Good Girl
Pairing: BANG CHAN X READER [F]
Summary: You become Chan's Good Girl.
WC: 2K+ [READING TIME: 8 Minutes ]
Genre: Smut, PWOP
Nets: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society
Warning(s): Unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), Slapping (ass), Come inside.
AN: I've been listening to a LOT of erotic audio lately and mixed with the pictures and videos of Chan performing Escape in Rome and Paris, teaser pictures, and that bubble picture, my mind has been thoroughly wrecked. Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Special Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the divider
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
“That’s it baby right there..” He growled out softly, following it with a grunt. His shirt was pulled up over his pecks, shorts and boxers pulled down haphazardly to his ankles. Sometimes a quicky wasn't quick. Sometimes you needed something so bad you didn't care how you got it or where you got it.
Sometimes the act didn't have to be glamorous or sweet, it just needed to be done. Your knees were sore from being on them too long, but somehow it didn’t matter. Knees be damned, if that man kept talking to you like that. There was a quiver to his thighs, a whine to his voice that let you know you were indeed a good girl.
“Stick that tongue out for me.” Your hands were secure behind your back, with nothing but your own strength to keep them there. You didn’t have to be told twice to do something if the lovely man moaning under your touch encouragingly told you to do it. He was soft and gentle with you, but there was still this commanding edge to his words that almost compelled you to do things he wanted you to do.
Your mouth hung open, letting his cock fall from its confines. You stuck your tongue out for him like he asked and he rewarded you with a few soft slaps of his tip against it. You loved the taste of him, the feel of him, and everything else in between. “You’re so good for me, baby.” His rough fingers gently caressed your jaw. “Such a good girl.”
The pride that swelled in your chest from his words were enough to last you a lifetime. “Why don’t you give me those hands, baby. I want to feel your hands on me.” You nodded and unfolded your hands from behind your back. From the self confinement you'd put yourself in.
With the freedom to touch him back on the table, you made sure to make the most of it. First by dragging your nails up his thighs then covering his chiseled abs, to his pecks and over his nipples. Just to map the same route backwards as you made your way to his crotch.
The moans he made as your nails dragged over his skin were damn nearly delectable. The way those sounds slipped past those soft plush lips would be stored in your mind palace forever. You started to place soft kisses on his skin as you made it to his cock. Taking him in both hands after dribbling spit all over him, getting his cock slippery and wet before corkscrewing your hands in different directions.
“Fuck baby… just like that.” You gazed up at him, watching his face twist in ecstasy, ecstasy that you were causing with your own hands. “I can’t wait to be inside you. To feel your tightness around me. To use you for my own pleasure.”
A whimper fell from your lips just at the mere thought of being his plaything. “You’d like that yeah? Me using you?” You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from saying too much. To stop yourself from begging for it. Begging for him.
“Get up.” His voice was gruff and commanding as he grabbed you by the shoulders, lifting you up. The usually gentle man you knew was far gone. Lust taking over his personality completely. “Sit on my lap.” His hands traveled down your arms before moving to your hips, taking purchase of them.
He pulled you to him, leaving it up to you to straddle his legs and take a seat. “Good fucking girl.” He grunted through his teeth. His impatience getting the best of him, instead of undressing you he opted to pull your panties to the side, ripping them from how forcefully he pulled.
He ran his fingers over your slit, feeling the wetness and smearing it all over. “So fucking wet for me, baby…” he replaced his fingers with his member, teasing you with every glide, tip poking at your entrance. Your fingers gripped his shoulders as you mentally prepared yourself for the stretch you would inevitably feel. He lined himself up at your entrance.
Eagerly and prematurely you pushed your hips down only to be met with a harsh smack to your ass. “Careful sweetheart. You know what happens to bad girls, yeah?” Oh boy did you remember. Last time you were this eager he denied your orgasm six times before he finally let you come. Oh, the sweet torturous pleasure you felt that night. Honestly, being a bit of a brat didn’t sound like a bad idea at this point.
“Don't even fucking think about it.” He could sense your wheels turning, but he did know you better than anyone else. “You gotta be a good girl if you want this dick.” Another soft whimper escaped your lips only for it to morph into a moan as he slipped into your wetness.
Your nails dug into his skin, eyes rolling back, jaw slack. How was it possible for someone to make you feel this good? He'd barely pushed in as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck baby…”
He placed a hand on one of your hips as the other gently grabbed your chin. “Look at me when you take it all.” His movements all paused as he waited for you to lock eyes with him. You fought against your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his cock stretching you out, to stare into his beautiful brown eyes.
“Like the way I stretch out this pussy?” His lips curled into a soft smirk as he pressed his hips up while pushing yours down. You nodded as a shiver ran down your spine.
“Tats it baby, take all of it.” He filled you inch by inch until there was nothing left to take. Full and stretched, he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw and neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, testing out the waters at first.
But you knew things were quickly going to change when he shifted down in the chair he was seated in, pushing his pelvis right to the edge of it. He huffed out his nose and began to pound into you. You lost your balance and quickly grabbed a shoulder and the back of the chair for support.
Even if you’d thought about being quiet, the feeling of him pounding into your sopping wet hole was making you do otherwise. You tried biting down on your bottom lip but even that didn’t help that moans you were so desperate to stop from coming out. Your walls fluttered around him, making him groan.
“You like that, yeah? Like the way I use you?” The electric feeling that rushed through your body at his words almost made you come. He could feel your walls briefly tighten around him, “You do, don’t you?” He sucked in a sharp breath, voice surprisingly calm and clear for how hard he was fucking into you.
You couldn’t stop the movement of your head as you nodded. Your brain and body had been separated with his first few thrusts. He felt so good inside of you. He always aimed to please and just the thought had you dripping and ready for him. You were getting close. His hips never ceasing their movements.
You gripped his shoulder tighter, nails digging into his skin, your moans now filling the small room you'd both taken temporary ownership of. “You wanna come, pretty girl? Huh?” His mouth was right next to your war as he spoke. Voice both whiny and gruff.
You nodded unsure your words would even come out at this point. “You gotta say it. Tell me what you want.” His lips were on your neck, biting, leaving behind searing kisses in their wake. “Say it…” One particular hard thrust up, had you whimpering and shaking in his arms. You wanted to say the words so bad, but just how to form them just wouldn’t come to you. So, you nodded again.
He tsked, shaking his head. “No, no, no. You know what you have to say if you want to come on this dick.” His thrusts abruptly stopped. With his hands on your hips, your hips flush to his, he ground you down on him. You were seeing stars. “Fucking say it…” He smacked your ass harshly. “Say please.” Instead of soothing the spot he marked, he raked his blunt nails over it instead.
You were coming undone whether you liked it or not. “P-please…” Before the full word was out of your mouth he resumed his thrusts. This time they felt faster and deeper than ever. He wasn’t pulling his punches with you. That build up you felt before quickly filled up again, you just needed a little more to get you over the edge. “More..please..” He chuckled, slowing just a bit to sit you up on his lap.
“Lean back, hands on my knees.” You didn’t hesitate to do as told, leaning back and placing your hands on his knees. He readjusted, sitting back in the chair. He spit on his hand and used it as a lube. His saliva slick index finger and thumb now pinching and rolling your clit. He resumed his thrust, using his other hand on your hip to keep you steady.
“Come for me..” He looked you square in the eyes. “Keep those pretty eyes on me and come for me baby.” You took one hand off his knees to lace your fingers in his hair. With a tight grip on his tou fucked him back, ready for both his and your release. One hard pinch of your clit sent you barreling over the edge of your release. You wanted to roll your eyes back, but kept your eyes on him as you shook above him. “Good fucking girl.” He cooed, leaning in to capture your lips.
Your walls were like a vice grip around him. Your wetness clamping down on him, edging him towards his end. You bit his bottom lip. “I want to see you come..” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear. “Come for me, Chris.” You were still shaking, walls still clenching and your words weren't making things any easier for the man. Just as he knew what words to say to you, he knew exactly the right words to say to him. “Come inside this pussy.. fill it up, baby.”
He groaned loudly, eyes briefly rolling back. “Look at me when you do it. Please..” Maybe it was your words, maybe it was your wet cunt, he didn’t know. But he thrust as deep as he could, his come filling you up so much that a little bit of it leaked out with each of his remaining thrusts. “That's it… Good boy.” He was mid-moan when he laughed. He pulled you into him, resting you against his chest as it shook.
“Alright, you got me with that one.” He pressed soft kisses to your shoulder. “I'll be your good boy. But only if you stay my good girl.” He smiled against your skin, tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of it.
"Deal."
You’d found yourself back with your friends after collecting yourself and cleaning up. “Girl where have you been? We have been looking all over for you!” One said as you completed the little circle they had formed. Even though they were all looking at you, you could still feel a different pair of eyes on you. You looked up in the direction of the stare, a small smirk forming on your lips. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, even with his own group of friends begging for his attention.
“Oh you know, just wandering around.” They didn’t need to know the little arrangement you and Christopher had. You being his good girl was your little secret to keep.
🔺Pairing: Chris/Bang Chan x FEM!|Reader
🔺Summary: Finding yourself as a bridesmaid once again, you're dragged along to a male review where each dancer is just as charming as the next. But what happens when you're trapped in the main events' magnetizing spell?
🔺WC: 14,600+ {40-60 min reading time}
🔺AU: Stripper AU, Bridesmaid Au
🔺Genre: Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol AU
🔺Nets: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society
🔺Warning(s)⚠️: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Unprotected sex [please wrap it before you tap it. This is fiction, and I control the narrative. Real life is scary, so please be safe], dom and sub undertones, creampie, oral (male and female receiving), choking, slight exhibitionism, fingering (fem receiving), light spanking, mentions of self hate, mentions of cheating. (please let me know if I missed any)
🔺Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
🔺Authors note: Hi! This has been a story in the making for over a yeah now. I wrote and intended to publish this back in Oct 2023, but I never finished it. With new found inspiration, I found myself able to finally push through and publish this. I hope you enjoy this (old ass) story! Special thanks to @therhythmafterthesummer &@bunnliix for beta'ing this for me. I really appreciate it!!
Once a bridesmaid, always a bridesmaid. This was your third wedding this year. Meaning, it was soon to be your third unflattering dress. Your third time smiling uncomfortably in pictures. This would probably be your third time getting stuck dancing with the handsy uncle who always smelled like aqua velva and cheap liquor. You conclusively loathe attending weddings, but absolutely loved and adored your friends. So when asked for the third time this year to be a bridesmaid, of course, you agreed. Because, what else are friends for?
A party bus full of late twenties and early thirty somethings, pre-gaming after pre-gaming, sounded like a setup for a god-awful lifetime movie. One where the bride gives some lucky stranger her goods after the bachelorette party and before the wedding. But you hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Imogen had been planning this wedding for four years now, and it was finally coming to fruition. She was the type to never let anything get in her way, and that included herself.
“I’m going to slide down that man and ride him till he calls me mama!” You chuckled as your friend struggled on the pole pushing her party city veil out of her face. “He won’t see it coming. He has no idea what kind of freak he's about to call his wife.” She’d been abstinent since her last relationship, so naturally, her and her fiance were celibate. That meant neither of them had dusted off the cobwebs in over four years. Couldn’t be you, but if she liked it, you loved it for her.
But you guessed forced celibacy was just as bad as actually vowing to not have sex. You were in a no-man’s-land. Pussy drier than the sonoran desert. Truthfully, if anyone did touch you, you were sure an actual cloud of dust would puff out of your cunt. It was terrible, really. Your last relationship ended with him cheating, after wholly decimating your confidence. Making your answer to ‘But He’s a photographer, he sees pretty, skinny girls all the time. What would stop him from cheating on you?’ totally irrelevant.
You caught them in your bed, on your Egyptian cotton sheets. Three hundred thread count sheets that you let him keep, since you knew you couldn’t wash the filth out of them. To make matters worse, she was much younger -barely legal-, and half your size. It was just your luck that her billboards were posted all over town. A fucking model. Yeah, that was a never ending cycle of self-denigrating that you had to unpack with your therapist. You swore up and down you'd never let it happen again.
But you were better now. Well, at least you hated yourself less. It took some time, a LOT of therapy, and the help of loved ones letting you know you were loved. Plus you have learned how to love and take care of yourself better. You’d given that man all of you and expected nothing of him and you know what they say about expectations right? Keep them low and you’ll never be disappointed. Bullshit. Even if you don’t have any, expect to be disappointed.
The bus rolled to a stop. The neon lights wrapped the building and entrance. Large posters of scantily dressed, well-oiled men stood stories tall. Big burly guards stood out front of the entrance, you guessed, to drag any woman who got too handsy with the dancers, out and off the premises. You all piled off the bus, bride and her maid of honor first. All of you, except the bride in her tight white dress, were in an array of green.
Your dress was a dark emerald color. The satin dress hugged your body just right, hitting you mid-thigh, with ruching around the stomach to hide anything you didn’t want to show. Like your tummy. You stood back, not too excited to see sweaty men gyrating in your face. But your thoroughly plastered friends would beg to differ. “Party for Standfield.”
One of the guards checked his tablet and nodded. He talked into his earpiece and opened the velvet rope. “Your host will meet you inside. Enjoy your stay at Taste, Male Revue.” He gave a knowing smile as your group sauntered past him and into the red glow of the front door. You were blasted by air as you entered. Rosemary and bergamot invade your senses almost immediately.
“It smells like a man in here.” One of your friends noted as she swooned.
“Acqua Di Giò, it was what my ex used to wear to be exact.” You were perturbed. You wanted to have fun tonight, let down your hair. Not be reminded of the insufferable douche you thought was the one.
“Great nose you have there ma’am.” You jumped as you were greeted by the host. He smiled. His features made him look like a fox, he was absolutely adorable. He looked way too young to be associated with a den of sin. What was he doing here? “We pump the fragrance into our system, it’s one of the owners favorites.” He nodded and bowed, greeting your party officially. “Welcome to Taste, male revue. I am your host for the night, Ian.”
You squinted at his name tag that clearly had the letters ‘i’ and ‘n’ written on it. You wanted to speak up about it, but when you looked around at your friends you realized it wasn’t worth the concern. “We have set up the v.i.p lounge for your party. Your bartender is starting on your first round of drinks as we speak. Your food will be served after the first hour of performances. Any booked solo time will be conducted after dinner and dessert. Please make sure to reserve your favorite dancer for any solo time before the conclusion of dessert.” He nodded, giving you all a once over, as if counting the party.
“It seems everyone is accounted for. Please follow me so we can kick this night off.” The main club area was a huge space with white tables and chairs that contrasted with the black carpet flooring. The stage was black, but shiny, making it a smooth surface for the dancers to glide over. The main stage area was packed. An oiled up dancer was grinding on some pretty blonde girl while she giggled.
"Must be nice.." you mumbled under your breath as you watched her get flipped upside down, her barely clothed vagina now in the dancer's face, her face in his crotch. The scene disappeared from view as you were ushered into the v.i.p area. Over the door it read "The Chapel", The tall frosted glass door looked like it had been hit with a blast chiller. I.N led the group past the doors, an odd but pleasant smile on his face. The floors were still black, but everything else was white and silver. Light lines the floor to help people navigate the darkness.
By the looks of the room the theme had to have something to do with ice. There was a bar that was made from glass that was back-lit with blue and white lights to give the illusion of frost. The ceiling was mirrored and also lined with lights around the perimeter. "Dibs on the seat next to Imogen!" Your friends clamored as they practically raced to the front near the stage. There was a chair sitting directly in front of the stage, a sash with the silvery letter of "bride" written on it.
"You want to sit next to me, Y/n?" Imogen asked as she grabbed your hand. The two of you had been friends for so long that she could tell when something wasn't completely right with you. She squeezed your hand to get you to look at her. "If you feel even a little uncomfortable here, let me know, okay?" She smiled and you reciprocated.
"I'm fine Imogen. Plus, this night is about you. One last night of free looks before you're tied to Jerry from accounting forever." She laughed.
"That doesn't mean I don't want my girls to enjoy the night too. Honestly that's what I want the most out of it. So, sit next to me. Okay? Allana said the guys here are extremely hot" You hesitantly nodded. There was no way you would have picked a seat that close for yourself, but this was about what she wanted. So, naturally you would agree.
His days never started before noon. Anything before two pm was entirely too early for him. Days always shifted into night and then into the wee hours of the morning. So sleeping until the sun was high in the sky was a must for him.
Chris reached out to the other side of his bed, feeling the cool sheets against his hands. It had been a while since someone occupied that side, his last relationship ended over a year ago. But they were still close friends, since it ended amicably.
He groaned, forcing himself to roll over and swing his legs off the side of the bed. His hair was messy, curls pointing in different directions, face and lips a little swollen from activities the night before. Also known as late night ramen with his best friend, Changbin. His phone buzzed on the night table, alerting him that it was time to wake up. "I know, I know." He groaned, shutting it off.
He eventually forced himself to leave the comforts of his bed and padded to the bathroom right outside his room. After showering and grooming, he made breakfast for him and his roommates, as well as pre-workout shakes. The three of them headed off to the gym a few blocks away from their apartment, together. He loved the atmosphere there. People were kind and supportive and it was never too crowded. He put on his playlist and zoned out.
After a good shower and lunch, he and his friends headed to work. You'd think after coming home so late at night they wouldn't be ready to go back. But they loved their job. It was fun to interact with people and dance. Getting to see the smiles on clients' faces made everything worthwhile. Plus it didn't hurt that he had some of the highest requests. Becoming so well known that he had danced at parties for some elite celebrity clientele. He couldn't tell you who though, he signed a n.d.a for that very reason.
"Alright, A team, we have a bachelorette party coming up tonight. They requested all six of team A. The maid of honor said and I quote, 'Give us all of them. We all like something different.' So, be ready for a wild night and a lot of bookings." Jeongin, the club manager and host stated. Bachelorette parties were always a mixed bag. It could either be a group of tame women who let go when they got a few drinks in the system. Or wild women who got even wilder after a few drinks. Or it could be the ones who ended up with their photos posted in the hall of shame. Those were the ones no one could let back in because they caused so much of a ruckus.
A year and a half ago, Chris had an encounter with a hall of shame inductee. She thought it would be a good idea to sneak backstage and hide in his dressing room. He was taking off his make-up when she popped out from behind his clothes rack completely naked. Telling him how she saw how he looked at her and that she knew she was just his type. He tried to talk her down, but no wasn’t in her vocabulary. It took two guards and Jeongin to pull her off him. She scratched his arm up so bad that even when it healed he had to get a tattoo to cover it.
But thankfully, hall of shamers were a rare occurrence. "Chan, they asked you to be the headliner for the night. Maid of honor says you're just the bride's type. So make sure to work your magic on the bride to be." He nodded. Once their briefing was over he headed to the dressing room to get ready for the night.
"Did you see the pictures of the bridesmaids?" Changbin asked as he caught up with him in the hall. "I wonder how many are single. Because the bride has some gorgeous friends." He showed him the folder with their pictures in it, just a few random girls on top. Folders were usually provided for parties that might be willing to spend a little extra to get "special" treatment. Not all the dancers participated, but they had rooms past the party lounge, just for extra services. Changbin frequented the rooms, especially if he found a party goer that really caught his eye.
Chan used the rooms at first. But he felt cheap everytime he saw the extra money on his check. It felt like he lost a part of himself each time he did it. So, eventually he just stopped. The owner understood, telling him that he didn’t need to force himself. He didn’t look back and had no desire to.
The hours had quickly passed him by. It was nearly showtime. The guys could see the bridal party shuffling in, taking their seats. A few of them battling over the two open seats next to the bride. The bride was off to the side talking to another woman he couldn't see, before she dragged her along to one of the seats next to her. The house lights dimmed just as the woman was about to step into view, so he didn't see her face. "Alright guys, it's showtime." He spoke to the room. He pat Minho's back, since he was the first one up. Minho simply smirked as he headed out of their waiting room and to the curtain for countdown.
A few of Imogen's sorority sisters were giving you death glares. She chose you and her maid of honor, her sister Allana, to sit at her sides. The rest were situated in comfortable white arm chairs. Drinks had been served, not that the ladies in this party needed any more to drink. They were already inebriated. Minus you, also known as pedestrian Pattie, because of your one drink policy. The lights on the stage slowly brightened, revealing the host from earlier in the center of the stage. His outfit had changed completely. The suit he wore before was traded in for a black mesh shirt with a cassock. A matching black stole with silver and white crosses on it. Dress pants and boots. He was a priest, and this was his chapel.
"I hope you ladies are ready to get on your knees... and pray." A few of your friends screamed, exhibiting just how ready they were. "The temptations will be high tonight, let's see if you can survive it and join me on the other side. I hope our first performer can tempt you to let go of your inhibitions and pull you to the dark side." He moved from the center off to the side, "Anyone need their pipes cleaned? Welcome to the stage, Lee Know."
Thirsty by Taemin started to flow through the speakers. You could hear the little water droplets at the beginning of the song. From the line I.N threw out about cleaning pipes and the water drops, you knew exactly what the theme would be. Plumber. As the lights focused on the performer, you noticed how handsome he looked. Worn jeans with rips in them. Working boots and tool belt. Long hair that covered his eyes added to his mysterious charm. He wore a white tank top and his arms were so well oiled you could almost see your reflection.
Was this what male revues were like? He slid to the end of the stage, right in front of you and Imogen. Your eyes were wide, hands unconsciously moving to cover your chest. He ripped the shirt, but not completely. He left a little of it to cover some of his abs. He reached a hand down slowly as he thrusted, practiced fingers making quick work of his button and zipper. His body rolls were immaculate. You swallowed hard and he noticed, winking his eye in your direction. A girl behind you squealed thinking it was meant for her, but his eye contact told you differently. He smirked and stood, jumping down right in front of Imogen. He grabbed her hand trailing it down his torso to where his pants were undone.
Her mouth dropped as she blushed furiously. She shook her head profusely, adamant about not even touching a man that wasn't her fiancé. He smiled, and it was one of the most dazzling things you had ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. His eyes landed on you and you stiffened. He smirked again, clearly sensing your hesitancy. He moved to the girl who screamed for him earlier and by all that was holy you were glad it wasn't you. If he fucked anything like he danced, some lucky someone was definitely walking out if here pregnant tonight.
He had somehow removed his jeans without taking off his boots, a feat in itself. You had no idea where he pulled a water bottle from, but his ripped shirt and tight boxer briefs were soaked. The way his body moved, his thick thighs, the devilish smile he wore, all of it was heart attack inducing. No wonder they called this room the chapel, it was aptly named. You were certainly in need of prayer after witnessing him work his magic. From him picking her up to bounce her on her like he was fucking her while standing. To him putting her down and grinding into her rear. This first dance was surely an eye opening experience.
Once the song ended, I.N made his way back to the stage, sly smirk on his face. "You've been blessed by Lee Know. But are you ready for the next performer? Or do you ladies need some holy water?" He eyed the crowd. "It seems like you're in the mood for something sweet after quenching your thirst. Anyone like….. peaches?" He moved to exit the stage again. "Welcome to the stage, Lix."
The names seemed to get stranger as time went by, first an Ian that was spelled I.N. Then Lee Know, who clearly knew a lot, judging by how his body moved. Now a Lix? Was he going to show tongue tricks? The room filled with fog, the lights fading from white to peach as Kai's Peaches started to flow through the speakers. You excused yourself, letting Imogen know you were taking a break. You headed past the bar, making eye contact with the bartender, who tipped his head at you. You returned the gesture with a smile before smacking dead into a hard chest.
"Oh- sorry." Hands flew to your waist as an assurance that you wouldn't fall. You let your eyes travel to the man in front of you. He had on black boots, slacks, and a black tank tucked into them. A sleeve of tattoos that you glanced over, but couldn't help but immediately noticed the snarling wolf on his hand, while brushing your eyes quickly over the rest. He had a stud in his beautifully large nose, messy smokey eyeshadow. His hair was styled in an unkempt way, but it looked attractive on him.
"It's my fault, I should have been looking where I was going." The accent threw you through a loop. He let you go, taking a step back. "Are you with the bridal party?" He nodded towards the small crowd who were cheering for Lix. It was now the hallway guy’s turn to give you the once over and truth be told you had to press your thighs together at how his eyes lingered on your lower half as he bit on his bottom lip.
"If they continue like this, yes. But if they somehow cause trouble while I'm away… I've never met those people in my life." Your little joke caused him to laugh, putting his pretty smile and dimples on display.
"Are you enjoying the show?" His brow rose as he leaned against the wall. It was almost as if he had all the time in the world to chat you up in this corridor.
"Yeah. I mean, this is my first time at a male revue, so it's a little different. Takes a little time getting used to seeing male bodies gyrating in your face." You looked back at Lix who now had one of Imogen's sorority sisters grinding on his lap. You quickly looked away and back at the confidently relaxed man in front of you.
"As opposed to a female, I'm guessing?" His voice seemed to deepen with his question.
You hummed, "I've been to a few strip clubs. My close friend invited me to his bachelor party a few months ago, and I've been back a few times since then. But Allana, the maid of honor, she's been here a couple of times, so she decided to book this for her sister." He nodded slowly, taking in your words.
"But are you enjoying it?" He tilted his head to the side.
"I mean.. it's different." You chuckled, "It has its charms. The dancers so far have been different from the last, so that's good."
"So, I take it you haven't found a dancer you like yet, is what you're saying." He had this smug look on his face as he said it.
"I liked the first guy, he was cool."
He hummed, nodding to himself. "Cool, huh?" He smirked, "Okay. So, what can be done to make this a good experience for you?" You tilted your head as you looked at him. Why was he asking you this? This was a night for Imogen to enjoy, you were just here in support.
"For me?" You purse your lips in thought, softly humming. "As long as Imogen- well, the bride to be is happy, so am I." He shook his head, not liking how you answered for your friend and not for yourself.
"Taste is an experience for all of his patrons, brides, bridesmaids, and whoever else comes in here. So, I'll ask again.” He plastered on the most charming, panty melting smile he could manage. Dimples on full display. “What can be done to make this a good experience for you?" He leaned in towards you, your faces a mere breath away from the other as he looked you square in the eyes. “What would have you coming back for more?”
"It would be nice to see someone get flipped around, I guess." You shrugged. He asked, so you threw it out there. “I saw someone getting thrown around on the mainstage as we made our way back here. They were practically sixty-nining on stage. That was pretty cool.”
"See someone get flipped around, yeah?" he nodded as he leaned back to his original spot against the wall. "Not willing to be the one getting flipped?" You laughed unexpectedly, taking both you and him by surprise. You cleared your throat as a way to cover up the abrupt chortle.
"Do you have Hercules or Captain America back there or something?" You nodded to the door that had a small 'restricted access' sign on it.
He shook his head. "No. But I -" You cut him off again, this time with a piteous sigh and a shake of your head.
"Do you see all of me or is your vision half off like the happy hour drinks?” You clasped your hands together as you tried to find the words to explain how insane he sounded. “It's cute that you want to try, it really is. But, sweetie, you'll throw your back out trying to flip me around." You moved next to him and pointed towards your group," You have all of them to choose from. Pick one that you can handle." You pat his shoulder. "Break a leg." You left him there stunned.
You quickly made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. That man was hot, absolutely everything about him was attractive. His accent, his eyes, lips, nose, dimples, tattoos, the way he stood there, that ass that you noticed as you passed by him, every single last thing. Too bad he had delusions of grandeur for thinking he could handle a woman like you.
Chan had a routine and for the most part he stuck to it. He'd put on the bottom part of his stage outfit, do his hair and makeup, then scope the crowd for whomever his victim would be for the night. The poor unsuspecting soul would never see it coming, until he was in their face seducing him.
He usually watched the crowd, to see how they reacted to the dancers before him. He noticed a few of the women in the party were down for anything. That could be fun, but they usually ended up wanting more than just a private dance. A few were reserved, only dancing a tiny bit in their chairs to the music.
Then there was you. The one who looked in awe of everything that was happening, like this was a totally foreign concept to you. Like you were having your male stripper cherry popped, so to speak. As if this was an eye opening experience. He eyed your expressions before his eyes traveled down your body. Every last inch that he could see of you was stunning. As if he didn't already have you as his pick for the night, you pulled him even more with your radiating beauty.
Plus it helped to see that you were clearly on edge. The way you kept shifting in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs let him know you were aroused by the show. He could make good use of this information. He was told to go for the bride, since he was her type.
But by the way she was redirecting dancers to her friends, knowing exactly who would be the best candidate for each dancer, says she is loyal and might be the best wingwoman in town. He needed to make good on his promise to approach her first, and hopefully she would direct him right to you.
Bumping into you was purely coincidental. He usually didn't make contact with his person for the night until he locked eyes with them on stage, he liked for things to seem organic. But talking to you only made the fire inside of him grow hotter. He was desperate to prove you wrong. To show you that he just simply needed to be Chris to flip you around or do whatever else it is you fancied.
You were confident, he'd give you that. You knew what you wanted. He liked that. But what he didn't like was you dismissing him like that. Hercules? Captain America? It absolutely boggled his mind that you thought you were incapable of receiving what that girl on the main stage received just because you had a few more curves. He settled at the bar and nodded to the bartender. He always took a ceremonial shot before his stage, tonight would be no different.
"What's on your mind?" Seungmin asked as he placed the empty shot glass in front of Chan. "Because I can see you overthinking from here." He poured the top shelf tequila into his glass then slid it closer.
"The woman who passed by here not too long ago, did you get a good look at her?" He really didn't know why he was asking, it was like Seungmin had photographic memory, he could probably tell him what time you passed by and everything.
"I did. Why?" He narrowed his eyes, "Don't tell me you're going back on your rule." Chan took the shot, shaking his head as the liquid burned down his throat.
"No. I just.." He sighed as he slid the shot glass back across the bar. "Do you think I'm strong enough to you know… flip her? Because she has me second guessing myself."
"Possibly." Seungmin shrugged. "You know Changbin hyung is the better candidate to answer that question." When he didn't say anything further, he knew he was done with the conversation.
"Thanks, Seungmin." The bartender nodded, getting back to making another round of drinks for the party goers.
Chan headed back backstage, passing you again as you exited the bathroom and headed to the bar. You didn’t even spare him a glance, sending him even further into the abyss that was self doubt.
Chan found Changbin in his dressing room, exercising before his set. "Bin. Question." Chan flopped on the couch, not too far away from his friend. "You scoped all of the bridal party, right?"
Changbin grunted and stopped his bicep curls. "You know I did. Gotta pick my person for the night." He grabbed a weight to do bicep curls, he had to make sure his muscles looked good under the lights. "Why? What's up? You look a little worried."
Chan was chewing on his lip nervously, not even realizing he was a bit frazzled by her comments. "There is this girl -" He stopped mid-sentence as Changbin nearly dropped his weight.
"A girl- wait- seriously?" He carefully put his weight down so he didn't accidentally injure himself with any more news. "You plan on… you know.. Going back on your rule?"
"No- why do people keep asking me that?" He sighed exasperatedly. "Where is the folder?" Changbin nodded towards the makeup table. Chan grabbed the folder and skimmed through the photos until he found yours. "Her." He gave his friend the photo, you didn’t have many full body pictures, so Allana provided them with the best one she possibly could. "Do you think it would be possible for me to flip her?" Changbin eyed the picture for what seemed like forever.
"Yeah. I think you can do it. Why are you asking this suddenly? This isn't like you." He slid the picture back into the folder.
"She said I couldn't."
"You felt challenged, huh?" Changbin laughed.
"I- I did and I don't normally let things like that get to me. But- I felt like she dismissed the thought before she'd even seen me work. She told me I'd throw my back out trying to flip her. Then told me to 'break a leg.'" He mocked your tone while rolling his eyes.
Changbin laughed so hard he doubled over, clutching his stomach from the pain of it.
"It's not funny!" Chan usually had unwavering confidence when it came to stage presence, for him to be shaking in his boots over one little comment was the highlight of Changbin's day.
"You're right, it's not funny. It's hilarious. I like this girl. She managed to shake the unshakable Bang Chan.” He smirked and Chris groaned. “But seriously bro, just prove her wrong. Pull her on stage, seduce her, then flip her. Simple."
"But I'm supposed to go after the bride." Chan protested, his face somewhere in between a scowl and a pout.
"Forget that. Minho already said she's denying dances for herself. So go after the friend." He picked his weight back up. "Now get out so I can get ready. I can hear Hyunjin's music playing and I'm up next."
Chan nodded and took his leave. Taking everything his friend said into account. He was going to win her over. He was going to give her exactly what she wished for and a little more.
Bored. That's exactly what you were at the moment. You didn't want anyone to take it the wrong way, these men were talented, there was no doubt in that. They were also too pretty to be real. Like somehow they were all AI generated. You flashed a smile at the unbelievably pretty man on stage as he made eye contact with you. His flowing black locks were mostly pulled into a ponytail, showing off his alarmingly beautiful face.
You figured his theme was that of a prince and honestly, he fit the bill. Regal looking from head to toe. You sipped your drink as he rolled his surprisingly toned body. You appreciated the view even if your usual type was a little bit beefier. You preferred a man that could pick you up, toss you around a little bit. And truth be told, you looked like you could break him just by looking at him. Him, the cute chubby cheeked boy before him and the small fairy-like blonde named Lix. At least the first guy, Lee Know, looked like he'd put up a fight. His thighs at least made him look sturdy. Plus he looked like he might be into a little pain, and you liked that.
You weren't even going to think about the cocky guy from the hallway. Sure, he had nice shoulders and an even nicer ass. But the mere thought that he thought he could flip you was laughable. He didn't look strong enough to flip a table to be honest. You were too caught in your own thoughts to notice that the prince had vacated the stage and I.N. was announcing the next performer. It wasn't until the lights changed from the pretty, calming, pale blue, to the fiery red that consumed the whole room. Alarm bells rung, pulling everyone's attention to the stage. Smoke snaked its way from behind the large white panel that covered the expanse of the back of the stage, giving a hazy feel to the room. “What's my name?”
A few of the ladies must have been paying attention to I.n. seeing that they replied with a roaring “Changbin!”. That included Allana, who wasn't sitting not too far away from you. His voice was gruff, sexy. Your eyes hadn't moved from the stage since the atmosphere changed. His silhouette was the first thing you saw of him. This thick, muscular man. Everything from head to toe looked sturdy and well crafted. You sat up, gripping the armrests of your chair. A smooth r&b track flowed through the speakers as he sauntered out. A fireman. His pants sat low, suspenders keeping them in Place. His Coat was slung over his shoulders, his hat pulled down over his eyes. This man was sexy.
He tossed his coat out into the crowd. He literally fanned the flames of tension between two girls as they started fighting over it, both tugging on the yellow fireman's cloth. What was this effect he seemed to have on all the women, that included you. He held eye contact with Imogen with every step he took off stage. You could see the faint blush on her cheeks as he got closer and closer.
Even he seemed to have a pull on her and that alone spoke volumes. He straddled her legs and grabbed her hand putting it right between his peck before making them dance. She covered her face with her free hand, giggling like some adolescent schoolgirl. You'd only seen her like this a few times in college, but this had to be a first, at least since she'd met her fiancé. He slid her hand down his oiled torso as he body rolled. She was as red as a tomato and you were just as or even more green with envy.
She'd been adamant all night about keeping her hands to herself, what changed? You sighed, deciding to push your jealousy to the side. You took the final sip of your drink. Opting to let the cool liquid calm your nerves. He stepped back, and grabbed Imogen's hand, pulling her to the stage. Maybe she'd had one too many drinks and forgotten the strict rules she had set for herself? Either way, this was her party, something to celebrate her and her upcoming marriage, so you had no ground to stand on when it came to being upset.
But it did look fun. The smile on her face and blush on her cheeks said it all. He picked her up and carried her to stage, all while she covered her face out of sheer embarrassment. Some girls really had all the luck.
Nerves. They weren't something he was used to dealing with before a show and any he did feel would be washed away by the shot he took beforehand. Not today. Chris was beyond just nervous, he was two seconds away from having a full blown panic attack and it was all because of you. You and your words. He knew better than anyone just what he was capable of, but you had him second guessing himself at every turn. Turning to others for advice and reassurance, which was very unlike him.
He looked out at the crowd while Changbin did his thing, taking one for the team and seducing the bride to be, so Chris could have a little more of an opportunity to try and get to you. He eyed your expressions, your movements. Noticed the slight grimace on your face as you looked on at your friend and Changbin with what looked like jealousy. “Ah, so that's your type.” He couldn't help the little smirk that formed on his lips. He and Changbin were gym buddies and even though they had very different body types, they still did the same things when working out. He had this in the bag.
Chan usually fluffed his cock before a show. Though he looked pretty decent without it, fluffing before he went on stage ensured he looked just as above average as he was. He went back into his dressing room to finish getting ready. He took his usual routine, pulling up a video, locking the door so he wouldn't be interrupted. He landed on a video he liked and started to stroke himself. But his cock seemed uninterested in something that had gotten him off time and time again. To say he was frustrated, would be the understatement of his lifetime. You insinuating that he couldn't handle you kept flashing in his head in big, red, neon letters.
What is the off chance that you were right? That he really couldn't handle you. That he'd make a fool of himself and you in the process? What if he dropped you? He'd never be able to forgive himself. He'd never be able to show his face here or anywhere for that matter. What if this followed him for the rest of his life. Like somehow everyone knew he dropped a girl who told him he couldn't handle her. He groaned loudly, so loud he almost missed the knock on his door. “Five minutes.” He sighed. There was no use, his dick was disheartened. He tucked himself back into his boxers and pants and threw on the rest of his outfit.
He did a self check. Breath. Minty fresh. Outfit. Every detail in place. Makeup. Subtle, mostly just a tinted moisturizer and an alluring smoky eye. Hair, straightened and pushed up and back out of his face. He nodded to himself in the mirror. “You got this.” He hit his chest a few times to really pump himself up before heading out towards the stage. It was almost as if everything went mute. He couldn't hear the crowd screaming Changbin's name, practically begging for an encore.
He couldn't hear I.N. trying his best to calm them down so he could announce Chris as the next performer. He couldn't hear the stage hand telling him to wait. He snapped out of it as the young woman touched his chest. “Are you even listening? I.N hasn't announced your name yet.” she rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed by him at the moment.
“I'm so sorry. You know what it's like when I'm in the zone.” He gave her an apologetic look. She sighed and nodded, deciding to let things go. Chris tried his best not to look out at the crowd, he didn't need anything knocking the confidence he'd built up. But he couldn't help himself. He peeked out, finding you and your friends fanning yourselves while giggling. Probably still giddy about Changbin's performance. He couldn't understand why, but that gave him a little confidence boost.
While Changbin was a wonderful performer, Chris was in the top stop for a reason. He couldn't wait to shock the crowd with the routine he had planned. “You ladies have been very naughty tonight. You know that? Now that the flames have been put out, I think it's time we arrest the culprit behind it all. Don't you-” Sirens filled the room again, but this time it was police Sirens. “Oh no, the cops are coming. Is that…” I.N. pretended to look off in the distance as if this was a totally believable bit. His dedication to the scene was impeccable. “It's officer Bang. Be careful ladies, I've heard he's a very bad boy with a badge. I hope you all are ready to submit or be charged.”
The stage hand nodded and Chris finally walked out on stage. With one hand on his belt, the other twirling the cuffs, he walked out to the middle of the stage and stopped. His lips curled into a smirk as he looked over the crowd. He made it to the end of the stage and pointed at a still flustered Imogen. She covered her face and shook her head.
Changbin had clearly done some work on her, if she was back to refusing dances. She glanced from her sister to her best friend as if she was contemplating which one to pick, between the two. She grabbed your hand lifting it into the air, declaring you the winner of the lap dance from officer Bang. Much to his delight and your chagrin.
He extended a hand towards you, a slick smile on his face, while you visibly panicked. “Go, Y/n. Have fun. For me, yeah?” It was like she said magic words. You closed your eyes and sighed. It was for Imogen. That is the reason you relented. At least that's what you tried to tell yourself. You took his hand and he held it until you made your way up the tiny staircase to the stage.
“Before we get started, do I have your consent to do what I need for entertainment purposes?” Your eyes scanned his face before darting to Imogen who nodded profusely.
You sighed again, shoulders falling slightly in defeat. “Yeah, yeah. Just get on with it.” You waved him off just for him to catch your wrist, slapping the cuff around it.
“Then, you're under arrest.”
“What's the charge officer?” One of the ladies yelled from the back. She was a lawyer, so this was probably very familiar for her.
“Underestimating me.” He once again invaded your space, his face dangerously close to your own. You could smell the fresh mint toothpaste on his breath. “You're guilty, until I prove you wrong.” You were so distracted by the alluring look in his eyes that you didn't feel him grab and cuff your other hand until you heard the faint click. “Play my music.” He yelled back at the dj. You felt this overwhelming sense of embarrassment. Was this man about to do what you knew he couldn't?
He bent you over, with your cuffed hands placed on the back of a chair that you hadn't realized had been put on stage. “I can't take you in until I frisk you. So spread those legs for me.” You did as told, spreading your legs a little, feeling your dress ride up the backs of your thighs and settling right in the undercuff of your booty.
You tried not to be self conscious about slightly exposing yourself to not only your friends but a bunch of strangers in the process. You felt the warmth of his hand on the small of your back as he pushed it down ever so lightly, making you arch. The fabric covering your ass was hanging on by a thin thread.
You could have sworn you heard him curse behind you as he rubbed your sides softly. “You aren't hiding anything, are you?” You couldn't see his face, but he was trying his best to continue playing his role. The way your curves looked in this dress was already tugging at the strings to make him come undone. You, bent over like this, this was causing the frayed ends of his sanity pull as well.
“No.” You sighed heavily. You couldn't look at the crowd. To you they could only be responding in either two ways. Disgust or bewilderment. There was no in between in your mind.
“I'm going to pat you down to make sure you don't have anything on you to hurt me.” He knew that was a lie. You'd already hurt him. You couldn't possibly do more damage than you already did to his ego. Or so he thought. With both hands situated on your hips, he ground his own hips into your backside before letting his hands slip down to your thighs.
He dropped to his knees, his hands traveling down with him over the outside and then the over inside of your parted legs. He was immediately faced with more pain than he could possibly manage. He was face to face with the wet patch in your lace panties and it immediately threw him off guard.
It wasn't that he didn’t know you were wet, he'd figured that out much earlier in the night. No, it was because it was much worse than you just being merely wet, you were soaked, panties clinging to your pussy for dear life he was desperately doing to his sanity.
You felt exposed. Chewing on your lip, just waiting for the moment you could finally sit down. The rest of the girls who were danced on were seemingly having the time of their lives and that included Imogen. Why couldn't you just get out of your head? Whether he could flip you or not could be pushed to the back of your mind for the time being.
You just wanted to relax and enjoy the moment. Because when was the next time you'd get a dude to touch you like this? You were more than touch starved for a reason. In a perpetual dry spell. Plus, it didn't hurt to admit that there was this overall sexiness about this man. You sighed, arching your back a little more, spreading your legs a little more. Giving him more of the view he didn't know he needed.
He had to calm himself. The view he had in front of him right now, had to be one of the best things he'd ever seen in his life. It almost felt as if he was receiving the lap dance instead of you. He shook his head lightly, bringing himself back from being too distracted by you. He ran his hands down the outsides of your legs then moved between them to rub back up.
Standing back up, he grabbed your hips once again to grind into you, hands moving up your sides slowly, then up your back to the nap of your neck. He grabbed tight, not tight enough to hurt and pulled you back to him. Your back now flush to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, hips still moving sensually against your own. You could feel his steady breaths against your neck, as if he wasn't doing a routine. As if his heart beating quickly in his chest wasn't enough to alert you to how he was feeling.
“Turn around for me.” You took a moment, but complied. You couldn't have him thinking you were eager enough to comply immediately. You waited a beat before turning around and facing him. He didn't let go of you, but he gave enough slack in his arms for you to move freely enough. Your chest rose and fell with each of your panicked breaths. Being this close in proximity to such a handsome man was making you nervous.
It'd truly been that long since you've been touched? Yes. You were genuinely surprised he wasn't covered in cobwebs from the contact. He hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting it, settling it againsts hip. His other hand sat firmly right above your ass just to keep you in place. You could feel his bulge against your heat, just the thought of his proximity made you salivate. And it turned out that he didn’t need fap material when you were in his presence. He'd recovered just fine after not being able to get it up with his usual means.
From where the audience was sitting, it looked like the two of you were caught in a passionate moment, unaware of the spectators. He ran his nose over your jaw as he pulled you in even closer. There was little to no room between the two of you. It took everything in him to pull away. There was the magnetism you held that made him not only curious about you, but made him want to stick to you. “Why don't you sit down for me, huh?” You sucked in a shaky breath and gave him a faint nod.
He let you go, even if his instincts told him to keep holding on. He took a step back as you took a seat. He tossed his hat to the side of the stage and took his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. He threw the garment to Imogen who surprised the heck out of you as.she sniffed it. She mouthed an “Oh my gosh he's so fucking fine.” To you while fanning herself, successfully making you giggle.
But those sweet giggles were soon replaced by A gasp as Officer Bang stood shirtless in front of you. You finally got to see the full extent of his tattoo placement. Random little red and yellow flowers, some flags, a cute portrait of a dog. None of it matched his almost sinister hand tattoo. That snarling wolf that looked as if it was staring you down, ready to rip you to shreds.
He leaned into your face once again, pulling you away from ogling his half naked, tattooed body. His finger hooked under your chin so that you'd look up at him. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Something about the way he looked at you as the sensual sounds of the Cuff It remix playing in the background made you press your legs together in an effort to stop your pussy from getting any wetter, as if it could. You were undoubtedly soaked, you knew that and unbeknownst to you, so did he.
“Never.” You whispered to him, a smirk spreading on your lips. “You'd have to earn that, Officer Bang.” You leaned back in the chair, his hand falling from your face and back to his side. The music playing in the background drowned out the conversation the two of you were having.
“Earn it, huh? Alright, bet.” He was putting on an air of confidence, he wanted you, if no one else, to think he was as confident as they came. Even if his feelings had been wavering all night. He took your cuffed hands and placed them on his stomach as he rolled his body. Your fingers slid until they caught onto his belt. He moved in, straddling your legs while towering over you.
“Take it off for me.” His voice was clear and commanding. He watched you carefully as you unbuckled his belt. Your brows were furrowed, lips tucked between your teeth. The amount of concentration exerted just undo his belt, let him know that your mind was working ten steps ahead of you right now. Even the look of innocence you gave him after you completed your task did not negate the fact.
“Thought you weren't going to be a good girl for me?” He whipped the belt through the loops then folded the belt in half. “What happened to me earning it? Huh?” He tapped the leather accessory under your chin. His eyes were so piercing they almost broke the barrier of your confident facade.
“How does that make me a good girl? Maybe I just want to see you with less on. Did that thought occur?” He chuckled, grabbing the back of your head while grinding towards your face. You flashed him that innocent look again, but with your adjacency to his crotch and you darting your tongue out to wet your lips, there was nothing innocent about you.
If anything you straddled the line between playful and something deeply sensual, with little to no effort. You knew what you were doing. You were teasing him, and he loved to be teased almost as much as he loved teasing. “It did. But you're a little too eager for it to be just that.” He stepped back again, hands moving to your thighs again. He pushed them open and lifted them, letting your legs rest around his waist. He grabbed the back of the chair with one hand, the other was placed on your hip. “Just admit you want me. It'd make things easier for you.” The way he ground his hips into you had a moan slipping past your lips
His lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Just give in to me.” He moved in like he was going to kiss you. At least to your hazy visions that's what it looked like. He fit so perfectly between your thick thighs and the way he moved against you was dizzying. Your friends were on the edge of their seats as they watched this dance. It was flirting with being hardcore pornography on the stage. The way your wetness was now dampening the front of his trousers. How your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in with the sharp heels of your shoes.
You moaned again, nails dragging down his stomach. “I could do much more to you if you let me. Just give in to me.” He was staring into your soul. He was touching you, but just barely and yet it felt as if every nerve ending of yours was on fire. As if another part of you was reacting, you nodded. It had to be that part of your brain that was too horny to function. The touch-starved beast that was desperately seeking attention from this beautiful specimen of a man that had you pent down to a chair in front of your friends.
His lips twitched into a small smirk. “Good girl.” He unhooked your legs from around his waist and moved them to his shoulders. His smirked shifted into a cocky smile as he left open mouth kisses down your clothed frame till he was right above your heat. He stealthily placed a kiss to your exposed panties, eyes still focused on yours, but now with a playful glint in them. He placed kisses on your thighs then nipped at the skin.
Chris had never been this drawn to a client before. He wanted to feel your skin for real. To feel your touch, maybe even to taste you, if you'd let him. With him this close to you, he could smell your sweet scent. And if he was honest, he'd tell you just how tempting you were. But, the man had a job to do. He was meant to entertain, and he had no reason not to fulfill that task.
He switched your position, your thighs were once again around his waist. “Put your arms around me.” You didn't hesitate. You looped your arms over his head, letting your arms settle around his shoulder, fingers accidentally threading into the damp patch of hair on the back of his head. He lifted you up, almost as if you weighed nothing to him. The look of shock on your face said enough.
He chuckled, his hands gripping your ass to keep you in place. “Hold on tight, okay? I got you.” He used the grip on your ass to swing you back and forth, your hips crashing into his crotch, like he was fucking you. Your hold on his neck tightened. A bit of fear he'd drop you was creeping back up into the back of your mind, no matter how much you tried to trample it down.
“I won't drop you, I promise.” He smiled, “If I do, you can take it out on me however you like…. Deal?” That however you like sat with you. You almost wanted him to drop you, just so you could take it out on him. You nodded in agreement and relaxed your body, so that he could do what he wanted. “Plus, I don't plan on flipping you in front of all these people.” You looked at him confused, what was he even saying?
“That should be something done in private.” The next thing you know, your back is pressed against the cold stage and his hips are giving you a barrage of quick fire strokes just to slow it down once again. Now all he needed to do was a few finishing moves to close out the show, then things would come to a close. That would be the end of his time with you. For some reason, that just didn’t sit right with him.
He wanted to at least know your name. He’d tell you his name in return. He didn’t want to leave off with you knowing him as Officer Bang or Bang Chan. He wanted you to meet Chris. He placed your leg on his shoulder, feeling from your ankle down to your thigh. You don't know how but he turned you quickly on your stomach and maneuvered himself back between your legs. Rolling his hips into yours. You had nowhere to run, and truthfully you liked feeling him pressed against you.
You were flustered, face slightly damp with sweat. Chest rising and falling rapidly. Body racing with adrenaline. Loving the feeling of his hips grinding in circles against yours once again, making the heat of lust crawl back up your body once again. Fogging your mind until you couldn’t think of anything else but the way he felt moving against you. The lights dimmed, music faded, your friends roared loudly as they cheered from the crowd. You’d forgotten they were there, mind too gone with the man that was still on top of you, though his routine had ended.
“Come back stage with me?” He asked in your ear, voice hoarse from speaking over the music so you could hear. You nodded, too aroused to actually verbalize an answer. “Was.. was that a yes?” He chuckled lightly as he sat up. He grabbed your hips, helping you to get up from the floor, knowing it'd be pretty hard to do with your hands still cuffed. He stood to his feet before helping you and leading you carefully off stage, hand in hand.
That part was still dark and he didn't want you to take a tumble. You squinted as the darkness turned to light once behind the curtain. He pulled you off to the side, retrieving the key from his pocket. “You did great, by the way.” He kept your hand in his as he tried to unlock your cuffs. “It felt.. natural.” He wouldn't look in your eyes, at least not for long.
“I should be saying that to you, honestly. You're an amazing dancer.” You nodded, but noticed just how shy he got. He was still shakily trying to put the key in the hole, biting down on his bottom lip. “Take your time…” You encouraged him. “I'm sure Imogen still wants to party while a few of the girls.. you know.. partake in the other services offered here.” You didn't know why, but the thought of one of your friends asking to sleep with him bothered you immensely.
“And… What about you? What are your plans… if I ever get you uncuffed?” He was cursing himself out in his mind, how hard was it to take off a cuff? He'd done this many times before. Why was he so nervous?
“I'm down for whatever. I mean, I have to wait for my ride, right?” You chuckled. “Plus I'm sure one of the girls is booking you as we speak. Especially after that performance. I only saw a few of them from my peripherals, but they were beyond impressed. I think you got a standing ovation.” You chuckled half heartedly, the thoughts of him and one of the girls was still swimming around in your head. Leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
“Ah- yeah, nah. I don't offer those kinds of services. I leave that up to the rest of the guys.” He finally heard the click of the cuff and sighed out of relief. “Fucking.. finally.” He removed them and placed them in his pocket, then grabbed your wrists to message away the little indents left by them. “It doesn't hurt, does it?” His eyes were fully focused on your wrists.
“Not really. Rope burn is far worse, in my opinion.” You shrugged. “The marks will be gone within the hour.”
“Rope Burn- heh. Is it?” God, you were still doing things to his mind. His erection hadn't calmed down yet, either. “Are you.. Ya’know.. into that type of thing?” He could hear his heart in his head, beating loudly.
“I'm into all types of things, Officer Bang.” You teased.
He had to look up to the ceiling to gather himself. The image of you tied in rope, just waiting there for him almost made him cum in his trousers. He cleared his throat, focusing his attention back on you, “Chris. You can call me Chris.”
You smirked, “Chris, huh? Are you expecting me to tell you my name now…. Chris?” It was something in the way you said his name that almost made his knees give out.
“That would be nice. But it's not necessary, not if you don't want to tell me.” He was sweet, you recognized that. He finally let your wrists go, and you immediately missed the contact.
“Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous.” You gave him a soft smile, “I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Chris.” You didn't ask or hesitate, you just took his hand in yours, giving it a shake. But he took you off guard when he pulled you hand to his mouth, giving you a kiss on the back of it.
“Pleasures all mine.” That mischievous glint was back in his eyes as they traveled from your face down to your chest and back up.
“It's not. But it could be.” You don't know who broke first, but you were suddenly engaged in a kiss, your back pressed against the hallway wall that you first met him at. He had you boxed in, a hand on each side of your head. Your hands started at his waist and worked their way up his abs to his pecks.
He needed to feel more of you. Just your lips touching was not even close to being enough to satisfy this growing need he had for you. He pressed his body yours, moving one hand to grip one of your thick thighs, resting it at his waist. You could feel him against your core, the contact igniting something within you.
He moved his kisses from your lips to your neck, taking his precious time with leaving his mark behind. He didn't know who needed to know, but he wanted people to know he'd been there. You moaned as his teeth grazed over the most sensitive spot on your neck. “There, yeah?” He ran his tongue over the bite, just to suck a hickey into the spot.
“Turn around for me.” Letting your leg fall from his side, he took a step back, watching you carefully as you turned to face the wall. Face and chest pressed to the faux brick. “Fuck…” Your dress had ridden up, but not far enough in his humble opinion. He grabbed the fabric and pulled it up over your ass, watching your ass drop-out of the material. The glimpse he'd gotten earlier didn't do you justice, not in the least bit.
He landed a smack to your ass, gripping that same spot before smacking it again. You looked back at him, lust dripping off of your expression. “Don't look at me like that.” He could feel his cheeks flush, his ear burning.
“Like what?” You asked, genuinely curious as to what your expression looked like to him. There was still lust burning in your eyes.
“Like you want me to fuck you. Right here, right now.” He had taken hold of your hips again, his body pressed to yours once more.
“I wouldn't object, if you're asking.” His fingers dug into your hips lightly. He leaned his head on your shoulder and let out an exasperated sigh. He was convinced you were sent to get him to back out of everything he'd once vowed he'd never do again. Maybe Changbin sent you. An agent of chaos.
“You don't seem like the reckless type and that… would be very reckless.” He felt as if he was on the edge of desperation. “You aren't a bad girl, are you?” You whimpered. He hadn't realized you were feeling just as desperate as he was. “You don't want to be a good girl for me? Haven't I earned it?”
He was breaking you down with every word utter from his beautifully plump mouth. “Can't I be both for you?” He nodded against your shoulder.
“Yes, yes you can. Yes, you absolutely can, baby.” His fingers toyed with the lacey waistband of your thong. “As long as I'm offered the same courtesy.” He traced along it until he got to the string sitting snugly between your cheeks. “May I?” He pulled away, just to get another glimpse at your ass.
“Go right ahead.” You by all accounts, were a straight shooter. You usually told it like it was, especially when you'd had a drink or two. But being this bold? With a stranger? Never. This was far from who you usually were. He pulled your panties to the side, taking in the glorious sight before him.
“Fuck…. I've been waiting to see this all night.” He spread your cheeks to get a better view and the visual was almost too much to take in. Your pussy was already ready for him. Your puffy lips were smeared with wetness that had collected throughout the night. He ran his fingers over your lips, shuddering from the warmth of your slickness.
You moaned feeling his skin make contact with yours. It'd been so long since you'd been touched that you'd almost forgotten what it felt like. “I want to tease you so bad…” His voice was breathy, fingers running up and down your slit, “But you're so fucking wet I can barely contain myself. Your pussy is begging me to fuck it.” He slipped a finger in. You were wet, but he could still feel resistance. He groaned. His mind filled with how wet and tight you were.
He added a second, knowing almost immediately that he'd have to stretch your pussy out if he expected to fit. If he even made it that far. You clenched around his two digits as he slid into your wetness. You bit down on your bottom lip, to stifle the moan that was rising in your throat. He gave you no time to adjust, his fingers pleasantly grazing against your walls, in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, you were numb to any of your surroundings that weren't him
He twisted his fingers, palm now facing down, the eye of a snarling wolf on his hand now watching your back. He was intoxicated by the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you. Imagination running wild with the thoughts of what it would feel like to be deep inside of you. To feel your tightness squeezing his length, wetness coating it. To see just how your fat little cunt swallowed him.
He needed to add a third, for his sanity. Just as he slipped that third finger in, people rounded the corner. He stuffed them inside of you, covering your mouth with a kiss as he shielded your lower half with his own. You couldn't even comprehend how indecent this was. Your mind is completely consumed with lust.
“Oh- didn't mean to interrupt.” Allana giggled, hands wrapped tightly around Changbin's arm. Changbin gave his friend a knowing look, a smirk dancing across his lips.
“The lounge is free. All the guys booked tonight.” He smiled, patting his shoulder before toting off his client for the night.
“We can't stay here.” Chris spoke lowly into your ear. “Come with me, yeah?” He pulled his fingers from your grip and couldn't stop himself from getting a taste. The way your wetness coated his fingers like the sweetest drips of ice cream from a melting cone, he truly couldn't resist.
He indulged in sweetness while you adjusted your dress, pulling it down to make you look presentable once again. He was still licking his fingers even after you were done. Needing more than just a taste, he grabbed your hand and tugged you gently along to the lounge. It was a shared space, but with his dressing room being too small and him not having a designated room anymore, the lounge would have to do.
Chris made sure to lock the door. “I don't know how much time we ha-” He was stopped mid-sentence by your lips on his. You pulled him by the belt loops on his pants to the plush white sofa in the middle of the room. Pushing him down on it, you quickly straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around him, resuming the kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, mingling with the lingering minty freshness.
Everything was telling him to be a gentleman, to be responsible. To find out how you'd get home if your friends left. He'd gladly take you, but he knew how it would look if he knew your address. Most people wouldn't be comfortable with that, he understood. “Get out of your head.” You spoke against his lips. You could tell he was thinking? That it had nothing to do with the nasty things his other head had been thinking for hours now? “Hey.” Pulling away from the kiss, you grabbed his face, making him look at you. “Whatever it is, worry about it later. I feel like I’ve been edged all night and I really need to be fucked stupid. Okay?”
He chuckled, “Okay.” Your little not so peppy-talk seemed to do it for him. Any and all thoughts not pertaining to this moment he was sharing with you were now out of the window. He needed to see you in all your glory, and thought he appreciated the way that dress fit you, he would much rather see it on the floor. He slipped the straps off your arms, fingers gently trailing down your skin, leaving little goosebumps in its wake. You let it fall, pulling your arms out. Next to go was your strapless bra, expert fingers quickly rid you of the garment, tossing it somewhere in the vicinity. “You’re perfect.” His thumbs traced over your collarbones, before his fingers joined in over your chest and down to your breast.
“Hardly. But I know how to take a compliment.” You joked, “Thank you.” He touched you like he was trying his best to savor the moment, not wanting it to end. He shook his head, cupping your breast, feeling the weight of them.
“You look perfect to me.” You just hummed, not wanting to argue him down about it. It wasn't worth it and you wanted to stay in the moment. He kissed your sternum, “Get up for me for a second.” You were taken off guard, but you moved off his lap and stood up. He laid down flat on the sofa and beckoned you over with his finger. “Sit on my face. I want to taste you.” It took a second for your brain to catch up with his words.
“Look, just because you might be capable of flipping me does not mean I wouldn't suffocate you-” He groaned, interrupting you.
“I didn't ask. Just come sit on my fucking face.” Your eyes went wide, not expecting him to talk to you like that. But you would be the first to admit it kind of turned you on. You moved with haste, kneeling next to his head before straddling his face. “Good girl.” You were beginning to really like the sound of him calling you that.
You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest, careful not to put all your weight on him, keeping most of it on your knees. Chris grew impatient the way you were hovering over him, after pulling your panties to the side once again, he roughly grabbed your hips pulling you down on top of him. His face made the perfect seat for you, enveloped between your cheeks, nose and mouth slotted between your lower lips. His tongue immediately went to work, making you squirm on top of him.
You bit back your moans, even with the other guys being otherwise occupied, you didn’t want to risk being too loud. A hard smack landed on your ass, making you jump and squeeze your thighs around his head. Deft hands spread your cheek; that gave him a little more room to move between the thickness of your ass and pussy lips. Not wanting to be the only one to receive pleasure, you leaned forward, sliding a hand into his pants. You gripped his member with one hand and pushed his boxers under his balls with the other.
You gasped at the sight of his thick cock; mouth immediately salivating. He slid his thumb into your cunt, making your grip on him tighten. He groaned against your clit, stopping for a second just to commence his torture of your pussy. But two could play that game, right? You went to work, testing out the waters first. Seeing just how much of his big cock you could take. You spit on it, letting it dribble down his length. “Good girl.” He spoke between your folds.
Making sure his member was completely wet, you gripped the shaft with two hands and took him back in your mouth. Your mouth and hands moving simultaneously on his dick made him sigh with pleasure. It'd been a while since he'd been touched by anyone besides himself and he needed the relief more than you knew. Your mouth was the perfect amount of wet and the way you slurped was the perfect amount of nasty. He replaced his thumb with his index and middle fingers, going slow at first before quickening his pace to match yours.
Wet noises replaced the background club noise that filled the room earlier. Chris loved the way you tasted on his tongue but he needed to get his dick wet with more than saliva. With a hard smack to your ass, he spoke up, “Turn around for me.” He had figured out that in order to get his point across with you he needed to be assertive. He was normally polite, but politeness could wait for later. “I need to be inside of you.”
You were so needy you didn’t even think twice about his request. You let his cock go with some resistance, a small pop resounding through the room as you pulled him from your mouth. You must have been moving a little too slow for his liking, because the next thing you knew, you were flipped over onto your back, legs spread but also close to your chest as his cock slid between your folds. “I don’t mean to be impatient…” He paused, groaning as the back of his tip brushed over your clit, sending chills through his body. You were beyond wet, more especially now that he’d added his saliva to the mix. “I need you.”
You could feel the heat travel from the center of your chest, up your neck, to your face. His words felt genuine, even under the circumstances. He leaned in, kissing your lips, distracting you from him lining himself up with your entrance. The kiss was intoxicating. Enough so that it made your hip buck up into his, the tip of his cock consequently sliding into you. Your breath hitched, eyes rolling back at the unexpected stretch. “Patience is a virtue, beautiful.” He chuckled darkly. Was this the same man who couldn’t even give you time to flip around yourself? He was now telling you that patience was indeed a virtue, but it was clearly something neither of you had. “Fuck you feel so good..” He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since he flipped you over, and honestly, he didn’t know if he would be able to. You were gorgeous to him. Every single last inch. The wet sound of his hips harshly slamming into your filled the room, tuning out the muffled club music.
The way he was filling you up, stretching your walls deliciously, was absolutely mind boggling. He felt so good inside of you that you almost didn’t know what was up or down. Your nails dug into his forearms. Your jaw was slack, eyes threatening to close. “Fuck…. Yes.. there…” He had readjusted his hips, digging his knees into the couch, pushing your legs towards your armpits. You’d never been stretched like this, and you meant that in more than one way. He focused his eyes on the mess that was accumulating between the two of you. Your wetness was accompanied by your cream, his cock was dripping with your essence. The sound, the sight, the smell, the taste, everything was getting to him. You moaned loud, eyes glossed over, unable to hide your feelings from him anymore.
Your eyes were just as dark as his, both of you caught in the torrent of ecstasy. He leaned in, pecked at your lips, then your jaw, over your neck and chest, to your breast , draggin his tongue across the flesh before haphazardly sucking the pebbled bud into his mouth. Your hands flew to his hair. Fingers tugging on the sweat slicked curls at his nape. He moaned and that sent you barreling towards orgasm. You spread your legs wider, begging to feel more of him. He picked up his speed, his wet mouth dragging across your chest to give your other tit the same treatment. His ability to multitask was truly astounding.
Normally you’d put in some type of effort, hell-bent on not being some random man's pillow princess, but the way this man was putting in work all you could do was lie there and take it. You squeezed your already tight walls around him, making his hips stutter. “Don’t play games you know you won’t win.” He spoke gruffly, lips still pressed to your feverish skin. “Quit while you're ahead, baby.” That felt like a challenge. Part of you wanted to know just what he planned to do if you didn’t ‘quit while you were ahead’. So you tested it.
Every drag out of your cunt earned a clench. The first time he let it go, but the second time caused him to groan, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You’re fucking killing me…” He grumbled, doing a few shallow and quick thrusts just to throw you off. He pulled out completely, tapping his slick riddled cock against your clit. A tiny drizzle of cum shooting from his tip and landing on your already messy pussy. “Look at how wet you have my dick. You even have me cumming a little already… fuck… you're perfect” He bit down on his swollen bottom lip, teasing you with just the tip of his dick. He enjoyed the way your cunt looked wrapped around him. You tried to wrap your legs around him, groaning when he caught on, pushing your legs back towards your chest.
“Nuh-huh, you think after all of that I’ll let that pretty pussy of yours get what it wants?” The sinister look he gave you as his lips curled into a smile would have been terrifying if it didn’t turn you on. “Not a chance, sweetheart.” He laughed innocently as if he didn’t just stuff you full of cock moments ago. “You’ll be lucky if I let you come.” He smirked, sitting back on his legs, he grabbed at your hips, swiftly turning you around. You didn’t even get a chance to protest. It happened faster than your mind could process. A few throw pillows were stuffed up under your stomach, successfully elevating your hips. “Fuck… would you look at that?”
You didn’t even know him well, but you could tell he was pleased with himself. He smacked both your cheeks before spreading them wide. Wild thoughts were running through his mind at the sight. He spit on your pussy before using his tongue to lap up all of the cream that was spread over it, your asshole, and your thighs. A man starved. That's what he ate like. It was your turn for your eyes to roll back, you gripped at the armrest, pushing your hips further into his face. Those plush lips in combination with that thick tongue? Heavenly. You could feel the coil in the bottom of your belly twist up and just as it was about to snap, hell pulled away with a soft chuckle.
You whined. You needed that release. “My turn…” You don't know what exactly came over him, but it was like he snapped. He slid back into your wanton cunt, causing your pussy to queef from suddenly being filled to the brim. You squealed, not used to your body making that sound. He placed his hand over the lower part of your back, just above your butt, pressing down to make you arch for him. And that's when all hell broke loose. This man had to be the spawn of the devil with the way he was after your soul. He was desperately trying to snatch your life force right out of your body with every deep thrust he gave you. Your walls fluttered around him, he moved his hands to your hips, nails digging into your skin as a way to ground himself. He was muttering things to himself, it honestly sounded like a bunch of gibberish to you. But then again, it was hard to concentrate on anything other than how hard he felt inside of you. “Fuck… this pussy is so good.” He groaned, pressing his hips flush against yours, hitting the deepest spot inside of you.
Your toes curled, vision turning white from the sensation. You didn’t even realize you were cumming until he pulled all the way out. “Please… please put it back in.” You begged, hole begging to be filled again, even though you just came. He obliged. He wanted to get off just as you had, but this time he wasn’t out for revenge, he slowly entered you, letting you feel every inch and vein. It had been a while since you last had some, and then it wasn’t much to write home about. This? Him? You’d shout it from the rooftops if you had to, this man’s dick game was impeccable. You moaned and writhed under him. He trached a hand up your sweat slick back, grabbing ahold of your neck and pulling you up and back towards him. His other arm wrapped around your tummy as he drug his lips over your shoulder, speaking a melange of your name and several curse words. He was in heaven. His heart pounded hard against his chest, any sounds but the ones that reverberated off the walls in this room were a non factor to him. He was here, at this moment, with the beautiful woman he spotted out in the crowd.
You hoped there was a hidden camera in this room that could pinpoint your time of death, because you could have sworn you ascended. Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth, eyes slightly closed, a severely fucked out expression on your face. You were dripping wet, walls still quivering around him, and he loved every bit of it. “You’re so fucking good, baby… so tight.. Wet… fuck..” His voice progressively got whinier, his end was near. His hand moved from the back of your neck to the front, squeezing lightly. His conclusion was right on the tip of his tongue, the words begging to fall from his lips. His hips stuttered, his arm around your middle pulling you impossibly close. He gave a few sharp thrusts, “Fuck- baby, I-I’m gonna come… I’m gonna..” He cried out, once against pushing his pelvis completely against yours as he spilled his seed inside of your begging cunt. You moaned, the feeling of his warm cum painting your walls was enough to make them quiver again, threatening to overstimulate him. “Fuck, baby.. Too tight..” He spoke, while thrusting his cum deeper into your cunt. It took a spell of labored breaths and soft whimpers before he came down enough to pull his softening cock from inside of you. If he let you go right now you were sure you would fall face first into the cushions of this couch.
You were blissed and fucked out, a crooked smile set on your face. He laid you down gently, watching your cunt to see if any of his seed dripped out, to see if he indeed fucked it deep enough. He smirked to himself when the only proof that he came inside of you was the small snail trail he broke when he pulled out. The room was silent for a while, the sound of the muted club music was no longer drowned out by the sound of sex. You’d close your eyes, honestly ready to knock out for the next couple hours if he let you. He on the other hand had his eyes focused right on your pussy, still wet from the night's events. “My gosh… you are a dangerous, dangerous woman.” His dick twitched when you pulled your knees together to get a little more comfortable. He sighed, this just wouldn’t do. “I don’t usually do this… but.. I honestly don’t think I’m done with you for the night.” His words caused you to quickly open your eyes and turn around. Your eyes traveled from his face to check if he was serious, down to his semi-hard dick. “Would you mind… coming back to my place for.. Round two… or three?”
Your eyes were wide. There was no way this man was serious. “Only if you are down. If not, we can hit the showers and I can escort you back to you-” You stopped him with a sensual kiss.
“Yes.” You spoke against his lips. Maybe being a bridesmaid paid off this time.
Imagine: Tried, sweat slick Chan, balls deep, on top of you. His hips have slowed significantly from all the work he's been putting in. Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, not even sure if you could let go at this point. Your toes are curled, legs locked at the ankles around his center. Each thrust feels like he might pass out at any moment, but he keeps going, keeps putting in the effort. With a gruff voice, he whispers into your ear, "Just... one more, pretty girl. One more, and I'll fill you up."
His hips snap into you, and you whimper, egging him on. You don't know where he gathers the strength from, but he picks his pace back up. Moving his hips closer to you, leaving very little room for him to slip out as he gives you long hard strokes. Each rough thrust causes your teeth to chatter together. Each thrust ramping up in intensity. He leaves a trail of bite marks over your shoulder and neck, trying to focus his attention on anything but cumming. But the sound of your whiny voice is sending to a place he fears he won't escape from. "Please..." His voice is so deep your barely recognize it. Its rich and silky like a freshly brewed coffee, comforting, and tantalizing.
"Baby.. please..." His deep needy voice unravels you completely. You come around him, body shivering from the overwhelming pleasure. He buries his face even futher in your neck as you come. With a tight grip on your hip, he stills, letting the tight grip of your walls pull him in. Making him spurt his seed deep inside your pulsating walls. He's filled you up like he wanted. But he's far too spent to move, his full body weight now collapsing on top of you. Though you can barely keep your eyes open, your hands subconsciously stroking up and down his back, you speak. "Say it again..."
He doesn't move to look at you, "Say what?" His voice is laced with tiredness, muffled by your skin.
"With that voice... the deep one. Say 'Baby, please,' again." He pauses for a second and chuckles, moving his lips to your ear.
He clears his voice, getting it ready. "Baby... please" you clench so hard you push his cock right out of your sopping pussy, causing you both to laugh. You might have just discovered something new to love about him.
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A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.
Pairing: Non-Idol|Chris/Bang Chan x Cam-Girl(AFAB)|Reader (You, she, her)
Synopsis: Introduced to an adult content creator by his roommate, Chris falls for her allure. But soon, he realizes she may be closer than he imagined.
Genre: Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol AU
Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. ⚠️ NSFW warnings are under the cut.
Authors Note: Hi! So, let me start off by saying that I did little to no research for this project, so a lot of things may be incorrect in terms of virtual sex work or the camming world. This is technically four chapters, but I didn't feel like breaking them up into parts. But I hope you enjoy it either way.
Special thanks: to my friends Jay and @edanzgarden for reading over things for me. And extra special thanks to @therhythmafterthesummer for all the support and encouragement.
Word Count: 15,000+ {60+ min reading time}
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
MINORS DNI
"I wanted to see how it'd look." He shyly answered.
"Just how it'd look?" It was like you were purposely throwing matches at him when he was already doused in gasoline. He was seconds from being ablaze.
You put the pillow aside and stood to your feet, making your way around to the back of his chair. You leaned in just to whisper, "Don't you want to know how it feels, Chris?"
NSFW Warnings⚠️: Mentions of sex work, mention of curves (reader is implied as curvy), breeding, use of pet names, unprotected sex [PIV] (please wrap it before you tap it), creampie, cum play, fingering, masturbation [both fem & male], spanking, use of adult toys, virtual sex, oral sex (fem receiving), slight degredation, choking, use of sir, talk of anal and anal play, talk of shokushu goukan, mentions of religion, (please let me know if I missed any)
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Adulting should be made a crime. At least, that's how you felt at the moment. Why you decided to move into an apartment building with no elevator was beyond you. You clutched the box in your hands tightly as you peered over the top to navigate up the stairs to the fifth floor. It was moving day.
You had finally secured enough income to move out of the off-campus university housing you shared with a close friend and into your own space. Somewhere, you could finally let your hair down, a space to make and call your own.
You let out a sigh of relief as you arrived at your door, apartment 516, placing the box at your feet. The back and forth, up and down the stairs all day, had definitely puckered you out. Sweat pooled over your brows. You were drenched. Next time, you'd hire movers because there was no way you'd do this by yourself again. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and used it to dab away some of the sweat, exposing your midriff to the hallway air.
A throat cleared, startling you. "It's considered indecency when you're in the company of others." Your brows creased in confusion as you looked towards the opposite end of the hallway. An older woman clutched her bag closer to her body, and a dog's head popped out. It was uncanny, the resemblance between the two, both pomeranian and owner.
"I'm sorry -" she waved, dismissing anything you were about to say.
"You have to realize that hallways are public spaces and -" a door opened, causing her to pause. Your gaze followed hers, and a lump immediately formed in your throat. Feet shuffled out of the apartment right across from yours. Your eyes shifted from the black socks and sandals, up the small sliver of leg, to the hem of the very worn basketball shorts. You quickly averted your eyes when they came in contact with what you assumed to be a semi.
"Good morning." The voice was groggy, but it finally drew your attention to the face of the new stranger, your neighbor. He had soft looking, plump lips, a large yet defined nose, and his curly hair covered his eyes. But even with all that, you could still tell he was attractive.
"Christopher, it is well after three in the afternoon." You guessed the older woman had now found a new target to nag.
"I'm aware, Agnes. But it's still impolite not to greet someone when you first see them." He shot a smile your way as the old- well Agnes opened and closed her mouth like a fish. She glared at him, then you, before huffing and heading down the hall to the stairs, with her pomeranian in tow. The click-clack of her heels dissipated as she got further and further away. He sighed, "Sorry about her. She's been like that since her husband Stanley died a few years back. He was quite literally her better half," his lips curled, and that's when you noticed the dimples. Why was this man so handsome?
He extended a hand, "I'm Chris." It seemed like time and space had actually come to a halt, his hand still there between you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, but honestly hoped you were the only one it was audible to. You took a moment to finish assessing the man in front of you. Your thoughts immediately took a turn as you stared at his extended hand. They would honestly look really nice as a necklace.
Your eyes traveled up his arms, his veins like a road map to heaven. He cleared his throat again. Trying your best to play it off, you took his hand and smiled. You totally weren’t obvious in checking him out. “Nice to meet you, Chris.” He bit back a smile as you stood there shaking his hand for much longer than you should have. “Ah- right, sorry- I’m Y/n. I’m just moving in.” You finally let go, letting your hand fall to your side. He looked past you at the box on the floor.
“I noticed,” He straightened back up. “Need any help?”
Though the offer was kind, and you wished you could have the privilege of spending a little more time with him, that was the last box. “Last box.” You motioned towards it. “But thanks for the offer.” You flashed a reassuring smile, and he nodded.
“Well, feel free to let me know if you need anything. I’m usually at home. And if I’m not, one of my roommates is, and I’m sure they would love to help as well.” He sunk his hands in his pockets. Clearly, not everyone in the building was as kind as he was, Agnes was proof enough. Either way, you appreciated the kind gesture.
“I’ll make sure to remember that… the same goes for you…” You had to look away. His gaze was too intense for the hallway first meeting. “I-uh, I should go,” you shyly tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “It was really nice to meet you, Chris.” He smiled again, and you swear your knees almost buckled.
“You too, Y/n” Your name sounded like the sweetest symphony coming off his lips. No one had ever made your name sound so pretty.You hoped your ears had betrayed you and that you didn’t hear yourself whimper.
Your eyes went wide as you backed up a little too far, tripping over the box. You closed your eyes and hoped that the ground would open up and swallow you whole from embarrassment. But unfortunately, that did not happen. Instead, you were quickly grabbed up into strong arms before you could hit the ground. You peeked an eye open, only to be met with his beautiful face up close. You could finally see his eyes and just how much they sparkled. “Pretty….”
A faint blush dusted his cheeks, and he helped stand you upright. “You okay?” He checked to make sure you weren’t hurt, looking you over.
“Physically, yes.” Emotionally? You were a total wreck. You swore you heard the famous G.T.A. ‘Wasted’, play in the background while you tripped. Your inner confidence had been absolutely decimated by the beautiful guy from next door.
The silence let the awkwardness set in. You nodded, “Well, thanks for saving my life twice.” He laughed, his little giggles sending heat right through your body.
“Anytime.”A smile was still plastered to his face as he started walking backward. “I’ll see you around, Y/n.” And with that, he headed down the corridor to the stairs.
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Once you had everything settled and your essentials out of the boxes, you ordered food and ate on your makeshift living chair. Milk crates really came in handy when you couldn’t afford furniture. Between gathering your first and last month's rent, plus the new streaming set-up you purchased from your friend, money was scarce. Really, if you called yourself broke, broke would laugh in your face right now. You were lucky to have a comfortable place to sleep and the internet to keep yourself entertained. All the other creature comforts could come later down the line when you’ve made a little more money.
You had to set your schedule accordingly around your move in date. But it didn’t occur to you just how much walking up and down five flights of steps would do you in. But you had business to take care of, despite just wanting to relax and watch back to back episodes of “Is it cake?” You sighed after checking the time. You had about an hour and a half to get yourself dressed and ready for work in your new space. “Let's make this money.”
After a shower and shuffling through a few boxes of clothes to get a matching outfit (and not some thrown together monstrosity), you settle down in front of your computer.You have been an onlyfans content streamer for a few years now. You initially started your page out of pure curiosity. A friend of yours had started one, and she ended up dropping out of school to pursue it full time. Though you were making a nice chunk of change, you never had the intention of dropping out to be a full-time sex worker. Even if the money made it super tempting.
It was just a nice side hustle that brought in enough cash for you to afford a slightly better life. University loans were not going to pay themselves, and the sooner you'd be able to pay them off, the better. Plus, it was nice having the extra money to do little things for yourself now and again, without having to send word home that you were in need. Call it stubbornness or whatever you'd like. You just didn't like feeling like you owed other people. So OnlyFans would do while you pursued a higher education.
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You loved to cosplay, but these days, it was rare for you to attend a con or even take pictures in your very intricately designed costumes. You loved the process. Finding a character you loved, buying the fabric, and whatever else you needed to execute the costume. Then, wear the costume and try your best to emulate the character. Acting was second nature to you, so that wasn't a problem. Once everything was put together, strangely, you felt like yourself. Pretending to be someone or something else for a few hours was somehow comforting to you. So your transition from cosplay streamer to OnlyFans content creator was less of a jump than it was originally thought it to be.
Your first few streams had less than five people in them, but the more you went live, the more attention you garnered. But it wasn’t until you did a collaboration with your friend who originally introduced you to the platform, that's when things started to take off. It wasn’t anything too risque. It was just the two of you sitting down to chat about your favorite anime character, dressed in your favorite cosplay. You did a tier list for FMK and had a very small make-out session before mutually masterbating with your vibrating wands. But with the number of followers she had, you couldn’t help but get eyes on you from there. And as some would say, the rest is history.
You had finally found your sweet spot. Streaming once a day, Tuesday through friday. The length usually varied but usually lasted between an hour and a half to two hours. But there was a rare exception where a chatter would ask for something that would last a bit longer. One time, a stream ended after four hours because of a request. But that was far and few in between. You were honestly just doing something that you liked all while making enough money to support yourself.
“Hey babes, I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” You started all your streams pretty much the same. Greet your chatter's before you’d go off into whatever scenario you had planned for the night. Tonight, you were dressed in black latex. To say it was form fitting would be an understatement. Dressed in your Reika from Gantz:0 cosplay, with your matching midnight black, waist length wig. A few in the chat knew immediately who you were, but for the most part, reactions were a little ambiguous.
But that part never really mattered. As long as you and your chatters had a good time on stream, it didn't matter if they liked the coplay or not. That part was for you. It was the little part of you that you got to share. "I have something special planned for you guys tonight." You were giddy, trying to contain your excitement. Your chatters didn't know that you lurked in the chat after almost every show. Unless, of course, you were too tired.
A few nights ago, a long-time chatter, Ji.oneHunnit, mentioned he was into tentacles. How he would love to see you with one in each of her holes.Though it would take some preparation, you figured you'd indulge him. Just like you made most of your outfits, you made all the accessory tentacles and even made the sound effects you'd play in the background. "I heard someone was into tentacle porn…"
You softly smiled, "Let's see what happens when my gun goes out, and I just can't seem to fight anymore." Role-playing was a favorite of yours. It didn't matter how ridiculous or overly dramatic it seemed. You'd give it your all no matter what. Even if it meant mounting and configuring random tentacles around your room on strings for you to fight.
The fight was honestly comical, but you put in your best effort. Your gun 'died', and you were left defenseless. With a large hole in the crotch of your suit form the fight, you fell to your back, still trying to fight off the tentacles, only for one, conveniently attached to a fucking machine, to slip into your cunt. While another slipped into your mouth. You left it up to the chat how fast the machine could go and hoped this fulfilled more than just one chatter's needs.
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Chris came home from the studio to a lively house. "I can't believe she did that for me.. hyung, she just… she just knew my fantasy and fulfilled it." Jisung, his roommate, was talking a mile a minute to their other roommate who was trying to order dinner off some app.
"I was in the chat room with you, Ji, I remember." He chuckled.
"But - do you know how it feels? For her to fulfill a fantasy that you didn’t ask her to?" He sighed, flopping down onto the couch with a lovey-dovey expression on his face. "I think I love her." All his friend could do was chuckle while Chris looked more than confused.
He had kicked off his shoes and put them away before stepping into the living room. "What did I miss? Who is it you love?"
Changbin, who had been vehemently searching for something to fill his stomach, widens his eyes in the direction of his friend and roommate. "Don't get him started." He mouthed, but it was far too late.
"There is this cam-girl. She's sorta like my other half that doesn't know she's my other half -" Changbin cut his eyes in Jisungs direction. "What? She is!" He half pouted as he talked. "We are both subscribed to her. And we sometimes watch her together - not in the same room, but like- "y'know at the same time. I know she does this wish fulfillment thing every once in a while. But it had been a few weeks since she last did it. So it was unexpected. Today… She fulfilled a long-time fantasy of mine. It was mind-blowing.. and special, and I just…Hyung listen.."
Jisung went off on an almost too descriptive recollection of events. Detailing even the smallest of things that happened, like how one of the tentacles swung in front of the camera while she was orgasming and nearly scared him to death. "..and I don't even know where the alien goo kept coming from, but that shit was fucking awesome!" Chris had never heard anything like that in his life. And though that wasn't necessarily his cup of tea, he wasn't going to yuck his friends yum.
Changbin sat his phone down, deciding to look when everyone could get together and figure things out, "She fulfilled my wish a month ago." Chris looked over at him in anticipation. While Changbin and Jisung had similarities, they were also very, very different people. "Flexible play and double penetration." Chris's ear perked up, and he nodded for him to go on. "She came on stream, all oiled up and body stretched. She showed just how flexible she could be. She even fucked that amazing ass of hers for me." He smirked while Jisung nodded in agreement.
"She seems like she cares about us. When I was sick a few months ago, she dm'd me to make sure I was okay. I'm telling you… I love her." Jisung went off on another tangent.
Chris sat for a minute and thought about it. His favorite streamer had started to taper off on her content. So, he definitely needed something else to focus on. Since flings and one night stands were off the table due to a scare. Watching porn and cams were the only things that filled his time, sexually. After a four year relationship, which ended very badly, and a string of flings with too many broken hearts attached. He just settled on being by himself for a while. What was the use of being unhappy both emotionally and physically? No one quite scratched the itch like he needed. He could do a better job with his own hand.
Later that night, Chris sat in front of his computer, the cursor blinking at the top of his incognito page. He checked to make sure his vpn was on at least three times before proceeding. He looked down at the horribly scribbled url Jisung provided him. "The hell does this even say…"
Chris's door clicked open, "X-o Anime underscore babe x-o. It's all one word"
The door clicked closed again after Jisung loudly whispered to him. He was going to have to learn to lock his door if he wanted to prevent this from happening again. He sighed loudly, shaking his head before he typed her name in the search. She popped up immediately.
He could see her last stream was certified hot. The sticker was there to prove it. He clicked on her page, her banner that the top was pretty simple. It was just a photo of her lying on her side in a very sexy sailor moon costume. You just couldn't see her face. Her bio was also pretty straightforward.
Just her age and the country she was from. He continued to scroll down, looking through her recent videos to see if any tugged him in their direction. He perused for a bit before one short video caught his eye. It wasn't a stream. It was just a video she posted.
It seemed to be golden hour, and she was out on her balcony on a sun lounger. There was just something about the way the sun hit her skin, making her glow as if she was otherworldly, that reminded him of home. One thing he missed was beach days, how he could spend all day there without a care in the world. He quickly clicked.
The video started off with her adjusting the camera so all you could see was from her mouth down. She was simply dressed in a black tank and matching thong with a sheer panel right over her mound. You could see the wetness sticking to the fabric. Her balcony was lightly decorated with plants, a wind chime, and fairy lights that were already on, though the sun hadn't fully set.
"I have to be quiet… I think my neighbor is home." She put a finger to her lips before letting out a cute giggle. "Wouldn't want to get caught, now would we?" She pulled out a rose quartz dildo and slid it in her mouth to get it wet. She pulled it out with a pop. "I like to get off to the music he makes. Hopefully, we get to hear him sing today."
She put up a finger and like clockwork the neighbor started to play music. It seemed as if the window or door was cracked because you could hear it very faintly. She slid her panties to the side and spread her legs. She trailed the toy up and down her slit, catching some of her wetness on it. That's when the neighbor started singing.
It was almost like it was rehearsed. She pushed the toy in, leaning her head back, giving the camera a view of her neck and slack jaw. She moaned lightly, sounds mixing with the neighbors' eerily familiar voice. She moved faster as the song started to pick up rhythm.
Her brows were knit together as she bit down hard to stifle her moan so as not to get caught. Her black thong stained white with her cream as she continued to pound into herself. The lyrics started to sound a little bit clearer as if the neighbor was moving about the room, easing closer to their own balcony.
"Cause when you give me a glance, I'm sure that I see the universe in your eye…" Chris froze. There was no way. He went back to the beginning of the video where she was setting up and paused on the frame where you could see most of her outdoor space. He pushed his chair back and got up, walking right out his sliding door and looking at Y/n's neighboring balcony.
"Well fuck me…" It was her. She was the cam-girl that Jisung was obsessed with. The girl who he was just watching stuff herself with a rose colored, glass dildo. It seemed as if it was on cue that she walked out, mug of something in hand. She glanced over and gave him a smile that almost short circuited his brain.
"Hey Chris!" She waved. He stood there for a second, not being able to process the events that just unfolded before him.
"O-oh.. Hey.. Y/n." He stuttered. "Ni-nice weather we are having, yeah?" She gave him an incredulous look before she chuckled it off.
"Yeah, it's perfect." She walked out a little more, leaning against the railing. That's when he noticed her attire. It was damn near the same thing she had on in the video.
Only this time, her ass was on full display to him. He had to almost will himself to look away. "Yeah… absolutely perfect." He cleared his throat. He could feel himself getting harder as the seconds passed by. As if he wasn't already hot from watching her masturbate. "I'll see you around, okay?"
She tore her eyes away from looking out onto the lit up city nighttime skyline to him. "Have a good night, Christopher."
He nearly bolted back into his room, shutting the door, locking it, then closing the blinds as if she could see past the glass. As if she could see him. His heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest as he paced his room. The panic was setting in. She liked masturbating to his music? The fuck was that? He hadn't even realized she knew he did music, let alone, liked it enough to fuck herself to it.
The blood seemed to rush back and forth from his cock to his brain and back again. He needed to sit. He plopped on the edge of his bed, entirely too far gone to properly process this information overload. How often had she… played with herself to his voice? Something in his mind told him not to go down that rabbit hole, but he just could find it in him to help himself. He migrated back to his computer chair and started his search through her videos. It was going to be a long night.
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Shame. That's what he thought he should have felt at that moment. But the emotion never washed over him. The second he found out the truth about her, it should have pushed his cape of truth and morals forward. It should have stopped him from going down this route. But again, it did not. He descended into the pits of hell, watching almost every single video from the start of her channel until the last few weeks, where he started to join her lives.
He was close to obsession at this point. Nearly memorizing all her moans and moves. The things he knew she'd do to herself to tip herself over the edge. The things he wanted to do to her to get the same reaction. He should have felt shame. He really should have. But he couldn't find it in him, not right now. Not on this Friday evening. Not when she would be live soon. No, instead, he found himself with his hand gripping his member through his shorts as he bit down roughly on his lip.
From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he was in trouble. She was gorgeous. Curvy, beautiful eyes, and kissable lips. Soft skin. He couldn't be normal about her. There was no way he would be able to do anything platonically when it came to her. No. He was smitten at first sight. Then, to feel her in his arms, even if he was just catching her before she fell, he wanted to feel that again. To hold her again.
But now here he was, typing the oh so familiar name into the search bar on OnlyFans, anticipating the show she would give tonight. All week, it was all he could think about, even with her streaming almost every night. Every blink, every breath was filled with thoughts of her. His eyes widened when he realized she was already live. He quickly clicked on her room. His arousal heightened when he saw what she had on.
Her tiny, pleated, black leather skirt left little to the imagination. The black mock garter stockings that peaked from underneath seemed to dig into the flesh of her supple thighs. Her shirt was slightly unbuttoned to where you could get a glimpse of her lacy bra. Every time she shifted forward, the cross hanging from her neck would catch the light, only to disappear into her cleavage when she leaned back.
He moved his boxers and shorts down to free his hardened cock. His fingers circling the tip absentmindedly as he listened to her talk. "I promise I'm a good girl. I don't know why I find myself in trouble as often as I am. Look at what the nun did to me today." She turned around and with little to no effort she revealed her ass to the camera. It was red from what one would assume to be a flogging. She leaned forward, arching her back a little to show off not only the fact that she had no panties on, but also that she was soaked.
He groaned. She had absolutely no right to be this sexy. "It's so sore I can barely sit down. I wish you were here to rub it for me… help me ease the pain." She laid her torso on the floor and reached back to rub her reddened ass cheek, and he damn near lost it. Hell, he wished he was there to help her ease the pain as well. She at least deserved that. His mind drifted off to just how she got the marks in the first place. He knew she hadn't left the apartment in hours. He would have heard the front door shut. And no one had visited from what he could tell, either.
Did she really paddle herself before she went live? If so, she could have asked for help. He was always more than willing to lend her a helping hand. He told her that the first time they met, and he meant it. The same hands that would have helped her prep that tight little cunt and ass while he was at it. He groaned, loud. Almost forgetting he shared his space with three other people and a wall with the very streamer he was about to get off to. But that was something he could address later, that is, if he was heard. "I wish it was you who caught me and not that stupid, mean nun." She whined and it pulled him from his thoughts.
"Would you have been able to stop yourself when I started to whimper and beg? Or would that have turned you on?" She moved her body a little so you could see that part of her face that wasn't obstructed by her mask. "... it turned me on, imagining it was you…" She spread her arousal, soaked lips, "See how wet I am, just thinking about you making me your good girl.." The chat was going a mile a minute. He sat up and typed something in, free hand still languidly tugging his length.
WildWolf1003: You deserve to be rewarded after taking such a beating, baby girl. How are you going to reward yourself for being such a good girl?
She answered a few other questions before getting to him. "Thank you for thinking I'm a good girl, Wolfie…" She hummed and lightly wiggled her ass as she thought. "Maybe I should use that toy you sent me last month as a reward? Or is that too much?" His cock twitched at the thought. Yes, it was a bit of a self indulgent gift. But what man with the means wouldn't send a replica of their dick to a girl who definitely deserved it? A well crafted, hand painted replica, at that. Plus, who needed to know he lived right next door? She surely didn't. He made sure to send it from the town over and ship it with no return address.
She giggled as the chat roared with questions about what her affectionately named wolfie had gotten her. "Let me show you…" she moved out of the frame momentarily and returned with her full-length mirror and the life-like, suction cup dildo. Chris braced himself. He moved his hands to grip the armrest of his computer chair, letting his member rest as she set everything up. He didn't want to make the mistake of cumming before she even got started.
It took her a few minutes to get everything configured, coming back into frame fully. "Sorry for the wait. I hope you aren't too mad. I took so long." She pouted a bit, and he could have sworn his heart clenched. "I should spank myself because I took so long?" Her pout deepened as she read the chat, "But Wolfie said I was a good girl.. I- Fine, ButtHunter." She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her cleavage up. "How many hits? Do you want me to use my hands or something else?"
Chris watched patiently as she fulfilled the others' requests. His eyes would shift from her to the gift he got her and down to his engorged member. He would wait as long as he needed to, just as long as she wanted. She bent back over, the marks on her ass from before were long gone. The chat requested that she spank herself 25 times for the five minutes they had to wait, plus the fact that they wanted her cheeks as red as they were before.
She truthfully took it like a champ. Each hit made her cheek a little redder than the previous one. She struggled towards the end but got through it nonetheless. "That wasn't very nice of you, ButtHunter." She pouted again, causing his dick to twitch yet again. It took everything in him not to touch his length in hopes she'd get to reward herself like he wanted. "Can I please have my reward now? I've been good all day.. I even gave myself twenty-five extra licks…" God that pout of hers would be the death of him one day. How could you not want to give her what she wanted?
Ji.oneHunnit: Let her have her reward. She's been punished enough…
JUT.dae: I don't think that ass of hers could take any more of a beating. Gosh, I wish I could kiss it better..
She perked up reading a few of the comments in her favor. "Thank you." She stifled a smile by biting her lip. She moved, grabbing something out of view of the camera. Returning with a bottle of lube. "I'm going to be honest. This is a little bigger than what I'm used to…" She poured the lube in a thick glob. "I hope it fits… Wolfie." He almost came untouched. He groaned again, hands reaching to tug on his curls.
"Fuck…" Just the thought of his cock stretching her tight heat, did things to him. Even if he wouldn't be able to feel it, that toy was an extension of him, his member. He couldn't wait to see how her tight cunt wrapped around it. This was for sure going to give him plenty of material for his spank bank. He hadn't even realized he had closed his eyes and started to touch himself again. When he opened them again she was stroking the toy, almost mirroring the way he was. His eyes rolled back at the sight.
"I can't just sit on you, you know that, right? I have to make sure we are both ready….." Her other hand was between her legs, doing only what he could assume was, touching herself. Getting her hole ready to be stretched. She stayed like that for a few minutes while interacting with the chat. "Okay… ass your tits.. which would you rather be in your face?" Of course ButtHunter was the first to answer with ass. There were a few who went for tits. But she wasn’t satisfied.
"What about you, Wolfie? It's your gift. How do you want me?" The way the sex oozed from her lips honestly made his mind a little hazy. Her tits were great. Beautiful, really. But the thought of her gripping his desk as he bounced her up and down his length right there in his computer chair just hit different.
WildWolf1003: Normally, I wouldn't care, but the way your ass looks in that skirt tonight…
She smirked. She knew what she was doing to the people in this room. She wore that skirt with intention. Planned that scenario with intention. Even flogged her own ass prior to streaming, with intention.
WildWolf1003: Ass, please, pretty girl.
She just nodded, turning around and situating herself above the toy. She teased herself at first, rubbing it between her pussy lips, smacking it against her clit. All while keeping an innocent smile on her lips. Every movement she made, Chris tried his best to duplicate. He immersed himself in the scene. Pretending that he in fact was the one who punished her. His hands were the ones that left all of those pretty red marks on her ass.
Only to find out that she was pantiless under that very, very short skirt. A flogging just wouldn't be enough, not for his pretty girl. No, she needed to be punished even more. She needed to be stretched and filled till she begged for him to stop. But he wouldn't stop. No. He'd keep going until his pretty girl was leaking with a mixture of their juices. All the remnants that he couldn't fuck deeper into her."It's… its so big…" she really was struggling to even get the tip in.
She received encouragement from the chat as she continued to try to slip the tip into her tight hole. She pulled away from it and pushed two lubed fingers in, scissoring them to loosen herself up. "I guess I needed to stretch myself a little more before I tried to take it…" she giggled and added a third, "Hopefully, this will help." Once satisfied, stretched, and significantly wetter, she tried it again. This time, it made a little more leeway. The tip finally pushed past her entrance, slowly being enveloped by her walls.
Her pussy squelched as she slowly slid down, letting the toy stretch her. "Fuck… it's so big.." she moaned. Chris's fingers were wrapped around his cock tightly, trying his best to mimic the look of her tight walls around his toy. He reached for the warming lube with his free hand and doused it on his cock to aid in the fantasy. He teased himself while she adjusted. Boosting his volume so he could tear every whine and whimper that fell past her beautiful lips.
It took quite a few pumps before she finally seemed to relax. The tension in her muscles started to visibly diminish. She slowly started to move. Her tight walls looked as if they were sucking the toy in with thrust. Her small moans of ecstasy progressively start to fill the cozy room. Chris tried his best to keep the pace she was going at, trying his best to keep himself afloat. He was drowning. Overwhelmed by the sights and sensations. He couldn't help but think about how this was the loudest he'd ever heard her moan. And that was all because of him. It was his cock- well a toy replica of his cock, that was filling her up.
It was his toy that had her creaming all over it, grinding down on it just to get closer to euphoria.
Him. This was because of him. "You feel so…. Good.." Her voice was airy and light, and if it wasn't for him having his volume at levels that were almost dangerous for his ears, he would have never heard her. The noises he was making started to grow as well. The sound of his fist, tight around his member, drenched in precum and lube. His soft pants and groans, the tiny wines he released every once in a while."Tell me I'm a good girl… make me cum for you…"
He groaned even harder, "You're such a good girl… so… fucking good." He felt as if he was losing his mind. As if with every stroke, a little bit more of his sanity was leaving him. How could he be this gone for someone when they had barely touched, had limited contact? He needed to get a grip on reality. But the grip he had on his cock was much firmer at the moment. She smacked her ass, making it jiggle even more than it already was. The sight, the combination of the tiny skirt bouncing, her still reddened ass cheeks, the vice grip her cunt had on his toy, they were all maddening. The culmination threatened to send him straight to hell.
"Can I cum for you?" She was practically pleading. Begging, "Please baby…can your good girl cum?" He couldn't even vocalize the word, he nodded profusely, as if she could see him. She bit down hard on her lip, raggedly breathing through her nose. Her eyes rolled back as her orgasm crashed over her, her whole body violently convulsing. Her mouth fell agape, her moans silenced momentarily before she loudly moaned. It was almost loud enough to hear past the wall and the blaring volume of his earphones.
His grip tightened further, almost to the point of pain. The sounds and images before him, sending his body catapulting into space. He arched up almost out of his seat, crying out as he came. Spurts of his seed covering his hand, torso, and some even hitting his keyboard. "FU..CK…" he body fell back into the chair, causing it to roll back a little. He could swear he'd never cum so hard in his entire life. How was it possible that a cam girl, who hadn't even touched him in that way, had made him feel like this?
He sat limply in his chair, his legs gapped open. Cum covering his hands and body. Too tired to even try and make a move. His eyes were still trained on the screen, despite them desperately wanting to close. She looked just as fucked out as he felt. She sucked in a shaky breath, "That.. was amazing…" she lightly giggled as she tried to gather herself. She slowly pulled the toy from the death grip her walls had on it. The sound itself was orgasmic, the squelch, the the sound of her wall closing the space the dildo had just made for itself.
Then seeing the cream that rushed out her cunt, slowly trickling down her slit just to perish on the fuzzy white carpet. "This was the best gift ever, Wolfie…" She sweetly smiled at the camera, her eyes half lidded from exhaustion. "Thank you all for tuning in… I'm too fucking tired to continue." She giggled again, "See you again soon, babes." She blew a kiss, but it was clear she could barely move her limbs, but she somehow managed to gather enough strength to end the stream.
Chris sat there, cum now tacky and nearly dry. The chat is still going crazy, even with her screen now black. The post nut clarity was beginning to sink in. All the shame he swore he should have felt earlier? All the handful of weeks that passed by with him, watching every bit of her content? It all came rushing to him now. This was wrong. Awfully wrong. He had sent his next door neighbor a clone-a-willy of his dick, to which she fucked herself on stream. To which he explosively masturbated to. Though she seemed to be thoroughly satisfied, it still felt… wrong. What had he done? Who had he become? How the fuck was he-
"Hyung, did you see the- Holy fuck!" His roommate almost jumped out of his skin, finding him like this. His curls slick with sweat and matted to his head. Cum dried on his stomach, hand, and member. Eyes half lidded and glossy from exhaustion. Lips swollen and red from the numerous times he had bitten down on them in the past hour. His penis, flaccid against his lower abdomen. Boxer briefs and short around his knees as he sat slumped in his chair, while his mood light illuminated everything. There was no way to explain this. No way at all.
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Chris felt as if he was being intercepted for an intervention. Changbin and Jisung both sat at the kitchen table as he exited his bedroom. "Hyung, can we talk with you for a minute." The look of concern on Jisung's face only made him want to turn around and close the door behind him, never to exit the comfort of his bedroom again. It had been nearly two weeks since the incident with Jisung. He hadn’t mentioned it, and there was no way in hell Chris was bringing it up.
He resigned, sighing as he trudged over to take a seat. "What's up?" The two men looked at one another, Jisung nodded for Changbin to speak first.
"Ji told me how he walked in on you a few weeks ago.." he put his hands up, "Trust me, he and I had a conversation about boundaries -"
Jisung gasped, "You sleep on Hyunjin's bed when he isn't here!"
Changbins eyes shifted from Chris to his younger friend, "He's never here! But this isn't about me." He whispered through gritted teeth.
They both went back and forth before Chris finally got fed up and intervened. "What is this about, really?"
Once their attention was back on the older male, Changbin continued. "Hyung, we just want to make sure you are alright. You know that we, "he pointed out between him and Jisung, "are always here if you need someone to talk to…. Someone to vent to…"
Jisung nodded and continued, "I thought you ascended. It didn't look like you were blinking or breathing…If your dick had’n-" Changbin slapped his hand over his mouth.
"We've never.. known you to be like this, and we are just concerned. It's normal for Ji to be like this… but you?..." Changbin trailed off. Chris understood. He had been acting strange since he found out the truth. He had truthfully become consumed by you. He tried to keep your online persona and your real life separate. Though you had this bubbly sparkling personality online. You kept to yourself for the most part offline. You dressed for comfort anytime he saw you out, and any glimpse of the made up, cosplay girl was nowhere in sight.
He had to snap out of it. Quickly before he really got in above his head.
He nodded in agreement, "I know I haven't been myself lately. But I promise I'm okay." He tried his best to put on a good face for his friends.
"Good, because I've made every excuse in the book to throw a party, and none of them have worked. So we are officially throwing a 'Chris' is back, bash.' Tonight." Changbin nodded and stood to his feet as if his last-minute announcement made any sense. He disappeared towards his room, "Invite all your friends. The festivities kick off at 10."
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What kind of debauchery was going to unfold tonight? Chris had no idea, but he knew he would never be prepared enough for it. He wanted to back out, but he knew his friends would remove the door off the hinges if he even attempted. He was currently sitting in his computer chair, incognito tab open, contemplating whether or not he should watch your last stream of the week before the festivities. He could quickly pump one out and take a shower like nothing happened.
He had your page bookmarked, so it was easy to navigate right to it. Normally, you would be ready to go live, but instead, there was a notice at the top of your page.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, but there will be no live stream tonight 😔. I uploaded a video just for my babes. Hope you all enjoy it and I'll see you all next week. XoXo."
His disappointment was rather palpable. How could a prerecorded video ever make up for your lives? He sighed, leaning back in his seat. He begrudgingly clicked the video and full screened it. He slid his earphones on and immediately felt like electricity was jolting through him. The lightning was dark, and it took a while for the camera to adjust, but it did. "Hey baby…" she moaned. This felt oddly personal. Like it was meant for a significant other or something. It felt strangely like a video call.
"I miss you.. so much. It feels like forever since I've seen your face. Do you miss me too?" She must have been playing with herself. Her breathing alone gave it away. "Yeah? Well, why don't you play with me for a while? Hmm?" She pulled the thin tank she had on up over her breasts. The fingers of her free hand circled her nipple. "Are you touching yourself too?" Chris bit down on his bottom lip, trying to fight the urge to play along. "Please baby…. Play with me." She whimpered, and he broke.
He pumped some lube in his hand, and then he dipped his hand into his briefs, taking a hold of his length. Shuddering at the feeling of his own warm hand, wishing it was yours. She dipped her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them to get them nice and wet. "I wish it was you.. baby." She spoke once she pulled them out. He could only imagine she moved them to her pussy, fingers pushing through her folds to coat her clit with her spit. Her breath hitched, "I wish I could feel your touch instead of mine.." God how he wished that as well.
He wished he could fulfill all of your fantasies. All it would take was for you to tell him what you wanted, and he'd do it. ".. Your fingers are slipping inside of me to stretch me… just for you." She moaned, her mouth falling open. "You stretched me out so good last time, I doubt my pussy will be satisfied with anyone but you." The noises her fingers made as they entered and exited her wetness were starting to become the soundtrack to his life. He picked up the pace to match the speed.
"You felt so good inside me, baby. I've never been so full.." Her whimper was so loud it echoed off the wall, "I've never cum so quick…you ruined me that night.." she breathed out, fingers picking up the pace once again. "You ruined me for anyone else… I'm yours baby.."she whimpered again and he had to close his eyes. Just hearing all the noise was good enough for him. "All.. yours… only yours…" She was getting more frantic by the minute as was he. He tried his best not to think about the context of this video. That would send him off the ledge for multiple reasons.
He tried his damnedest to push all the thoughts out of his head, to focus solely on the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her wetness."I'm so close…" He kept telling himself to focus. Not to let his mind wander to how realistic this seemed. Like how this could absolutely be a video she sent to her boyfriend. One that had been away for a while, unable to please her, to tell her how much she meant to him. "I wish you were here to fill me up…. And then fuck it deeper.." His eyes flew open. She had changed the angle of the camera, it was now fully focused on her wetness and how her now three fingers stretched her cunt.
".. Fuck it so deep so that will never come out. Tell me that'd be your gift to me, baby. Tell me you'd love to stuff me full.." It was his time to whimper. The mere thought of stuffing her full of his cum made him want to burst. "Is that what you want, baby? To fill me u-" She cried out, unable to finish her sentence. Her back arched. Legs shook. As she came around her fingers, thinking about someone breeding her. He followed soon after, he was in the same headspace. But instead of it being some random person, it was his next door neighbor. It was you. She was silent for a few minutes, taking in shaky breaths in an attempt to settle herself.
"I- can't keep cumming this hard." She chuckled, "but just the mere thought of you gets me hot, baby." She moved the camera so he could once again see her lips. "Please don't keep me waiting long. I hope to see you soon, babes." She blew a kiss and waved before the video ended. He once again was a disheveled mess, but at least this time he could move a little. He cleaned himself up with the napkins sitting at his desk, then tossed the used papers in the bin before tucking himself back into his boxers.
His phone chimed, a notification popping up letting him know he had a text.
Bin: You better not chicken out on us. This party is just as much for You as it is for me and Jisung.
Chris: Yeah, yeah. I'm getting ready. No worries.
Now, all he had to do was get up for that to be true.
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By the time Chris made it out of his room, the party was already in full swing. The house lights were dimmed, but the mood lighting they had all around the living areas danced and changed color to the music. Changbin had somehow hired a DJ and a bartender to appease part goers. Chris recognized a few faces here and there, but a lot of these people were completely foreign to him.
But seeing how his roommates were mingling, he assumed they were all people they knew. He didn't mean to look like the biggest wallflower in the history of wallflowers, but he couldn't help it. His usual outgoing demeanor was replaced with that of a shy guy. He stood by the wall to the hallway that led to their rooms and bathrooms. He made sure to leave a sock on his door so no random couple would end up fucking in his bed. He bobbed his head to the music, just casually taking in the surroundings. That was until he saw you walk in.
Stunning. Your hair was up, letting every inch of your face shine like it should. Your curves were on full display. Your outfit added to your mysterious allure. A black corset top to accentuate your beautiful breasts while tugging in your waist. Your black mini skirt was definitely short, but it still left something to the imagination. All while hugging your curves perfectly. He couldn't take his eyes off you, not that he would have anyway. You giggled at something the guy on your arm said - Chris's brows furrowed.
Did you have a boyfriend? You smacked the guy's chest as you continued to laugh, and his heart sank. Though he had talked with you several times in the halls, there was never any segue into personal information like, if you were dating or not. He felt stupid. It wasn't a hard question to ask, and asking it would have spared his feelings.. probably. He saw Jisung walk up to you both, giving each of you hugs. His confusion deepened. How did you know Jisung, and why had he never mentioned he knew you? Jisung motioned in Chris's direction, causing the man to freeze. What was he doing?
You, your guy friend, and Jisung pushed thro the crowd and over to him. "Hyung, have you met our neighbor?" From the time Jisung pointed Chris out, you hadn't looked away. Chris hadn't taken his eyes off you either.
"I have." He couldn't help how taken by her he sounded, even if he tried to come off as nonchalant. "How are you, Y/n?" Your shy smile made his heart melt.
"I've been alright. I've been a little busy this week, but I'm glad I get a few hours to unwind." It honestly felt like they were the only ones in the room, even with an apartment full of people.
Jisung cleared his throat, "Right… This is Felix. They are both friends from when I was in school. We are all in a gaming league together."
Felix extended his hand, and Chris took it, shaking it firmly. "It's nice to meet you, Felix."
The boy's eyes widened at the hint of an accent that Chris had, "Aussie?" Chris also had the same realization.
"Yeah." It was like an immediate connection. They started to talk about where they were from exactly and the things they had in common started to pile up. He was so busy making a new friend he hadn't even noticed that both you and Jisung had walked away.
As it turned out, Felix was not your boyfriend. As a matter of fact, you were far from his type. Felix had a raging crush on Chris's roommate, Changbin. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't relieved. He most definitely was. "I'm going to go talk to him since he's free. This might be my only chance."
Felix smoothed his hands over his pants before heading in the direction of his muscled friend. "Seems you two really hit it off." He didn't need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to.
"Bethany." He sighed. How did his ex manage to get invited? He could feel his blood start to boil just being in her presence.
"How are you, Chrissy?" She ran her hand up his arm, stopping only to wrap both hands around his biceps. "Miss me?" He closed his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. Bethany had almost caused him to spiral after their breakup. She gaslit him their whole relationship, playing mind games before, during, and after the whole ordeal. It was a miracle he made it out of the whole thing.
He pried her hands off, "What do you want?"
She pouted up at him, "Be nice, Chrissy. I just want to catch up." He grimaced, looking around for an out. That's when he spotted you.
You were headed towards him with two drinks in hand. "Here, babe." You smiled at him, "I know you don't drink, so it's banana milk. Don't let Jisung know, tho -" You looked at Bethany and tilted your head to the side. "Oh- uh, Hi. You are?"
Bethany looked between the two of you, then kissed her teeth. "I'm his ex, and we were in the middle of a conversation. Who are you?" She said in a snippy tone as if already annoyed by your presence.
You just kept that pleasant smile on your face, "His current girlfriend." You made your way between them, effectively putting space between the two. "Sorry, dear, but the conversation is over. You can go now." You said rather matter-of-factly. Her mouth dropped as she stammered.
She was so taken back by your boldness that she didn't even try to come back at you. She just simply huffed and walked away. You stayed in front of Chris until you made sure she was gone, then turned to face him. "Sorry for not warning you." You giggled, "Ji was filling me in about.. what I've been missing during the game meetings,at the cooler. I just glanced over here, and judging by your look of complete distress and discomfort, I decided to step in. He gave me the banana milk for you. I hope that's okay."
God, he wanted to kiss you. You were absolutely perfect. "You are honestly a lifesaver...so, thanks. I honestly don't even know the reason she's here. I appreciate the well-timed save, though." Your smile widened. What the hell were you doing to his heart? It felt tight and like it would run off into the wild with the small but not forgotten statement of you being his girlfriend.
"I'm glad to help. I wish it could have looked a little more realistic. Because I don't think she bought it." Bethany was lingering nearby, talking to some other girl that he didn't know. "I'm going to kiss you, is that okay?" He could feel his cheeks and ears heat up. His heart was river dancing at four times speed at this point. This was not at all like the time he saved you from Agnes. You took both drinks and sat them down nearby, then pulled him in by his shirt. "Just.. act natural." Cupping his face in your hand, you leaned in and slowly started to kiss his plush lips. It was experimental at first, just seeing how to make it look real and not awkward.
But if anyone were looking from the outside in and didn't know you weren't a couple, the kiss surely wasn't going to give it away. His hands made their way to your hips, pulling you flush to him. Causing you to gasp into the kiss. He smirked, feeling a lot less awkward with your body and lips pressed to his. He slid his hands from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze, eliciting a moan from you.
"Too much?" He nudged your nose with his. You just simply shook your head, diving right back in. This time, you added a little tongue to it. Both you and Chris had tuned the rest of the party out. Even Bethany's somewhat irritating presence had disappeared.
Tunnel vision. That's what was taking place. It was you and him, in the quiet of the night, enjoying each other's company. With his hands still on your ass he pulled you even closer, even when it was barely any space left between you. You could feel his bulge against your upper thigh, and you had to stop yourself from moaning. "Get a room, hyung!"
He wouldn't have heard Changbin if it wasn't for him being so damn loud and close. He finally pulled away, face flush, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was far from that. "You must be the next door neighbor, Jisung just told me about." It was miraculous how you'd been there over two months and was just now meeting the rest of Chris's roommates.
"And you must be Changbin." You smiled, causing the man's brow to twitch.
"Have we met?" Panic set in, and Chris quickly tried to deflect.
"Dude, she's been here for months, and you haven't met her?" He chuckled awkwardly.
"I- I've been busy."
Changbin whined at being called out, "It's okay, I've heard so much about you from Jisung that I feel like I know you."
He frowned, "I hope it's only good things."
You gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "It is. But he failed to describe just how fit you are. I need to get on your workout plan."
He waved off your comment, blush tinting his cheeks. "Aw. You're so sweet -" He could feel the heat coming off Chris's stare. "Yeah, it was nice meeting you. Enjoy the party." He quickly slid his way through the crowd and away from the impending wrath of his roommate.
You hadn't even noticed how he kept his arms around you, keeping you close. "He might be right.." Chris looked down at you, moving a few stray hairs from your face.
"Right about what?" His eyes searched yours as if he'd find the answers to the universe there.
"We may need to get a room." You chuckled as his eyes widened. "So we can talk, you perv." His face turned almost comically red.
"I wasn't -"
You shook your head, "I'm just joking. But it would be far better for you with the whole ex situation, if it looked like you fucked me." His mind was doing cartwheels, spinning in circles. Just the implications had him reeling. "But, I really just want to talk. If that's okay." You said as if you could see the panic in his eyes. He really needed to get himself in check.
"I'd love that." He leaned in and spoke into your ear. It wasn't a lie either. He really would. He was almost dying to get to know you better, and this was his chance.
You pulled away and grabbed his hand, "Lead the way."
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Chris was glad he kept his room somewhat clean because he definitely was not expecting company. Especially not you of all people. "So, tell me a little about yourself." You walked around his room, arms behind your back, just taking a look around.
"I mean… what is there to know, really?" He chuckled nervously. You stopped near his closet, the door was slightly ajar, but all you could see was black with the occasional splash of color.
"All black?" You raised an eyebrow, and he nodded.
"It's my favorite color."
You smirked slightly, "Good to know." You brushed your fingers across a few of the garments before moving on. "I'm open for whatever you are comfortable sharing." You shrugged, "Just talk with me." He had no idea why he felt nervous, but he felt like a school kid talking to their crush.
"I.." he looked around his room for anything that could spark a decent conversation. His eyes landed on his small workstation full of his production equipment.
"I don't know if Jisung has told you or not, but he, Changbin, and I are a team of producers." He nodded. He knew you knew he made music, but it'd be a dead giveaway if he told you that.
"Yes, Jisung told me. But I just put two and two together when I noticed your equipment. He said he did it with his roommates. He just never specified which ones." You played a few keys on the keyboard he had near his balcony door with a small smirk plastered on your face. "It could've been the artsy looking pretty boy I've seen over here a few times."
He chuckled, "Ah- you mean Hyunjin. He likes to join in from time to time, but he loves to put his art on canvas or film more so than music sheets."
You nodded, "So a house full of artists. Got it." You stopped at a bookshelf he had full of trophies, pictures, and other memorabilia. There was a picture with him and his roommates at a beach with a dog. "How cute. What's the dog's name?"
He had turned away from you, pretending to be more interested in the lint on his pants, so he would look like he was staring. "Berry." He said the name with so much love.
"I thought this building had a no pet policy?" Besides Agnes' dog, who had been grandfathered in after living in the building for so long, no one had pets. At least pets over a certain size.
"She's back in Australia with family."
You turned to him, leaning against his desk. "You miss her?"
He once again focused on this piece of lint on his pants. "Yeah. I call to talk to her every couple of days. I don't want her to forget me."
You chuckled, "I'm sure she won't forget you. If you were good to her, it's possible she'll hold onto your memory forever. Even though they suffer from short-term memory loss, they do hold on to longer memories."
He tilted his head, finally gazing up at you. "You just run off random bits of information like that all the time, yeah?" You both chuckled.
"No, of course not.” You laughed, "I'm writing my thesis on the correlation between pet ownership and early childhood development."
He looked shocked, "You- what?"
You laughed, "I don't have siblings, so I grew up with pets. I feel they help you learn good self-esteem, and they help combat loneliness. So.. yeah." You scratched your nape awkwardly. “I’m getting my masters in education.” To say he was shocked would be an understatement. But then again, you not showing your face in your videos made a lot more sense now.
“A teacher.”
You nodded, “I taught for a year after graduating, but I wanted to further my education.. And as fulfilling as it is..” That's why you did it. It was all making sense to him now.
“It doesn’t pay the bills.” He finished your sentence, and you nodded in agreement.
“Exactly. So I do… odd jobs to keep me afloat while I get my masters.” Odd Jobs. That must be what they call onlyfans now.
“So when Jisung says you met in school..”
You clapped your hands together. “Not from any classes. He started an Otaku club, and I joined, thinking it’d be a great way to chat about my favs and not feel ashamed about it.” You chewed on your lip, expecting him to razz you a little, but he didn’t. Chris was far too kind for that.
“It’s kind of amazing how all this time he talked about the one girl friend he had, and you turned out to be our neighbor. I was beginning to think he was making you up, to be completely honest.” You both laughed, “He made you sound way too good to be true.”
You made a face, “How so?”
He shrugged, “Pretty, smart, into all the things he was into. It’s actually shocking that he doesn’t have a crush on you.” He wanted to finish and say he was glad he didn’t, but he thought that would be a little much.
“He did. But he says he found a girl online that he had fallen for, and she was the only one for him. So, I didn’t take it to heart.” Chris choked on air, little did Jisung know, they were one in the same.
“Are you okay?” You went to push yourself off the desk to check on him and accidentally hit the spacebar, waking his computer up. His eyes widened. He hadn’t closed out of his incognito tab. He had seemingly calmed all his thoughts down, but now they were running wild again. Your eyes followed him, taking a step back to look at the computer screen. The video had ended, but you could still see the last frame. It was the bottom part of your face.
But you couldn’t let the panic set in. You didn’t want your secret to be revealed. Not like this, at least. “Oh. It seems someone is into cam girls, huh?” You clicked the back button, “Anime Babe?” You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised. “I can see why you and Jisung are friends now, besides your love of music and producing.” You took a seat in his computer chair. The very one he had imagined fucking in you countless times.
“I-it’s not what it looks like..Jisung suggested her to me, a-and”
You giggled, “It’s fine, Chris. We all watch porn. It's healthy.” You scrolled around the page as if you hadn’t posted all of the content there.
You were an amazing actor. He knew that for sure now. You didn’t seem embarrassed or alarmed that he had been watching your stuff. You played it off as if this was really your first time seeing all this, like it wasn’t you at all. It almost made him believe he was mistaken, that maybe some other girl had a balcony with the same decorations. That someone lived right next door to her that sounded just like him and wrote the same songs. But he knew all that wasn’t true. You had a secret to keep, and he couldn’t blame you for trying so hard to keep it.
“What’s your favorite?” You could hear him shifting in the background, just for him to end up right next to you.
“Let me.” You nodded and gave up control of his mouse. He scrolled and clicked as if he had done this thousands of times. “I like this one the most.” It was about a week ago, from the Wednesday before last.
“What is it about this particular one that sticks with you?” He stood up from where he was hovering over your shoulder to stretch, accidentally exposing his v-line and faint happy trail. You quickly tore your eyes away.
“Are you sure you want to know? You might end up subscribing to her.” He joked.
“I'm just curious.” You looked up at him, a small smirk on your lips. “I was serious when I said I wanted to get to know you better. What’s better than getting to know what a person gets off to?” You pushed the chair back and turned towards him. “I think it says a lot about a person. You know, what they are into and all.”
He raked his fingers through his hair. Why did he suddenly feel so nervous? It wasn’t like you didn’t know what you would see when you played the video. But it still made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Well-”
You stopped him by standing on your feet. “Here. You sit. Maybe you’d be more comfortable if you go about it like you normally do.” You motioned towards the chair after taking a step away from it.
He apprehensively took a seat. “May I?” You pointed to his bed, asking to sit. He just nodded in response, leaning back in his own chair to get comfortable. Once you were seated, he started.
“I enjoy her content overall. She has a little something for everyone…” You nodded, motioning for him to go on. “But this particular night, she decided to explore more of the bdsm side of things. So, the way the streams work, you have to purchase tokens if you want to ask for anything specific. Like for her to spank herself, or for her to speed up her fucking machine…” You leaned back on your hands, still listening intently.
“She came in with a black, strappy, heart cutout set. The way it hugged her curves was absolutely delectable. ” Chris groaned, closing his eyes. “She said that she had been bad that day and had touched herself without Sir's permission. That she needed to be punished. So she pulled out this g-spot vibrator, which the chat was able to control. If you give tokens, you get a hundred seconds to control the device. Some people did it fast. But I wanted to prolong the feeling, I'd build her up just to slow it back down." He kept his eyes closed, just recolleting and recounting the events in the video.
"Did she get to cum?" You asked softly, hanging off every word.
"She did. She squirted. Said she had never done that before. And judging from how her mouth dropped when it happened, I believe it." He shifted in his seat, spreading his legs a bit wider. "She said it wasn't enough, though. That she needed to be punished more, so she wouldn’t be a disappointment to her lovely Sir. So, she bent over, tugging her soaked panties between her lips. She grabbed a paddle and let the chat decide how many hits, how fast or slow she needed to do it. Her ass was red on both cheeks by the time she finished." He was gripping onto his arm rests, trying to keep his composure.
Trying to stop from touching himself. "But that was far from the end. She needed to have her pussy handled. Needed to be fucked into submission…" He bit his lip, holding back a groan. You crossed your legs to quell the need to touch yourself. "I don't know when, but the dildo she was given, she had it mounted to her machine. She said that only Sir could get her to act like a good girl. She slipped her panties to the side and oiled her ass before lubing up the toy. Just the simple sight had a few people claiming that they came."
You cleared your voice before speaking, afraid the words wouldn't come out. "Did you?"
He chuckled lowly, "No. I wouldn't waste my cum like that, she deserves better." You grabbed a pillow from the bed, gripping it tight. It smelled heavily of him and was not helping your predicament at all. "It seems she prepared herself before the stream. That she really had played with herself, because the same toy she had problems with before almost slipped right in with little effort." His voice had gotten deeper as he talked, adding to the tension in the air.
"God, the way her pussy stretched around that toy should be taken down as one of the sexiest things in history."
You had placed the pillow over your lap, a fist full of the pillowcase. "Why? Because it's your cock?" It took him a few seconds for your words to settle.
"It's just a toy.. how could it be my cock?" You poked your lip out and hummed.
"Is it just a toy, Chris?" You lean forward, closer to him. "Next time, send it as a gift. Your name was all over the packing slip." It felt like the world shattered around him. What was all of this about, if you knew?
"You… knew it was from me?" You nodded, leaning back on your hands.
"Of course, Wolfie." The smile on your face might very well be his undoing. You were toying with him. "And since there is a lack of surprise about me being your beloved Anime babe, I take it you knew. Did you send me your cock with ulterior motives, Christopher?" He was hot and bothered near minutes ago, then you threw ice on him.
Now, it seemed like you were toying with him once again. Riling him up. You were giving him whiplash.
"I-" He couldn't truthfully answer that, now could he? He didn't want to come off as a complete pervert but he also didn’t want it to seem like he wasn't into you either. "I wanted to see how it'd look." He shyly answered.
"Just how it'd look?" It was like you were purposely throwing matches at him when he was already doused in gasoline. He was seconds from being ablaze. You put the pillow aside and stood to your feet, making your way around to the back of his chair. You leaned in just to whisper, "Don't you want to know how it feels, Chris?"
You still don't know how he did it, but within a millisecond, he was up out of the chair with his lips attached to yours. It was as if the kiss from earlier never stopped. The intensity seemed to pick up right where it left off. Hands grabbing and groping as if neither could get enough of the other. But he pulled away, his hands moving to cup your face, "Let me know right now before we go any further. Do you want this?"
You took in a shaky breath, "Yes." Your breathy reply was all it took. He lifted you, grabbed the back of your thighs, and carried you to the bed. He laid you down there and settled between your legs.
"Look at you, you're so damn beautiful." He really took you in. It was almost like you weren't real. Like you'd been a dream this whole time. Just like you were a hologram that appeared in his wildest dreams.
"You're just saying that because I'm lying in your bed." You quipped.
He only shook his head. "No, from the moment I first laid eyes on you, I've thought this. I just didn't want to come on too strong and ask you out right then and there." There was sincerity in his eyes as he spoke.
"Chris, you saved me from severe embarrassment and an old lady's tongue lashing. The least I could have done is say yes to a date." He chuckled, hiding his face in the curve of your neck and shoulder. "Plus, don't know if you've noticed, but I'm very attracted to you." You grabbed his face to make him look at you. "Dude you're fine as fuck. Like, they had to have run out of marble after making you." He laughed, but stillness soon took over the room. As if you were magnets, your lips collided again, feverishly.
Your hands were in his hair, tugging on his beautiful curls. His hand traveled from your hip up to your breast, where he lightly squeezed. His other hand was next to your head, holding him up. You slowly undressed one another, as if taking the time to relish in each piece of newly exposed skin. Once there was nothing between you, Chris sat back on his legs and admired every inch of you. He grabbed your foot and kissed your ankle. Kissing every few inches until he got to your thighs. "You know, there is something I've been curious about this whole time.."
You raised a brow, "And what is that?" He nipped at your thigh, then placed a kiss right over it.
"Just how you taste."
He didn't waste another second. He licked a stripe from your wet hole to your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back, hands once again reaching for his locks, fingers tangling with a few curls. Smacks, slurps, and grunts was all you could hear coming from between your legs. He was eating you out as if he hadn't had a good meal in his entire life. Flicks to swirls, then him flattening his entire tongue over your clit had your eyes taking up permanent residence in the back of your head.
"Oh God…" your legs began to shake as you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance but never dipping in far enough to release any tension. It was his turn to toy with you. "Chris please…" you begged, but he didn’t budge. He moved his fingers and his mouth away from your heat.
"If you want something from me, you better ask properly. Just a please isn't going to cut it. Vocalize what you want, sweetheart." You were used to hearing sweetness laced in his voice, but you could get used to whatever this was. His words caused you to clench the nothingness, wetness seeping out of your wonton hole.
"Please fuck me, Chris." It almost came out as a whisper.
He smirked, "We'll get to that, pretty girl. For right now, I'm going to eat your pussy until I get my fill." You whimpered, hand flying to your mouth to cover it. He shook his head, pulling your hand away. "Let me hear it. Let me know how I'm making you feel." You pretty much were rendered choiceless as he dove back in. The first moan that spilled past your lips filled the room. Even the blaring music from the living room was drowned out by it.
Chris was an expert with his tongue, making you cum just minutes after threatening you with a good time. Once he added his thick, knobby fingers to the mix, you were pretty much a blob of lust lying in the middle of his bed. Granted, it had been a while since you'd last had human contact. But you could honestly say that his tongue game was absolutely bar none. By your third orgasm you just couldn't take it anymore. You pushed at his head, trying your best to slither away from him. But the way he had his arms locked around your thighs prevented even the slightest of movements. "What did I tell you?" He asked, mouth still on your clit.
"A-ask properly." He nodded, but it only added to the overstimulation you were alre feeling. "P-please s…stop." You bit down on your bottom lip to try and focus your attention elsewhere. It didn't help. He gave you a few more kitten licks before he pulled away. Moving up your body, pressing tender kisses to your sweat slick skin, he paused at your jaw.
He rubbed his nose against your ear before he spoke, "Absolutely delectable." You whimpered again, your body still dealing with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
"Turn around for me, baby." Though your eyes were threatening to close, you mustered up the strength to do as told. He gave you his pillow to rest your head on, then pressed a kiss to your shoulder. He moved away momentarily, retrieving something from his bedside table. "I'm going to help you relax a little, okay?" You nodded. He smacked your ass, eliciting a loud groan and sharp jolt from you. "Words, baby girl."
He soothed the spot he hit. "Ye-yes." He let out a proud chuckle before popping the cap to something you couldn't see. But you soon felt it. He had slicked his hands with oil and began to massage your tense back and shoulders.
Your eyes closed, letting his hands work their magic on your rigid muscles. Your body began to relax as he went on. His hands slowly started to dip further and further south till they landed on your ass. "I've been waiting to do this since I saw you in the miniskirt in your stream." He kneaded and pulled your cheeks apart, just to let them smack back together. "My gosh.."
All you could do is giggle. "Are you having fun back there?" He didn't answer at first, too mesmerized by the sight. "I thought after all that you would fuck me, but I guess not-" he reached a hand around and grabbed your jaw, pulling you up a little.
"Here, I was trying to be nice after you begged me to stop." He ground his hips against your ass so you could feel just how hard he was. "But maybe nice isn't what you need." He sat up on the backs of your thighs, then tapped his hardened member against your ass. "Condom?"
You released your lip from between your teeth, "I'm on birth control, and I'm up to date on tests… if you want to…" He wasted no time. Slipping in cock between your slightly parted legs, he hoped he had stretched you enough to where it wouldn't hurt.
"Same." Both his hands ended up on either side of your shoulders as he slowly pushed into your cunt. Once the tip was in, the rest was just a matter of patience. You bit his pillow, his toy was huge, but somehow he felt bigger. "Fuck you're so fucking tight. Tighter than I ever imagined." He waited after bottoming out, not wanting to move too fast and hurt you. He pulled out almost to the tip before pushing back in. Your body responded, your back arching, pushing your ass towards him. He reached and wrapped his fingers around your neck. "Okay?" He asked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, even if he was fucking you raw.
You nodded, and he squeezed your neck. "So-sorry. Yes, sir." That was all he needed. He let go of your neck, letting your face fall back to the pillow. He started off slow, the delicious slide of his cock against your walls had you moaning with each thrust. Your hands dug into his sheets, while your teeth sank into his pillow. He gripped one of your hips with one hand while the other was splayed on your lower back to keep you arched and in place. One particular deep thrust had you creaming all over his cock. That broke him.
It was as if the kind hearted next door neighbor you knew had vanished completely. His fingertips dug even deeper into your skin as he started to pound into you, "Look at how good your pussy takes my dick." He growled. He actually growled. You couldn't make a sound. Your mouth had fallen slack ages ago, your brain rendered useless under his unrelenting pounding. That hand on your hip moves around to your mouth, three fingers sinking into it, his thumb and pinky taking a hold of your jaw. He used that as leverage to pull you into him.
"Nothing smart to say?" His breathing was erratic, but he tried his best to sound calm and collected. "Have I fucked you dumb already?" If you said something it'd be like letting him win. But your brain wasn't working at full capacity at the moment.
"N-no." You spoke around his fingers. It wasn't convincing. In all honesty, it had the exact opposite of the desired effect.
"No?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Good." This man's speed and strength was something that definitely needed to be studied. He had somehow flipped you over and had your legs pressed to your chest with his face between your legs within a blink of an eye.
"Fuck… Chris.." You screamed, legs starting to shake once again with his mouth on your pussy and fingers one again buried deep within your heat. Your toes curled. Your hand flailed, looking for something, anything to grab ahold of. Ungodly noises slipped from your lips as you neared your fourth orgasm of the night. His fingers found that fleshy spot inside of you and with a couple of caresses, you came undone. But this pressure you felt, felt different than any other time you'd come tonight. He yanked his fingers from your cunt and you squirt all over him and his sheets.
Your whole body was shaking, and tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. But he wasn't done. He ascended from your pussy, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "All I need is one more, baby. Just one more, okay?" He rubbed the tip of his length between your folds. "Think you can do that for me, pretty girl?" You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. But he understood, he wasn't going to hold it against you this time. He slid back in with one of your legs on his shoulder and the other pinned to the mattress.
The angle he was rolling his hips in seemed to tickle something in the depths of your brain. Your voice seemed to find you again. Your moans and chants of his name filled the space and spilled out the window. He placed kisses on your neck, then little bites here and there. "This pussy is so fucking good, pretty girl. Can I call it mine?"
You nodded fervently. "Yes." Your walls clenched around him, making him groan.
"Mine." He repeated the word with every thrust. Picking up the pace, he'd pull halfway out just to slam back in while still giving you toe curling strokes. His fingers dipped into your mouth again. "Get them nice and wet for me, please, baby." You obliged, soaking his fingers with spit. His hand then disappeared between the two of you, with what little space you had. He rubbed your clit in slow circles, then pinched the swollen bud. That sent you right over the edge.
You sang his name like a lead in a church choir on sunday. Your eyes rolled back in your head. He didn't stop, too preoccupied with chasing his own high. And with the way your walls were squeezing him, he'd get there sooner than later. "Please Chris… cum for me."
His brows were furrowed in concentration, "Where do you want me to cum, baby, hm?" You locked eyes with him, purposely clenching around his cock.
"Inside." That did it for him. He snapped. He sped up, and with one last harsh thrust, he came as deep as he could. He leaned down, teeth sinking into the flesh above your breast, careful not to leave too bad of a mark. His seed coated your walls in hot streams, causing you to clench even more, milking him dry.
You both sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, trying your damnedest to catch your breath. After what seemed like an eternity, he eventually gathered the strength to pull out. He leaned back on his legs to see if it trickled out. He had fucked it so deep not even a drop tried to escape. He tapped your clit before rubbing it,trying to get your walls to clench, so you could push it out. He slid two fingers in, once again stimulating that spongy spot inside your cunt.
"Oh fuck…" You groaned loudly, too tired to even fight. Your walls did as he asked, pushing his seed out. More of it seeping out with each thrust of his fingers.
"Good girl." He smirked at a job well done. Taking in the sight of your messy pussy. "Let me get you cleaned up." You couldn’t respond, you couldn’t even move. He came back with a warm rag to clean you up. He gently took care of you, then dressed you in one of his shirts as a change of clothes.
He assessed the damage your squirting had done and decided that a towel would have to suffice with covering it for now. He pulled his boxers back on and laid next to you, pulling your back flush to his chest. You sat there silently in his arms for a while, listening to the party that was still raging outside. "How did you find me out?" You asked out of the blue, voice a little croaky from your little escapade. He snuggled into your neck, hand absentmindedly rubbing up and down on your stomach.
"The video where you admitted to getting off to the sound of my singing." Heat immediately rushed to your face. "Next time, be a little more discreet. Being my neighbor was written all over that little video." He made a call back to her earlier statement.
You both chuckled, "Duly noted." He kissed your cheek. Even though you were almost too tired to function, your brain got the better of you, and you couldn't help but ask, "So, about that date…"
Fin
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Synopsis: Time is of the essence, but Felix wants to snap a few pictures before you have to go.
Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. NSFW warnings under the cut.
Word Count: 3,300+ [14 Minute Reading Time]
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
Warnings⚠️: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Switch|Felix, Dom|Reader, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Nipple Play, Begging, Teasing, Anal Play [Male Receiving], Mommy Kink, Slight Kink Exploration, Use of restraints (a belt), Let me know if I missed anything.
Romantic nights out were a rarity, so Felix was relishing in the fact he would get a night on the town with his favorite girl. He asked last minute after having a sudden cancellation in his schedule, but hoped you would be able to make it. He had asked a friend of a friend who knew someone that owned a restaurant to let him rent out an area for privacy. He didn’t get to go out with you often like this, so it was a nice change of pace. After taking care of a few things, he headed over to your apartment where he practically lived when he didn't have any schedules, or when they weren't promoting. With his beanie pulled on under his hoodie, as well as a mask, he tried to look as normal as possible, though he stuck out like a sore thumb.
After taking the elevator up to your floor he knocked, but didn't get an answer. Felix knew you were there, seeing that he had talked to you mere fifteen minutes prior to showing up. He usually tried to respect your privacy and wait for you to let him in, but he knew you had to be doing something for you not to answer. So, he used his key and entered your apartment. He slipped his shoes off and headed to your bedroom where the smell of lavender and vanilla greeted him. He could hear soft music playing in the background as the shower ran. He noticed the two flickering candles you had lit. One on your bedside table, the other on the vanity, warning the room with your signature scent. Deciding not to disturb you since he knew you getting ready was a ‘process’, as you had told him many times before, he just plopped on the bed and waited for you to get out. Before he knew it, he had dozed off. Lulled to sleep by your sweet scent as soft melodies, his packed morning finally getting to him.
He woke up to your tender touch and soft voice. “Baby... wake up,” you giggled as his eyes fluttered open. “Have you been here long, sleepyhead?”
Felix sat up, stretching his arms high in the sigh with a yawn. “I don’t know… was I asleep long?” you shrugged, a soft smile on your face.
“I don’t know, silly. But if you need more rest go ahead and lay back. I still need to finish getting dressed.” That’s when he noticed your slightly damp shoulders and the towel you had wrapped around your body. His eyes wandered over your sodden skin, drinking in just how beautiful it looked. you leaned over and gave him a quick peck before heading to your wardrobe to pick out an outfit.
Between his quick nap and the blood rushing to his crotch, Felix didn’t feel a bit tired anymore. His eyes roamed your room, looking at the random trinkets and pictures you had placed here and there in decoration. Though you didn’t have many pictures on actual outside dates, you did have a lot of pictures together with friends or random snaps at your apartment. His eyes traveled over the small tree shaped bookshelf you had and that’s when he noticed your camera. It was something he had gotten the Christmas before last, since you always complained about how bad your phone's camera was.
He stood to his feet and sauntered over to the shelf, grabbing the camera, examining the object. Once the lens cap was off, he looked through the viewfinder. He focused on random things, snapping away. Until he spotted you, now clad in some racy black lingerie. He gulped hard, glad there was music still on to cover any noises he would make. He focused on you as you did your makeup and snapped away. He pulled the camera away from his face to look at his masterpiece, feeling quite pleased with his work. But taking pictures like this was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, he needed more. So, he moved a bit closer and changed the angle. Felix was entranced by your beauty and couldn’t get enough of his new-found addiction.
He worked his way closer and closer, the clicks of the shutter finally pulling your attention from you doing your makeup. You chuckled lightly as you glanced at him from out of the corner of your eye. “What are you doing?” you paused, putting your makeup brush down.
“I’m capturing the moment.” You laughed, turning in the chair you had at your beauty table. Fleix continued to watch you through the lens, clicking away.
“I’m putting on makeup, what moment is there to capture?” you stood to your feet and moved to take the camera out of his hands, but he quickly dodged. “Come on Felix, let me see the pictures!” He shook his head, a sheepish smile on his face. He ducked and ran to the other side of the room. “Felix! Come on!”
“Not a chance. You have to try harder than that to get me to hand over the camera.” You huffed and lunged forward, only to miss him again. You ended up bent slightly over the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress, the mirror in the background giving him the perfect view of all of you. He snapped a picture of the moment and even took the time to review it. “I’m definitely keeping this one.” He smiled to himself. But that smile only made you more determined to snatch that camera away from him. You needed a distraction, something that would gain his attention momentarily and give you the chance to get what you wanted. That's when the lightbulb flicked on in your head. You were the distraction. Putting your other knee on the bed, you started to crawl on all fours towards the middle. He could feel you getting closer, each inch forward caused a dip in the bed. Felix paused, taking his face away from the camera. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He looked puzzled as he swallowed hard. You had captured his attention just as you wanted.
“Well, if you want to take pictures… I should give you something to take pictures of… right? You can have these little boudoir photos as keepsakes.” Thankfully you were pretty much done with your makeup and were only putting the finishing touches on. you slipped the strap of your bra off your shoulder and let it hang down. “Go ahead. Snap away.” You smiled and it nearly took his breath away.
Felix cleared his throat and apprehensively put the camera back up to his face, successfully snapping a photo. “Come closer baby, I won't bite…” you called him over a small smirk on your face. “Even though I know you'd like that.” Felix stiffened at your words. He moved towards the edge of the bed and snapped another photo, this time he didn't even bother looking at it, he knew every photo he took of you was perfect. You sat up on your knees and slipped off your bra, tossing it somewhere. you covered your chest and nodded for him to proceed. The edge of the bed dipped as he leaned his knee into it, slowly moving closer.
You leaned back, legs open for him to get a closer shot. Now Felix was fully on the bed taking as many photos as he could. “Come closer.” you sat up on your knees as you called him even closer. He did as you asked almost as if he were in a daze. He was now right in front of you. You gently placed your hands on his, taking the camera away from him. “Enough of that.” you put the camera on the nightstand before moving back to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Kiss me.” you commanded him softly and he couldn't help but oblige. Felix knew in the back of his mind where a kiss like this would lead, but right now he didn't care. He grabbed your waist and pulled your flush to him as he pressed his lips to yours.
Your fingers played with the soft little hairs that stuck out from under his beanie, nails traveling back and forth over his neck. The kiss became heated, his hands moving to your ass, grabbing it roughly. You were going to be late, if you even managed to get there at all. He just knew it, but at this point neither of you cared. You pulled away from the kiss and tugged his beanie down over eyes before pushing him back on the bed. He couldn't say he was surprised nor would he protest your sudden dominance. Once he adjusted on the bed, you straddled his waist. Your lips connected with his jaw as your fingers roamed under his shirt and up his torso. His skin felt feverish against the tips of your fingers.
“Just what have you been thinking about behind that camera, Lee Felix?” you breathed against the skin of his neck, a trail of red lipstick smeared over the places your mouth had just left. His lips curled up into a smirk as he thought back to how you looked when he woke up. It didn’t help that you were more than half naked right now, only your panties and stockings were left on.
Even with his vision slightly obscured he could imagine every inch of your sexy body, he imagined scenarios in his head of just how he would take you down. Thoughts of having your slightly bent over and pressed against the wall, his hands roaming over your smooth skin as he plunged into you, made his member twitch beneath the confining fabric of his boxers and jeans. The look on his face said it all, the innocent and cute man you had grown to love had a slightly pervy mind. Your hips rolled against his as your nails scraped over the skin of his chest.
You pressed a feverish kiss to his lips as your hips rocked to the slow beat of the music that still played softly in the background. your hands moved from under his shirt and searched for his hands, your fingers intertwining with his. He could barely take your teasing anymore and took the initiative to turn things around. He pushed his beanie up over his eyes and flipped you over, pinning you down to the bed. His lips left a wet trail behind on your neck as he slowly began kissing down to your chest.
He worked his way down slowly, lips connecting with every inch of skin he could. “We don't have time, Felix.” Normally you loved his soft caresses and tender kisses, but time was ticking and you were running out of it. You sat up, forcing him to do the same. You tugged at his hoodie, “Take it off.” You could slowly undress each other some other time, for now you just wanted him naked. His hoodie and the shirt under it were flung somewhere in the room, your mind now on the jeans and boxers that concealed his hard length. Your fingers fiddled with his belt, successfully unbuckling it before pulling it out of the loops of his jeans. Grabbing his hands you tied them together.
“What are you doing?” he asked as confusion spread across his beautiful face.
“Spicing things up. Just trust me.” Sitting up on your legs, you undid his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers. You didn't pull them all the way off, knowing you had some place to be and didn't want him to have to get dressed all over again. “Remember we have to be quick, okay, Lixie?” His member twitched. There was no way he could be anything but quick when you had him tied up, pint down, and you were using such a cute nickname. you were being dominant and that was one thing you did that really got him going.
You straddled his waist, sitting right over his member. “You just can't seem to control yourself sometimes, huh, Lixie? Why is that?” Your nails raked up his torso until they got to his nipples. You drug your nails over the lightly hardened buds before tweaking them. He hissed upon contact, cock jumping from the short lived pleasurable pain.
“You…. Being around you just…” He moaned loud, the high pitched squeak reverberated off the walls of the small room. “You.. fuck…” He lost all train of thought as you brought your clothed heat right over his shaft, sitting down on it. Once your hips started to move his mind completely emptied.
“That’s not an answer, baby. I need you to focus on me, tell me why. Okay?” He nodded, but still couldn’t manage to form any words. He was at a loss. When your hips started to speed up, he peeled an eye open just to watch. You were panting, lips parted, brows knit together in concentration. His pink tinted cheeks added the perfect backdrop to his beautiful freckles. “Felix… baby. You can't answer one simple question? I'd hate to have to punish you.”
He whimpered as your fingers wrapped around his neck. You leaned in and kissed his jaw, successfully distracting him. You pulled your panties to the side, all while your lips distracted him long enough for you to slip him inside your obscenely wet heat. He sucked in a sharp breath as a drawn out moan played on his lips. “Baby… fuck…” It was like he couldn’t control the octave his voice came out in. One second his voice was deep, fluctuating the next. His nails were digging into his palms as he fought against the restraint that was his belt.
He wanted to touch you, hold you. But with how tight you had it wrapped around his hands, he knew he couldn't escape. Just like he couldn't escape the hold you had on him. “Look at that pretty little mouth you have, Lixie.” You started moving your hips, your fingers still taking purchase of his neck. If you asked, he could cum just from what you had done up until now. He was holding on for dear life. “One day… will you let mommy fuck it for you?”
That was it. He didn't know he had a mommy kink before this night. If someone would have told him that he would have vehemently disagreed. But the words coming from your mouth made him think otherwise. He whined again, trying his best not to bust a nut from your words. “Would you like that baby?” You moaned, closing your eyes, just enjoying the ride. “Want me to fuck your pretty little mouth, Lixie?”
“God… ye-yes, Mommy.” You smirked then leaned in to capture those lips with your own. You loved the way he was melting under you. How pliable he was if you led him in the right direction. You squeezed your walls around him, knowing it wouldn't take much to get your cute little boyfriend to fill you up with his cum. His whimpers filled your mouth as you coxed each one out. Your hips picked up pace, slamming down on to his slender frame. “Wa-wait… I'm gonna cu-cum…” His hands trembled from how tight his fists were balled.
He didn't want to cum first, no, Felix was usually a very generous lover. He loved making you cum at least twice before he had his turn. There were nights where he was so wrapped up in pleasing you that he forgot about himself entirely. “Ba- mommy, please… wait…” His voice lifted an octave as you leaned back, grinding your hips against his. His eyes were squeezed so tight that he missed you sucking on a finger, getting it nice and wet. He didn't realize it until it was too late. First it was a quick massage of his balls, making him mewl. Then he felt that lone finger moving lower and lower, brushing over his taint, making his body lock up from the sensation.
“Wait? But why? What if I want to make you cum?” You stopped your hips, squeezing your walls around his member. He was already so far gone that when your index finger massaged his asshole he completely lost it. Coming as if on demand.
Felix's body thrashed against the bed, hips lifted slightly up off the bed as he came deep inside of you. Moans alternating between deep and high pitched. He'd never come so hard in his life. All he could see was white, even though he wanted to see the look on your face. Did you feel accomplished? Were you satisfied with him being satisfied? He wanted to know, but he couldn't form the words, his mind was numb from the orgasm you just gave him.
“Such a good boy, yeah?” You leaned in, peppering kisses all over his face and neck as he came down. “My good boy.” You giggled, dragging your nails once again over his hardened nipples, making his softening cock twitch. His eyes were heavy, even as he tried to open them. His long day coupled with what you'd just done to him, was weighing him down.
“You… you didn't… finish.” His half lidded eyes focused on you.
“That's okay. I have plans for that later.” You smirked, moving off him, letting his flaccid member fall from your cunt. He'd cum so deep that not even a drop leaked out onto his jeans. “Mommy is going to sit, right on that pretty face of yours.” You bopped his nose as if he was a child. “I'll give you fifteen minutes to rest, then we have somewhere to be.” The saccharine sound to your voice was almost alarming. At least it should have been. But it sent his mind reeling. The giddiness that filled his body gave him his second wind. He tried to sit up, only to realize he was still handcuffed with his own belt.
“Babe?” You poked your head out of the bathroom. He lifted his hands to show you his predicament. You smirked, disappearing into the bathroom. “Do- don't leave me like this.” His giddiness started to shift into panic when you came out of the bathroom and picked up the very camera he teasingly took pictures of you with. “Babe…” Felix said, warning you.
“What? I'm just trying to capture the moment.” You mocked, turning his earlier statement back on him. You pointed the lens at him, the shine of the flash made him squeeze his eyes shut like he'd been shot. “There. That will be perfect for my collection.”
“Your… collection?” The panic really started to settle, “Babe.. What collection?” You smirked and walked away again. “Babe!! Y/n, please. What collection??” You left him in the room, pondering on how many compromising photos you had of him on the camera, while you simply hid the device away to finish getting dressed. A sneaky smile creeped to his lips. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine….” He knew, if nothing, that would get you to come back.
Your head popped around the corner again, “Oh, you naughty, naughty boy.” You had your dress for the night, in your hand, you quickly tossed it to the side. “Turns out you and I have a lot to chat about. Guess we’ll have to go out some other time.” You climbed on the bed, straddling him once more. “Just how many pictures are we talking about?”
He laughed before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, as if he was feeling bashful about the whole thing. “You first… mommy.” His tone was almost mocking, making you narrow your eyes at him.
“I see, someone wants to be punished. But that’s fine, because we’ve got all night.” You smirked at him. Any bit of his sweet girlfriend disappeared behind your dark eyes. He knew right then and there that he was indeed in for a long night.
FIN
A.N: Please leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.
Synopsis: After a successful cooking class, you book another night with the brilliant and handsome man that taught the class. Only to find out you booked the wrong Chef Lee.
A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. This was barely proofread, please disregard the mistakes.
Word Count: 3,000 + [~13 minute reading time]
Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. NSFW warnings are under the cut.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
Warnings⚠️: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Unprotected sex [please wrap it before you tap it. This is fiction, and I control the narrative. Real life is scary, so please be safe], creampie, oral (male and female receiving), anal play, food play (please let me know if I missed any)
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Being single sucked. Especially when it comes to eating meals. That being said, single and lazy just didn't mix well. You dreaded making meals for yourself, but your pockets told you needed to. So when your friend invited you to a cooking class with the world-renowned chef Lee, you were ecstatic. The class lasted about three hours from start to finish. There was wine and food, and chef Felix was one of the most beautiful men you'd ever laid eyes on. Well, at least in your opinion, he was. Your Saturday night was almost complete. Almost. Being single really, really sucked.
By the time you left, you were tipsy, full of good food, and a little wet from your interactions with the sexy deep voiced chef. He had such a pretty smile and beautiful freckles littering his face like stars. You were completely taken by him. The rest of your weekend seemed to fly by without a hitch. So, by Monday morning, you were ready to sign up for a private lesson with the chef. Your friend told you the company she went through for the lessons and the rest was history.
The next week seemed to creep by. It usually does when you are excited for something. By the time Friday came along, you couldn't wait to get out of work and get home, practically speeding on your way there. You got ready for your lesson, took a shower, and put on a date night outfit that you had stored away since you learned long ago that the dating pool was trash. You waited patiently for eight to roll around so you could see chef Felix again.
When the buzzer rang to let you know someone wanted to come up, you quickly rushed over and rang them up. You rubbed your nervous hands on your skirt as you waited for your bell to ring. When it finally did, you inhaled a quick breath before opening the door. With a wide smile on your face, you spoke, “Hi I'm Y/n-- wait- you aren't Felix.” The smile quickly slid off your face as you examined the young man in front of you.
He had soft brown hair, downturned pouty lips that resmbled a cat, and very hard to miss bunny teeth that you noticed as he smiled. He was taller than you , though you wouldn't say he was a giant, nowhere near it, really. He had on a gray sweater with cute little geometric patterns all over it and dark denim jeans. He had a large canvas bag full of groceries in one hand while the other gripped what seemed like an apron.
“Sorry to disappoint you.” He flashed you a mischievous smirk. You could tell something more was behind it. “I’m the head chef, Minho. Chef Lee Minho. Felix is my sous chef. He took over classes while I was away in France on business. I can't promise to offer the same experience since we are two totally different chefs, with different styles. But I promise to make it worth your while.” How could you say no to that? His dazzling smile was very convincing, and it's a part of the reason you let him in. you stepped back and widened the door a little more for him to come in.
“You have a beautiful home.” Minho complimented as he took a look around your downtown apartment. It had a rustic and industrial charm to it with its exposed brick and high ceilings. It was a nice apartment, especially considering you had gotten it for dirt cheap.
“Uh.. thanks.” You clapped your hands to draw his attention away from your bare walls - your apartment desperately needed decor. But you didn't have the time to do all of that. “Shall we get to cooking?” you asked and pointed to your nearly spotless kitchen. He followed you to it and put down his bag. You both washed your hands first, and he helped you with an apron that came free of charge when you purchased a class. Once you were prepped and ready, you got started.
It started off slow. He explained the menu and told you a little about his background. He was from Korea but studied in Japan before traveling to different Asian countries to learn different cuisines. He moved back to Korea and started training under Chef Baek Jong-won, one of the most renowned chefs in Korea. Then he became head chef at one of the oldest restaurants in Seoul before opening his own restaurant that now sits at one Michelin star. “So how about we start with green curry, then stir fried glass noodles with vegetables for an entree, and coconut custard filled donuts with a frosted pineapple drizzle for dessert?”
You honestly thought all that sounded a little complicated for someone who admitted to being lazy when it came to cooking, but it also all sounded incredibly delicious. “Sounds delicious.”
He was surprisingly easy to work with. He explained why he did the things he did and helped to customize them for everyday life. He stood to the side of you, his body touching your side ever so lightly as he guided your hand. You could feel his breath on your as he concentrated on the task at hand. You tried to swallow the thoughts that plagued your mind, like how good he smelled or how nice his hand felt on top of yours. your mind even dove as deep as your imagining his pretty face between your legs.
You let out a shaky moan as your mind slowly delved deeper into the abyss. “Are you okay?” He pulled away slightly to look over your face from the side.
“Y-yeah, it just smells so good.” He smiled and let out a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe he had made you uncomfortable by being too close. To make the atmosphere a little lighter, he asked if he could play a little music in the background. You agreed, hoping the music would help you take your mind off things. He synced his phone with your Bluetooth speakers, and Club boynnd's “naturally” softly started to flow from them.
He moved back to your side and reached for the spoon, his hand landing on top of yours once again. “Want to taste?” His voice sounded so smooth as he asked. Of course, you nodded, absentmindedly pressing your thighs together. He let you taste the chocolate you'd melted. He smeared the warm chocolate across your bottom lip, and your tongue almost instantly darted out to taste it. Your eyes met as you took your bottom lip into your mouth. You tasted the slightly sweet yet bitterly sticky substance on your tongue.
“It's delicious, chef.” It was like your eyes were locked in a battle, waiting to see who would cave for the other, first.
“May I taste it too?” You nodded, unsure of what move he was going to make. With the same spoon, he dipped it back into the chocolate, smearing it on your lips once again. He searched your eyes for affirmation, and you nodded.
It was like a switch went off. The next thing you knew, you were sitting on the counter, trapped between his strong veiny arms. His lips were on your, savoring the remnants of chocolate that resided on your lips. Your arms rested on his shoulders as your fingers found refuge in his soft hair.
Your tasks had soon been forgotten about as you passionately made out in your kitchen. The song switched to Kelela’s “Blue Light”, but neither of you could hear a thing at the moment. He pulled back and took your hand in his. He isolated your index finger, making it stand alone. He dipped that finger into the chocolate and put it into his mouth. He took it on, sucking every last bit off your finger. “Delicious.”
The way he looked at you as he said it made your womanhood ache with need. He pulled you down off the counter, turning you around, fingers moving up your back, signaling for you to bend over. He moved back briefly to turn off the burners on the stove. The last thing he wanted to do was burn down your kitchen. He was back behind you in no time, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he leaned forward. “I just wanted to let you know that I enjoy eating just as much as I enjoy cooking.” He let out a short, humorous, puff of air.
With that said, he pressed his lips to your slightly exposed neck, nipping that skin and leaving tiny marks. First, it was the apron, the strings untied, the fabric falling right to the floor. His fingers trailed under your shirt, pushing the fabric up. He wanted it off, and you took the hint, pulling the clothing up and off, tossing it on the floor. He trailed kisses down your back, letting his agile fingers work on removing your bra. The straps fell, but with your arms on the counter, the bra partially stayed in place. Next was your skirt, which he didn't bother unzipping.
He rolled your tight skirt down under your ass, relishing in the sight and his recent accomplishment. He licked his lips, his hands rolling over your skin. He tugged your panties and your skirt all the way down and crouched down behind your. “Wow..” You looked back to see what he was doing, only to feel his warm hand spreading your cheeks. “Fuck… I can't wait to taste you.” And that he did. He leaned in and bit your ass softly, not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to mark your gasp at his actions. His tongue traced the indents his teeth left before you pressed a chaste kiss to it. His breath was hot on your entrance as he moved his attention to your waiting pussy. “I guess someone is a little turned on.”
You chuckled lightly at his accusation. “Says the one who was all in my personal bubble. It's hard not to feel something when a man as sexy as yourself is that close.” You admitted not knowing what had come over your. Nothing was said on his end as he dug into his meal. He dipped his tongue into your entrance just to pull it back, a trail of your wetness following the pink muscle. He wanted to just taste your first. His tongue slipped back in his mouth, and he grunted.
“You taste amazing.” He went back for a second helping trailing his tongue from your clit all the way to your asshole and back again. you lived alone, there was no need for you to conceal the way he was making you feel. Your voice bounced off the open walls of your kitchen and living area, mingling with the music. He pulled away just before you came, much to your disappointment.
“Maybe I should make things a little sweeter. Turn around for me.” You almost questioned what he meant by that only to remember this was a kitchen, and he was a chef. This was his playground. He stood to his feet and grabbed the spoon for the chocolate, raking a hefty amount into it and smearing it over your breast and down your stomach.
Next came the cinnamon sugar that he carefully sprinkled over it. He stood back, admiring his work before nodding at the final project. “Now all that's left to do is eat.” He smirked as he moved closer, his body trapping you against the counter again. He left kisses from your mouth to your chest, where he started to lick the chocolate, cinnamon-sugar from your skin. He sucked on your nipples making sure not a bit of the sugary concoction was left.
He nibbled and licked his way down your stomach until he was face to face with your womanhood. He lifted your leg and put it over his shoulder before his face was back between your legs, helping you to reach the orgasm you missed out on before. Your fingers were tangled in his brown hair, tugging on the tresses hard as you came. Your legs shook and almost gave out, but thanks to his grip on your thigh and the counter, you stayed in place. “I could eat out every day with you.” He said as he pulled away, his mouth a glistening mess from his meal. He put your leg down and guided you down to the floor where he was.
He moved in for a sloppy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away to discard his apron and his almost suffocatingly hot sweater. You were presently surprised by how well built he was. With his apparent affinity for sweets and the handsome yet cat-like face he sported, you didn't expect him to look like that at all under all that clothing. Even the scar on his stomach was something to be admired. He noticed you staring, so he lifted your chin with his index finger. “Enjoying the view?” You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. you were thirsty and would willingly admit it.
“Let's not stare too long, I still have things I want to do to you.” Your heart was racing from his words. “Would you like a taste before I start the next course?” He tilted his head down and looked at you through his damp bangs. It was hot in the kitchen even with the burners off.
You pretended to think about it, already knowing your answer. “I'd love to taste,” he grabbed the bowl from the counter while still on his knees.
“Have at it.'' You weren't a skilled chef, but you are good with your mouth. Before you even touched the chocolate, you made sure his pants and boxers were discarded.
It was your turn to be in awe once again. How were you this blessed to have a man ready to fuck you, who not only had a gifted tongue but a gorgeous cock as well? You wasted no time. The angry veins and the fact that his member was at attention for you made you even more eager to have him in your mouth. You dipped your fingers in the chocolate and painted a few stripes on the shaft of his cock before licking it off and taking him into your mouth. His hand rested on the patch of hair right above your neck as he gently guided your head up and down his length.
You were amazing. It took every bit of him not to cum in your mouth. Your hands worked on his balls for added pleasure, your tongue twisted around the tip every time you pulled back. His eyes were rolled back, it was his turn to groan along with the music. You pulled away, a hand twisting around the shaft of his member. “Cum for me.” you stuck out your tongue, rubbing the underside of his tip over your wet muscle. His eyes closed, his hand gripping the back of your head as he released into your mouth. you let the liquid dripped from your tongue and down your chin. You only managed to get a little of it down.
“Fuck..” He was spent but his stamina was no joke at all. Plus he was enjoying how sexy you looked under the overhead potlights. your skin glistened with sweat and he could smell your sex as he still had spots of your wetness on his face. “How does it taste?” Your tongue darted out to lick up the mess on your chin and he used his thumb to rake up what was left. You sucked on his thumb, letting it go with a pop.
“I need to be inside you now. Like, right now.” He stood and helped you up. He bent you over the counter once more. To him, you were so fucking sexy it wasn't hard for him to get hard again, seeing that he was already semi-erect. He fluffed himself, his eyes transfixed on the view of your ass and glistening pussy on display. You were bent over just waiting for him to completely devour you.
That alone was enough to get himself hard again. Lifting one leg and letting it rest on the surface. He slid in your wet entrance, your walls wrapping around his member, squeezing it. He gripped your ass cheeks as he slowly started to pound into you, not even concerned if you adjusted to him or not. His member slid in and out of your creamy wetness as you screamed his name over and over. You loved how he filled you up. You couldn't get enough of how good he felt.
Sweat beads rolled down his cheeks. It felt like a sauna in the kitchen, even if it was an open space. But that didn't deter him at all. He had a goal in mind. He wanted to see his cum drip from your cunt. Just the thought causes his member to twitch inside of you. One hand wrapped around your throat as the of his thumb readied to slide into your asshole. He let spit drip from his mouth and used it as a lubricant. He rubbed his thumb over the hole before sliding it in and bending it as he fucked your. You choked out a moan.
So, that was the kind of man he was? Your eyes rolled back as he pulled his thumb out to slide it right back in. You knew you wanted to fuck Chef Lee, you just weren't expecting it to be a completely different one from the other night. But you weren't complaining. The gorgeous man who was currently drilling you into oblivion was perfectly fine to you.
His fingers tapped on your throat, “Cum for me, Y/n. Cum on this dick so I can cum inside of you.” You let out a euphoric sigh, your hand gripping at his wrist. your walls convulsed, squeezing and hugging his cock as you came for him like he asked. He grunted feeling just how tight you had gotten. His thumb slipped in a little more as his pace picked up. your leg shook, his pace sending you straight towards the edge of your third orgasm.
He snapped his hips into you a few more times before his seed glazed your walls as if they were the dessert he described earlier in the evening. He pushed in before pulling back. He pulled his thumb out of your ass, watching it slowly go back to its original tight ‘o’. He spread your cheeks and looked at the white substance that peeked out of your hole. Satisfied with his work, he took a seat on the floor as you slid to your knees, still gripping the counter. His cum slid out your cunt due to the awkward position you were sitting in, which caused him to chuckle.
“Looks like we have a mess to clean up.” He said speaking of the disaster zone your kitchen had become. There was chocolate on your rugs and smeared on the cabinets and cum and spit on the floor in multiple spots from your messy blowjob and his cream pie. There was a buzzing noise as your little robot vacuum made its way into the kitchen for its scheduled cleaning. There was silence between you both as you watched it work before they burst out laughing. This was a cooking lesson neither of you would forget.
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Synopsis: Considered one of the most exclusive clubs in Seoul, some place only the elite are privy to. Hyunjin, one of the top members of the club, has a chance meeting with someone from his past.
Genre: [Eventual] Smut, Acquaintances to lovers
Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. ⚠️ NSFW warnings are under the cut.
Word Count: 7,000+ [Reading time: ~32 minutes]
MINORS DNI
There was no name above the door, just a red, neon, bar of light. Two huge guards were posted out front, and anyone curious enough to try and enter without an invitation might meet their wrath. No one went in without an invitation.
There were rumors around town about the people who frequented this place, but no one knew what it really was or how it came to be. Politicians, all types of celebrities, the filthy rich, they all were clientele of this unknown place, but no one was ever lucky enough to catch a glimpse of anyone coming in or going out.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.
NSFW Warnings⚠️: Model!Hyunjin, Dancer!Reader, Mentions of orgies, mentions of bdsm, slight alcohol usage, mentions of being high and drunk (neither of them are actually intoxicated), dry humping, mentions of exhibitionism, slight impact play (just a couple butt smacks, nothing crazy), fingering (not really), Reader is implied to curvier
A.N: Multiple POV changes (usually indicated by a *)
Chapter One: Sight
He watched as bodies gyrated against others, hands touched bare skin, lips crashed against one another. He sat, legs spread, the first few buttons of his silk shirt undone, his body relaxed against the black, velvet cushions on the couch.
The energy was electric and contagious, there was nothing like the view from the owner's suite. He could hear the moans and groans of his friend who were scattered around the room. Many of them were indistinguishable from whatever body they were pleasing or being pleased by.
There had been many who propositioned him, but he seemed to turn down every single last attempt. He was looking for something special. What that was, though, he probably couldn’t articulate, but he knew it wasn’t what was being offered.
Plus, he could get his dick wet anywhere. It didn't need to be here. He closed his eyes, just taking in the atmosphere. He could hear the soft moans of pleasure that were masked under the sensual music being played throughout the club. The room should have reaked pure sex, but the scent being copiously pumped through the ac covered almost all of it.
He wanted to partake, that was his reason for coming here in the first place. But when it came to things of an intimate nature he just couldn’t give himself to anyone. Not when he knew that someone was out there that was made just for him. His perfect partner. His soul mate.
He was a private man, and although this place was not only discrete, but secure, he didn’t want to just fuck anybody. His morals wouldn’t let him go completely wild the way he wanted to. He was a hopelessly hopeless romantic.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his hands over his trousers. He longed to feel the soft touch of a woman, to hear her purr in his ear as he pleasured her. Just the thought had him straining against his pants.
The music shifted, making him stir. He sat up and the lights changed, the warm hue of the room becoming cold as the light turned down on the stage below.
Some eyes turned towards the stage, at least the ones that weren’t focused so much on a partner or party. The curtains slid open, revealing a lone pole in the center of the stage. His brow twitched as his interests peaked.
He had been fortunate to travel the world and experience many things, but one thing he secretly loved was going to burlesque and strip shows, just to see how they varied from place to place.
There was no intro or announcement, the seemingly young woman just sauntered onto the stage, dragging a long, tulle and fur lined robe behind her. He put his hand up, letting the waiter know to bring him another drink, but he didn’t take his eyes off the stage.
She dropped the robe to reveal the intricately detailed lingerie she had underneath. The nude panels on her panties were trimmed with black lace, the lace garters kept her stockings high.
He trailed down her legs to notice how her stocking gripped her thighs. The six inch heels she had on her feet, giving her the illusion of legs that went onnfor days. Every single thing was in place, every detail looked perfect on her. He leaned forward in his seat, his elbows now on his knees. His long fingers were clasped together as he leaned his chin on the back of his hands; she had all of his attention now.
She grabbed the pole and walked around it, a small smile on her face. That smile sparked a small glimpse of a memory, he had seen this woman before. His brows knit together as he tried his best to figure out where, exactly. There was something that stuck out to him about her, her unwavering confidence. She'd had it since she walked out in stage.
As she started to dance, he started to narrow it down. He had seen a veriation of these moves before. “I can’t believe they got her to come from France for this. Amazing, isn’t she?” The waiter complimented as he sat the drink down in front of the man who seemed to be in awe of the dancer. That's when it dawned on him.
How could he forget? He had met her once before after her burlesque show in France. It stuck out to him because she wasn’t from there and her French wasn’t that good, to put it kindly. But she was a brilliant preformer. Plus her beauty was unmatched, and he had been in the company of sought-after models at the time. She put them to shame.
He put his drink to his lips as a smile formed. He didn’t think it was possible, she looked even better than she did a few years ago. She had filled out a little more and had a healthy weight and glow on her. She wore the clothes now, they no longer wore her. She stuck out now in the best way possible. She was a star then, but now she was the sun.
He kept his eyes on her, they hadn’t left her since she went on stage. She climbed the pole then pushed her legs out diagonal to it, before splitting them into a ‘v’. Her mouth was agape, face and body oozing sensuality and confidence. He couldn't look away, even if he wanted to.
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You could feel the burning stare of someone in the crowd, but that was something you had gotten used to over the years. The thing was, you just couldn’t pinpoint where exactly the stare was coming from. You held the pole as you rolled your body down, free hand traveling down your torso to settle over your heat.
Looking out over the piles of people having a go at pleasing each other, but most seemed too preoccupied to notice little old you. You continued on with the routine, climbing the pole once again to do an aeriel invert, the pole turning, helping you with your search.
The hairs on your right arm stood up. The stare seemed to be coming from that side of the room. At least someone was paying attention. Sliding down and off the pole, you crawled on the floor towards that side to get a better look, but still couldn’t see anyone who was looking hard enough to where you could feel their eyes on you.
You shook it off, you didn’t have time to wonder, you were there for work after all. You gave a nod to your manager who stood at the side of the stage, letting her know you were ready for the next prop. Just like that the stage crew was closing the curtain to reset the stage and pull out your next prop.
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His body went cold, his face stiffened in panic. Was that it? He sighed, sitting back in his seat, disappointed. He was hoping he could see more of her, seeing that it had been a while since he had last been graced by her impeccable stage presence. She was more than okay for a newbie back then. But by the looks of it, she had trained over the last few years. She deserved to be praised for her performance, awarded even.
He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the few strands that feel out of place, back. He hadn't even noticed how hard he had become, he was distracted. He ran his hand over the bulge in his pants, she was having an effect on him and she hadn’t even done that much. If only he could have seen her up close.
The annoyance had set it. He wanted- no he needed to see more. The room had become dry to him. The girl just a few steps away from him who was enjoying his friend, her moans had become irksome when just a few minutes ago he seemed to enjoy them. He got up, fixing himself to try and hide the very obvious bunching in his trousers.
Just as he was about to go relieve his current affliction, the curtains opened again. He opted to stay standing, making his way towards the large, tinted, picture window that framed the owners suite. He leaned an arm against it as he peered down towards the stage. There she was again, this time in a change of outfit. The lights showered her in their glow, making her encrusted bodice and the copious amounts of body glitter on her sparkle.
The little flecks of iridescent blue and gold went perfectly with the cream colored corset. Her skirt was made of ostrich feathers and didn’t go any further than the tops of her thighs. She was perched in the center of a glimmering, gold, crescent moon that hung from the catwalk above. It was situated in a pool of aqua blue liquid that also seemed to sparkle a bit too.
Once again he found himself to be entranced by her. Pulled in by her presence. She began by dipping her pointed toes in the liquid, flicking it towards the side of the stage. That same leg pointed out towards the crowd as she turned her body with it.
When her body faced outwards, she dipped both feet in before kicking her legs into full split, water splashing everywhere. He watched with laser focus, as if trying to commit the routine to memory.
She splashed back and forth through the water until she was completely soaked. She shed bits of her costume throughout the performance and now she was down to her corset and thong. It was close to the climax of the act, she had few more moves before she could finally retire for the night.
She sat on the crescent, hands on the pull away part of the corset, sitting mermaid style. She waited a beat before she pulled, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples were covered by pasties made of the same jewels as her corset.
She dipped her body into the water, and came up slow, her body glistening with what could now be seen as glitter from the water as larger chunks of it rained from the sky. She raised both her hands above her head as she posed, the song ended just on time.
She got a few claps from the ones who just so happened to be paying attention, but the reaction was disheartening to say the least. She kept a smile on, despite feeling a little down that only a handful of people really paid attention.
Once the curtain closed her hands fell along with her smile. “Good job.” Her manager clapped as she walked up to help her out the pool. She tucked her tablet under her arm as she extended her hand.
“Oh please, Jinee. Save that for the six people who watched. The rest of the room didn’t even know I was there.” The hurt could be heard in her voice as she stepped down. A robe was quickly thrown over her shoulders to aid her in drying off.
“Six and a half, I saw a guy only half paying attention while he was giving head, if that counts.” The preformer groaned, walking away from the other woman. “I was joking! It was a joke.” Jinee called after her, only for it to fall on deaf ears.
Chapter Two: Opulent
The hustle and bustle backstage made you stop in your tracks. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no one who looked remotely like you back there, you would have forgotten you weren't back home in France. “Where are we going again?”
Jinee perked up, “To the dressing room, then to the owners box. Someone up there was so awed by your performance that they wanted to meet you.” She plastered on a big smile.
“I was hoping to go back to the hotel-”
Jinee waved you off, “You will, don’t worry. We just need to say a quick ‘hello’, let them praise you for your great show and then we are out of here. Okay?” Jinee nodded hoping it would get the you to go along with her plan.
“Fine. But I will walk out if we aren’t out of here in thirty.”
Your manager gave you a thumbs up. “You got it dude.”
Jinee was a liar. As soon as you both got back to the dressing room she handed you the lingerie from earlier and told you to put it on, heels and all. If it wasn’t for the room being the size of a child's shoebox, you were sure you would have fought her right then and there.
She thankfully gave you time to de-glitter your body and take a shower. You put in you best efforts to stall for time, really dreading having to mingle, keeping up your fake persona after putting on a severely overlooked performance. You reapplied your makeup and blew dry and fixed your hair, leaving it down. You were far too tired to try and tackle that task. At least you'd look the part even if you didn't feel like playing it.
Now you were standing outside the double doors of the Owners suite. The tall wooden doors had ornate gold details all over it, the knobs also had the golden detail on it and looked as if it’d take two hands to open. A large guard stood next to it, stone faced. He towered over you two, but that didn’t scare Jinee one bit. She wasn’t one to scare easily.
She was impatient, tapping her foot, arms crossed over her chest. She just wanted to get this over with. Jinee spoke in Korean to the guard and all he did was simply move to the side and open the door for them. “Enjoy.” He spoke in plain English making the manager scoff and deadpan.
“Well to hell with my Korean, hm? He made me pull out my rusty skills for him to speak English? Not fair.” She pouted, causing you to chuckle.
“Your face was priceless though. When that realization hit….” She laughed a little harder, not noticing your words trail off. She nearly bumped into as you stopped abruptly.
The lounge for the owners suite was glamorous. The flooring was a cream color with big black diamonds that had smaller diamonds inside of them. The walls had a matte black wainscoting with little flecks of gold glitter in it. The sofas were a plush, tufted, black velvet, decorated with fluffy cream colored pillows. Larger pillows were strewn across the floor for use if anyone needed them.
There were rounded, gold, and black chandeliers that hung from the ceiling with crystals that seemed to float from the ends. The bar had a golden glow to it, it seemed to be lined with lights that popped off the black surface. Even the shelves that were lined with bottles seemed expensive with its golden accents.
The room reeked of sex, opulence, and hotel grade scenting being pumped into the large space. “Oh sweet baby Jesus…” Jinee grabbed your hand as she tried to contain her very obvious shock. There was an orgy taking place in the middle of the room. But this was nothing like the one outside. There was a girl suspended from the ceiling in the middle of it, spread wide, gagged and bound while countless others ravaged her exposed body. Hands, mouths, other apengades, and tongues everywhere.
This was where you were assuming all of the top stars were.
You looked to your friend in complete and utter shock. Jinee, who was born in the states, was just as shocked about these findings as you were. Though she frequented her parents' home country a lot as a child, her Korean being barely conversational, she could still recognize a few of the faces in the room. “What the actual fuck, Kim Jinee?” Your eyes were wide, even Jinee didn’t know exactly how to respond.
Downstairs seemed tame in comparison.
This was beyond a culture shock, this was something new and entirely different. All you could do was shake your head while trying to back out of the room. But your manager held your hand tightly while shaking her head wildly. “We-we can’t go yet. Let's just meet him and get-” She stopped mid sentence as a hand snaked around her shoulder.
“I’ve never seen you-” The man hiccupped, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. Jinee looked as if she would vomit. He leaned his full weight on the small girl, lips and tongue already on her neck, her eyes cried out for help. You were frozen in fear for your friend, grip on her hand tightening as you were about to pull her away. You had to escape.
“Leave.” As she was just about to be pulled away from you, an almost light, honeyed voice interrupted. The man seemed to quickly sober up as he bowed quickly, running away as if he had seen a ghost.
You caught your friend as her knees buckled. Jinee was shaking, she had never been approached that aggressively. “Thank you.” You spoke for your friend as she composed herself. He nodded and lifted his hand, it honestly looked as if someone emerged from the shadows. He spoke something to them in hushed Korean tones and they nodded.
“She is going to take your friend and help her calm down.” Before you could protest Jinee was being whisked off by the lady in black, her hand being pulled from your grip. “Wa-” You spoke, but it was too late.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?” Your friend had just been assaulted by bad breath and aggressive, non-consensual behavior, and you were supposed to just let her be?
“She’ll be taken care of, I promise.”
“I-I’m sorry- but sir, I don’t know you or the person who just took her away. I would like to have my friend back so we can leave as soon as possible, thank you.” You huffed, but it only garnered an open-mouthed smirk from the man, the tip of his tongue jutting out between hip lips.
You were so flustered by the events and environment, that you hadn’t even had a chance to look at the stranger who possibly saved your friend's life. Because whether or not he saved her had still had yet to be determined, in your mind.
“Hyunjin.” He spoke, just loud enough for you to hear.
“Hyun- what? What is that?” You were desperately looking around to see if anyone else was hiding in the shadows, but it was purposely dark in the room. Self consciously holding yourself, making yourself small as to not be noticed by anyone. One small personal space violation was enough for one night.
“My name, it’s Hyunjin. So, now you know me.”
You stopped your search to look at him, “Like hell I do. All that means is that I know your name. That's all.”
His smile grew, “Tell me your name and It’ll make it even.”
Your eyes were back to wandering the room. They lit up as you spotted her friend who was being given water and a place to sit. “De la Rue. Rosalie De la Rue” You spoke without putting much thought into it. This was work, so why not use your stage name?
“Your real name.”
You sighed, ignoring him. “Thank you for your kindness.” That was one of the few things Jinee had taught you to say in Korean, other than a few quick phrases like ‘Where is the bathroom?’, ‘Is this spicy?’ or 'I'm not a prostitute.' Which you needed more often than not.
You were about to leave him standing there when he spoke again, “Didn’t you both come up here for a reason?” You paused at his inquiry, closing your eyes and sighing. Fuck. You thought before turning on your heels.
“You wouldn’t happen to know who called for us, would you?” The corners of your lips curled up as you tried to smile, despite feeling your agitation beginning to increase.
He nodded, sly smirk curling at the corners of his mouth, that damned tongue poking out once again. “I did.”
Your shoulders slumped ever so lightly before straightening out your posture. You regained your composure and put a smile on your face. Performance mode was activated. “I’m so sorry if I came off as rude, sir. I’m just worried about my friend. You understand, right?” You stepped a little closer to him, placing a hand on his bicep. “It’s nice to meet you Hyunjin.”
You extended your other hand to him, only for him to take it and gently kiss the back of it. "Though it may be a pleasure, this isn't our first encounter… Rosalie." You tilted your head, confusion written all over your face.
"It isn't?" You finally took the chance to study his face, only having gotten glances before. He looked as if he stepped right out of some josei manga. Almost princely in a way. Too pretty to be real.
His brows were slightly square but curved and tapered at the end, manicured to fit his face perfectly. His eyes initially came off as cold and sharp, but the longer you looked the more you noticed how they sparkled with warmth, giving the impression that underneath it all, he was kind.
He had a beautifully shaped face, with soft but sharp features. His nose bridge was elevated, something that many people wish they had. His lips were undeniably kissable, pouty and smooth. Perfect. His hair was long and full, it seemed to shine even under the purposely dark lighting of the room.
You'd remember this face if you saw it. "I looked a bit different then. Much skinnier, but my face was fuller, shorter hair…" He trailed off, leaving you to think about it. The image of this lanky model popped into your mind. You met him backstage when you were just apart of an opening act. But it couldn’t be. Could it?
"The model… Chloe's model friend?"
His lip twitched and pulled into a smirk, "So you do remember." You could hear the relief in his voice.
It all came flooding back to you. "Oh wow you do look…" Your eyes scanned over his body. His chest was out from the buttons he had undone. The thin silver chain on his neck glistened under the dim, amber lighting.
The silk shirt he wore hung slightly at the back and sides while the front was tucked into his pants, despite being slightly unbuttoned at the top and bottom. It had a silky, crocodile-like material, and even in this dim light you could make out the defined abs he had beneath it.
Your eyes traveled down his long legs adorned by black slacks, to his bare ankles, and most notably his Versace derby shoes. You chuckled, he had changed quite a bit from what you could remember. Especially his style. Though his looks had always been striking, he definitely stuck out more now than he did then.
“....Different… “ You nodded, realizing that you’d been staring for way too long. He studied your face, your eyes darted around, looking any way but in his direction.
“I hope that different is a good different…”
Your eyes finally settled on his, but you quickly looked away. “Yeah..most.. definitely.”
You swallowed hard, so hard that even with all the sounds that were going around in the room it could still be heard. He leaned in close as if he was going to reveal a secret. His scent encapsulated you, the warm, vanilla and rose scent danced its way into your nostrils. You let out a soft moan, almost incapable of holding it back.
He chuckled lightly, “Don’t be nervous, just pretend like we're old friends.” His voice seemed sweeter than it already was. Like it was drenched in chocolate and honey, and that confused you. Your senses were already in overload from the things going on that surrounded the both of you. From his scent to his attire that fit his perfect body, to the sound of his voice, it was all sending your mind into overdrive.
“Friends…”
If you knew one thing, you didn’t want any friends that looked like him. That could prove dangerous, for both of you.
Chapter Three: Expectation
“Old friends, seeing that we met years ago at this point.” He nodded, “Unless, you want to remain strangers.” He tilted his head a bit, hair falling in front of his eyes, a small grin on his face, and that stupid tongue of his making itself known. Since you had gotten here, he hadn’t stopped smiling. Something about your presence kept his lips curled up into a smile
“No, no. I could use a friend.” You looked over in the direction Jinee was in, only to see her chatting it up with some random, shredded, shirtless, actor looking guy. You groaned, rolling your eyes. You were never leaving this place.
“Care to sit? It looks like you will be here for a while.” You nodded only to immediately shake your head no.
You leaned in. It was your turn to tell a secret. “People have sex on these couches.” He laughed out loud, causing a few of those people to look at him strangely.
“They do. But not on the one I was sitting on.” He whispered back, sending chills up your spine. He put his hand out for you to take it, and surprisingly, you did. More out of fear of being swept up in all that was going on.
You both took a seat on the couch he had previously occupied. You scooted close unknowingly, just to avoid the scene that was taking place too close to your feet. His arm was on the back of the sofa, legs spread wide but comfortably.
“I sense that you don’t frequent places like this.”
Heat creeped to your cheeks, “Is it that obvious?”
He nodded, “It’s not a bad thing, so don’t worry. You could be like me, frequenting, but not taking part in anything.” Your brows knit into a frown.
“So you watch, but you don’t play…” You looked around, “Are you a masochist? Because that sounds… and looks like torture.” Your eyes darted towards his crotch, just to dart away just as quickly. You caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants and immediately felt embarrassed about it.
“Some days it's bad, some days I’m okay. I was okay today until someone decided to perform.” You looked shocked. At least someone liked your performance. That brought your total up to one person.
“You are great on stage. There is a magnetism about you, I couldn’t look away.” You accidentally looked into his eyes as he spoke. They looked like endless pools of dark, rich coffee. Hypnotizing. You felt like you were trapped in the spider's web, and anything he asked you to do, you'd be compelled to do it.
"Thank you.. is that what you wanted us to come up here for?" Your voice was soft, somewhat nervous. He almost couldn't hear you. But the way he stared intently at your lips helped him to decipher quickly what you were saying.
"No, I wanted to see you up close.” His eyes traveled down your body, then back up again. Taking in every curve and dip of your smooth skin. “To see if you were just as beautiful as I remember.” You swallowed hard yet again, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. “You are. It seemed impossible, but you might be even more captivating now.”
You couldn’t knock the nervous feeling you felt. Your cheeks heated up, and you tried to look away, but it seemed like you were glued in place. You couldn’t run. “Th-thank you.” Your eyes finally peeled away, but they immediately went straight to his crotch once again.
You groaned, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. His voice alone was enough to flood your basement. Him being this complimentary was making things far worse. “Get yourself together, Y/n.”
Your tone was hushed, but his ears perked up at the unknowing admission. “So that’s your name.”
You looked up, not realizing you had said it aloud, “Ah- yeah.” You nodded. You tried your best to keep work and personal life separated. You were Rosalie on stage, and Y/n any other time you weren't working. Which wasn't often these days, you were constantly working.
He couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Y/n.” Your name oozed off his lips like the empitomization of sex. It sounded a lot more erotic than anyone had ever made it sound. “It’s pretty. Fitting.”
You looked away and murmured a big ‘Oh my gosh,’ but turned back to him, trying to make herself seem unphased.
“Thank you. I try to keep up with appearances, so I usually use my stage name in situations like this. But I guess because you're familiar. A friend of a friend of sorts.. I guess it just slipped out…...” You started to ramble, “So yeah, is it hot in here to you?” You reached down to fan yourself with your shirt, forgetting you didn’t have one on. You were sitting here next to this fully clothed man in just your skivvies.
Once again, he waved his hand in the air, and someone appeared, “Ice.” The waitress nodded and quickly went to retrieve what he requested. “Here, let me help.” He leaned in, his scent intoxicating you once more as he gently pulled your hair into a ponytail. He used his free hand to help you fan, not knowing he was the very reason you were hot in the first place.
“That’s sweet of you, thank you.” Your body heated up more from his kind gesture. The waiter came quickly with a cup of ice, handing it to Hyunjin.
“May I?” You seemed apprehensive at first, “I’m just trying to help, I promise.” You took a deep breath and nodded. “Hold this.” He handed you the ponytail of hair he was holding. You regretted the extra long extensions you had gotten.
He put his hand on your shoulder, indicating that he wanted you to turn, you did. He started with your neck, placing a finger where he was going to put it so you wouldn’t be alarmed. The cold ice touched the bare skin of your neck, sending chills down your spine. Your back arched, making you sit up straight, not that you were slouching.
Drips of cool water made their way down your back, getting caught in the lace of your bra. He watched carefully at the way you reacted. They way the little hairs of your neck and arms stood up when your skin came in contact with the frozen cube. The low hums you gave in approval. Even the way you bit your lip to stop any other noises from escaping.
He wondered what you would sound like in the throws of passion. Your little whimpers and moans from your conversation had him on edge. He was trying to keep a cool head about it himself, but you were really making that a hard task for him.
He had become a painter with the frozen water. It was his brush, and you were his canvas. He slid it across your neck, back, and shoulders, watching it quickly melt down your hot skin. He longed to kiss the places he had just touched. A soft hum turned into a moan, his eyes darting to your parted lips. Your eyes were closed as you focused on cooling off.
Your eyes shot open as you felt him blow on your wet skin, yet another moan slipping from your mouth. He fell deaf to the rest of the room. All he could hear was you. Your breaths, moans, whimpers, and even your breathy sighs were all that filled his ears.
The last bit of ice in his hand had all melted away. He traced down your arms with his fingertips, a trail of goosebumps following his every move. “More?” His lips were mere inches from your ear lobe, his voice deep with lust, sounding amplified. You didn’t know what came over you, but you nodded, wanting more of whatever he was willing to give.
He reached for another piece of ice, then pulled you into him. “Let's cool off the front too, yeah?” Your teeth had a tight grip on your bottom lip, and you nodded in agreement to that as well. This block was much bigger. He was thankful for that. Not for his frosty fingertips, but for the fact it would take a little longer to melt.
His fingers wrapped around your neck gently as he leaned your head back on his shoulder. Without a warning, he placed the ice on your collarbone, swiping it from one side and slowly to the other. He watched as the liquid trailed down your buxom bosom and in between the valley of it. Wishing briefly he could be a droplet.
The delicious sound of your moan filled his ears, prompting him to groan in response. He was painfully erect at this point. He needed a release. But that wasn’t going to stop him from making sure you were nice and cool. He had dedicated himself to that task. He once again started to blow on your skin. Watching the way your chest quickly rose and fell.
You sifted, squirming in your seat, pressing your thighs together to get any type of relief you could. You could feel your wetness growing, and it wasn’t from the ice. The stickiness between your legs was making you a tad bit uncomfortable, so you moved a little more to resituate yourself, your hand landing on his muscular thigh.
One would think that by making that mistake, would prompt you to move your hand, but it didn’t. You kept it there, turning your head ever so slightly to look at him through half lidded eyes. He focused on you initially, but his eyes quickly moved to your plump lips, which made him bite down on his own.
“Y/n…” The way he breathed your name made you whimper, “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay-” He could barely get the words out before your lips were on his. You turned your body around and pushed his back against the plush fabric, caught between the arm and the back of the sofa.
Your knee landed between his long legs while your other leg was planted on the floor. One of your hands roamed over his chest, that silky material the only border between your and his hard pecs. “Fuck…” He whispered against your lips, his hands moving up to your waist, pulling you down onto his lap.
He wanted to be a gentleman, but everything in him was screaming for him to take you right there on that couch in front of the whole V.I.P. section, including your little friend. But he also didn’t want this to be some flashy one night stand that you’d have and soon forget about. No, he wanted this to be something you’d reflect on fondly.
You straddled his waist, your hands now in what used to be his perfectly coiffed hair. The heat you felt in your core was growing exponentially between the both of you. You pulled back, biting on his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from his lips. You felt drunk, though you hadn’t had a sip of anything but water in the last few hours.
Was it him that had you feeling intoxicated? Or was it the room and the sexually charged atmosphere? You didn’t know. But it was clear that you needed him tonight. Needed to release all that was pint up since you strolled into this out there club.
Chapter Four: Eyes
You wanted to hear that sound again, the sound of his moan. You settled your hips over his, pressed down, and rolled your hips. Your lips were now on his long, thick neck, kissing and biting, leaving little marks behind.
His hands couldn’t help themselves. They had found their way underneath the straps of your garter belt. He was palming your bottom. He leaned his head back, letting out a loud moan as your hips rolled over his crotch. Any self-restraint he felt was being heavily tested at the moment.
"Damn, I don't think you know how sexy you look when you do that." Hyunjin was a masterpiece in your eyes. There was beauty in everything he did, even moan. Your brow arched as you did it again, just to see if you got a rise out of him. You did. He was reacting to every little thing you did.
It was like an open invitation to nibble on his neck. You leaned in and licked straight down the middle of his neck while your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. You wanted to see more of him, more of his perfect skin.
His mind felt hazy. He felt as if he had been holding his breath all this time, but he finally got a chance to breathe in your heavenly scent. You smelled of raspberry with hints of warm vanilla. Your skin was the softest thing he had ever felt, even softer than some of the most expensive fabrics. You were hot to the touch, your body warming him up with it.
He captured your lips again, waiting to taste you once more. One hand moved to the back of your head and the other to your hip. He guided your movements, needing the right type of friction. He could feel your dampness through the layers of clothes separating you. You were soaked. He groaned again, thinking about your slickness against him.
Just the thought was sending him into a spiral. Your lips moved back down to his neck, nipping at his ivory skin, your nails dragging down his chest and over his abs. Your hands stopped at the waistband of his slacks, a finger sliding over the upper hem of it. “Y/n… are you sure you want to do this here?” Your pupils were blown out. There was no coming back from how high you felt at the moment. You were completely drunk on him. High on lust.
“As good a place as any, right?” You started to unbutton and unzip his pants, “Plus, does it really look like anyone cares about us?” After your performance, you had been conditioned to think that no one was actually concerned about anything other than receiving or giving pleasure. So why would they care about what you were doing to him or vice versa. It didn’t concern anyone but the two of you.
“You’d be surprised.” He grabbed your hands, making you stop, “Let’s go somewhere private.” There was this concern in his voice that made you more agreeable than you would normally be.
“Fine…. since I want to continue this. But, I need to find Jin-.. '' Your eyes landed on your friend who was pint against the wall, getting it from that guy she was tonguing down at the bar. “Yeah, never mind. Let’s go.” She was already partaking in what you hoped you'd get into soon. No need to spoil her fun.
You slid off his lap and stood up. Normally, you had a policy of not going too far from your friends when they met a random person at the club. Fearful that something would happen to your or one of your friends. It was best to stick together. But Jinee was other wise occupied. Plus, there was something about Hyunjin's presence that made you feel secure. Plus, technically, this wasn’t their first encounter, so it should be fine, right?
You'd try and make sure to text her later to let her know you'd left.
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Deep in the heart of one of the most exclusive buildings in Gangnam was a lounge that held the secrets of many of the most influential, powerful, and richest people in Korea. There, hidden behind billowing gold curtains was a door that led down a pathway and into one of the biggest secrets the building had to offer; the location of the secret high flier club.
Y/n hadn’t fully made it out of the long corridor that connected the club to the vip lounge of the apartment building. No, you and Hyunjinwere too engrossed with one another to make another move. Unless said move had to do with your hands on the other's body.
His hands had once again found their way to your ass. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he was so fascinated by it, but he would prematurely say that he loved the way it felt in his hands. He wondered about all the things you liked done to it, if anything at all. He felt a little curious, but he didn’t want to ask, just in case it ruined the mood. He gave it a test smack, watching it jiggle over your shoulder.
You giggled against the skin of his neck. “Having fun?” His cheeks immediately flushed, he quickly hid his shy smile. He had been caught.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Do you…. like that?” You pulled back, away from him.
“Like you getting shy or… having my butt smacked?” His cheeks flushed even more with your words.
“Having your bu- " He shook his head, quickly making the correction, "Having your ass smacked.” He had seen plenty of regular butts. You had an ass. Perfect. Full. Perky.
Your lips curled into a smirk, “You want to find out?”
He groaned, pulling you in by your waist. “I do,” He paused, his hands moving right back to where they rested before. “But first, let’s agree to keep this casual. I know you are only here to visit, and I don’t want either of us to get… caught up.” Meaning, he didn’t want to fall for you, just for you to leave and never come back. You nodded in agreement.
“That’s cool with me. Casual it is.” He kissed your lips to seal the deal, grabbing two handfuls of your butt before smacking both cheeks. You giggled once more, “Can we get to this private place you were talking about? It feels like we are being watched down here.” You had a slight fear of close spaces, and though this was a long corridor, it wasn’t very wide, making you super uncomfortable.
He took your hand and pulled you behind him as you made your way out the doors of the connecting pathway and into the apatment buildings exclusive lounge. There were a few people chatting here and there, but no one of them really seemed to pay either of you any attention as you made your way through. He called for an elevator and pressed you against the sparkling, cream, and gold wall as you waited.
It was something about the way he tilted your head up by lifting your chin with his ring clad index finger. Something about the way his plump lips lingered after giving you a soft kiss on the lips. You nearly missed the ding of the elevator. He picked you up, hands gripping the underside of your thighs. You squealed, quickly adapting and wrapping your arms around his neck.
Your back settled against the cool gold-plated walls. He looked away briefly to press the ‘P’ on the elevator. You stared at the glowing button briefly before being pulled back in for a kiss. How could a model afford the penthouse in this very expensive building? You pondered on whether you needed to make a change in careers, but the thoughts dissipated upon feeling his fingers press against the fabric of your underwear.
You let out a delectable moan that coated his ear drums like honey. There were so many nasty thoughts running through his head about what he wanted to do to you, with your consent, of course. Just pressing his appendage against your soaked panties had him willing to get on his knees in the elevator and taste every drop of your sweetness.
He applied a little more pressure, rubbing his thumb in circles over your hardened bud. He looked back to see what floor they were on, and they were approaching their destination quickly. “How are you so damn wet?” His words came out as a growl. He was trying to keep himself under control, but he wanted you bad.
You snaked your hand down and stroked him through his slacks. “Same reason you’ve been like this all night.” He groaned, leaning his head on your shoulder just in time for the elevator to ding again, indicating you had reached his floor.
He let you down and grabbed your hand once again, leading you into the expansive penthouse. You tried not to be shocked about the view, but the place was beautiful. You could see right across the Han river from where you were standing and you were just in the entrance. Your heels clicked on the marble floors of the entry. The floors and walls all shined brightly of the same gold veining through the cream marble. The chandelier reminded you of the ones in the owners lounge, just on a bigger scale.
Truthfully, a lot of the design aspects of this place reminded you of the owner's lounge. Once you were down the three stairs from the foyer, there was an off-white, almost gray carpet with big black triangles in the center. The couches were stark white with black and white pillows over it. The walls were the same color as the carpet, and there were little black and gold details everywhere.
It was honestly on trend with the club, making you wonder just who he was. He noticed the look on your face, “The same person designed my apartment and the club, if that's what you are wondering.”
You chuckled lightly, “I guess my face said it all, huh?”
He turned to you, your hand still in his. “I have a question for you.” You nodded for him to continue. “Where do you want me to fuck you first?”
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Thanks to @infamouskem for all the help and inspiration. If it wasn’t for you, I'd still be stuck on the fluff part, haha 😄
Synopsis: Considered one of the most exclusive clubs in Seoul, some place only the elite are privy to. Hyunjin, one of the top members of the club, has a chance meeting with someone from his past.
Genre: Smut, Strangers to lovers
Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. ⚠️ NSFW warnings under the cut.
Word Count: 9,000+ {40+ Mintues Reading Time}
Please make sure you read Part 1 HERE
MINORS DNI
There was no name above the door, just a red, neon, bar of light. Two huge guards were posted out front, and anyone curious enough to try and enter without an invitation might meet their wrath. No one went in without an invitation.
There were rumors around town about the people who frequented this place, but no one knew what it really was or how it came to be. Politicians, all types of celebrities, the filthy rich, they all were clientele of this unknown place, but no one was ever lucky enough to catch a glimpse of anyone coming in or going out.
Warnings⚠️: SoftDom!Huunjin, Dancer!Reader, Mentions of orgies, mentions of bdsm, fingering [fem receiving], oral [male and female receiving], foot worship, footjob, spit kink, unprotected sex [piv], cum eating, breeding
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Chapter Five: Heat
Your brows rose at his question. You stepped out of your shoes, just as he did. Living with Jinee for so long had made taking your shoes off at the door second nature. “First?” He nodded, backing you into the full-length mirror that hung on the wall. He towered over you, his hair shading his eyes.
“I hope you didn’t think this would be a one and done situation.” His fingers landed on your hips and danced up, resting on your waist. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t make you crave for more? This has to be a night you won’t forget.” He smirked, tongue poking out the side of his mouth slightly.
His hands moved back down, settling under your butt. He lifted you up, your back now flat against the cold surface. His lips crashed on you in a heated kiss, his hips rolling up into yours. You pulled back, finally ready to answer his question, “How about against this mirror?”
His lips curled into a smile, “If it’s a mirror you want, I’ve got a better one in my room.” He didn’t put you down. He just carried you through the living area and down the hall to his bedroom. He was surprisingly strong for someone so slender.
The light automatically turned on, sensing the movement. It was dimmed, neon, led lights bordering the floorboards and molding. The room had dark walls, but you couldn’t make out the color due to how corpuscular the room was. He placed you on an ottoman that sat in front of the ceiling height tri-fold mirror as he kneeled.
He smirked at how you looked in awe at the fourteen-foot mirror that was also framed in a led light. He took the opportunity to pull your butt off the edge of the seat. You gasped, quickly gripping at the end of the plush, tufted ottoman. He moved your legs to his shoulders. He let off a soft, honey laced chuckle, his breath fanning over your womanhood.
There was this glint in his eyes. His smirk telling of the unspeakable things those lips were about to do to you. He pulled your panties to the side, "So pretty.." Then those perfectly pink lips placed a kiss on your lower lips. He spread them his index and middle, then spit on it, just to watch it trickle and mingle with your wetness.
"I was too shy to admit it back then. But, I wanted you that night when we first met." He licked from your entrance up to your clit. "You're always the most beautiful woman in the room, to me." He placed another kiss on you, this time on your clit. You groaned.
"I guess you didn't know that…." You moaned as he sucked you clit into his mouth. "Th-that Chloe had a crush on you then. She would have murdered me." He chuckled against your skin, still making efforts to make out with your clit. Moving it around like he was speaking to it in code.
His face moved down even further to nip at the junction between your thigh and labia majora. "She had a bigger crush on you than she did me, trust me." He must have loved it messy. He would spit on it just to slurp it right back up. Your pussy was a mess from his labor. He was eating you out for his pleasure, and it showed.
He closed his eyes, savoring your taste, moaning, and grunting because of it. Your head dangled off the back of the ottoman, vision blurry and skewed. His lips and tongue felt amazing on you. You couldn't help but fill the room with your wanton moans. You jolted up when you felt his velvety muscle sink into your cunt.
Your eyes made contact with his as you got comfortable leaning back on your elbows. He had that pretty smirk on his pretty lips once again. His thumb brushed over your clit, making your jump again. He chuckled. This beautiful man between your legs had the nerve to chuckle at your jumpiness. Rude.
He sunk his tongue deeper into you, fucking into you with more intensity. Your fingers laced into his hair, pulling it away from his face. He made the most satisfying noise when your nails scraped his scalp. He picked up his speed. Alternating between pinching and rubbing your clit, tongue still sliding in and out of you.
You could feel your climax on the horizon. That familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, like butterflies violently thrashing around. When he pinched and shook your clit, you saw white. You crashed back down, flat onto the ottoman. Your legs instinctively close around his head, shaking. You let out a moan so loud you scared yourself.
But that didn’t stop you from pushing his face further between your legs to continue the salacious acts he was committing between them. Your grip on his hair tightened as you came around his tongue. He just hummed, content with drowning in you. Suffocating.
He gently rubbed your clit while you came down. Mouth moving to suck and bite, marking the skin of your thighs. You breathlessly laughed. It's funny how you told Jinee that you wanted to be back in the comfort of your hotel room within thirty minutes. But now you were lying here with this beautiful creature's face between your thighs.
"What's so funny, beautiful?" You could feel his smirk against your skin.
"Me wanting to get back.." You took a second to catch your breath, "back to the hotel. Just to end up in your bedroom with your face between my legs. Now that hotel room is the furthest from my mind." He joined you in a chuckle, mouth still stuck to your skin.
You relaxed finally, letting the man out of the death grip your thighs had on his head. Hyunjin tittered as he sat up. His fingers traced the welt of your thigh highs. "Do you know how sexy you look in these?" He dipped his index beneath the fabric just to let it snap back to your thigh.
"They have me conflicted…. To take them off.." He snapped the welt again, "Or not to take them off." You placed a stocking clad foot on the waistband of his slacks, slowly moving it upwards, under his untucked shirt. You paused over his abs, moving it back down to take a second pass over his muscles. He sucked in a sharp breath, his abdomen tightening. You had no idea what you were doing to him, what kind of dirty fantasies were dancing in his mind because of you.
"Is it the stockings you like…" Your foot met the bottom of his peck. You pressed your toes to his nipple, earning a small groan from his pretty mouth. "Or do you have a foot fetish, Hyunjin?" You inquired. He simply grabbed your other foot and pressed it right over his bulge. You got the memo and rubbed against him. You could multitask.
"A little bit of both…" He admitted almost shyly. You grinned. "Maybe… maybe I'll just take one off." He delicately undid the garter clip, letting the elastic snap back. Your foot was still stroking his length through the fabric of his pants, pressing your toes lightly into him. His fingers dipped under the welt of your stocking, pulling it down slowly, making sure to drag his knuckles over every inch of skin.
One harsh tug of your toes over his nipple made him pause. "You are.." he shook his head, "I might be flying too close to the sun with you." Both his member and his nipples were rock-hard courtesy of your actions. He went back to work, pulling your foot away from his crotch. He cupped your calve with one hand and finished pulling the stocking from your feet.
You wiggled, then pointed your toes at him. Your white toenails caught the light, showing off their iridescent topcoat that shifted from blue to purple. He moaned and wasted no time, licking around the biggest digit, then putting your big toe in his mouth. He reached for your hand and placed them on his belt for you to undress him. Since he was otherwise engaged.
Your fingers deftly unbuckled his belt, then his button, and lastly, his zipper. He watched you, his mouth now filled with two of your toes. Once his pants and boxers were pushed down and his cock free, you immediately moved your foot from his chest to press against his member. He groaned, lightly biting your toes and bucking his hips towards you.
"You really do have a foot fetish, huh?" You spread your toes as much as you could in your stockings and rolled your foot from ball to toe against his member, pressing it to his stomach. He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled your toes out of his mouth.
"Knees, now." You giggled but complied. He took a decorative pillow from the bed and tossed it on the floor so your knees wouldn't get sore. He kicked his trousers and boxers off, probably somewhere near your lonely stocking. When he stood in front of you again, you could finally take in his body. Were clothes even needed when it came to this man? He was perfect, quite literally from head to toe.
His cock was even beautiful. Long and slender like him. The shaft and groin were just a hair darker than his skin and it gradated from honey to pink at the tip. There was one prominent vein right down the middle, but it was otherwise a fairly smooth cock. He hooked his index finger under your chin, his thumb brushed over your cheek. You instinctively looked up at him. "Don't look at me like that, beautiful."
"How do you want me to look at you then?" You leaned into his touch. He shook his head, letting it drop again. You really had no clue how hard you were making it for him to keep his promise of keeping all this casual. You were utterly intoxicating. His eyes were closed as he searched inside himself for ways to keep cool.
You wrapped a hand around his cock and tapped it against your tongue. "You like it messy, right?" You spit on his cock, causing him to peel his eyes open. You took the tip into your warm mouth and it seemed as if all the alarm bells went off inside his head. God, you were perfect. Once you started sucking, it took every ounce of Hyunjin's will power not to fuck your face. His hand dropped from your cheek and balled into a fist at his side.
He looked up at the tiny twinkling lights on his ceiling, and it really felt like he was looking at stars. It was fitting since that how you made him feel. Your mouth was so warm and wet around him. You kept your tongue contoured to the underside of his shaft as you hallowed your cheeks, sucking passionately. He didn't dare look at you because if you were looking at him the same way you were earlier, he would surely fall for you.
But you just had to have it your way. You gagged, purposefully letting him hit the back of your throat. He lost all control. He gently grabbed your cheeks, pulling himself from your mouth. "Open that pretty mouth of yours." You did. He leaned in and spit in your mouth. "You tap my thigh if you can't handle it." You nodded, and that was all she wrote.
He slid his member back in your sodden mouth, slowly fucking it at first. Only to pick up his pace when he saw you relax. The way you followed directions, put you at the top of his list for good girls. They didn't get any better than you. Saliva was dripping from the corners of your mouth and down your chest and on to his carpet.
You didn't need instructions to start playing with his balls, and that drove him absolutely insane. You were like the missing puzzle piece for him. He needed this. He needed you. He'd crave you after this. He knew he would. He made the mistake of initiating eye contact, and he knew it was over for him. There could be no one else after you.
The look in your eyes alone was enough to make him blow. He tried to pull back, but you grabbed the back of his thighs, keeping him close as he blew his load. Thick streams of cum coated your throat, but you took it like the good girl he knew you were. He whined loudly, tugging his own hair, back and out of his face. His legs were shaking, body covered in a sheen of sweat.
You released his cock when you made sure you drained him of every last drop. He lowered himself to his knees and pulled you in for one of the most ardent kisses you'd had to date. He could taste himself on your lips, along with the faint traces of your lip balm, remnants still left from hours before. There was just something different about the way he tasted in your mouth compared to anyone else, even himself.
He had one hand on your hip, the other lightly gripping your throat as his kisses moved to your jaw. "I can't wait to fuck you." His voice was laced with lust, deepening it a tad. You whimpered. "I don't like to share. But I'm rethinking not fucking you right then and there in the owners suite. Right in front of Jinee… my friends." He bit the skin of your jaw, leaving a tiny bite mark. You raked your nails down his chest and didn't stop until you got to his thighs.
"I told you it was as good a place as any." He was marking you, leaving traces of himself behind so you wouldn't forget him. Neck, jaw, chest. You'd be bruised for days, well after you left Seoul. Long after, you left the confines of his penthouse apartment. He couldn't help but wonder what'd you would tell your little friend. He smirked against your skin at the thought.
"If I'd known you were such a good girl…" His fingers had long begun to wander and now they were dipping into your cunt. Testing the waters at first. One finger slipped in, Hyunjin let out a breathy moan. While you whined, one hand moving to his shoulder to steady yourself, the other moving to his cock. You thought that after coming as much as he had, that his penis would be flaccid, that was not the case.
He was already back at half mast. "I could have taken you back on the stage and fucked you for everyone to see." He added his second digit, not even needing to wet it, your cunt was still drenched from him eating you out earlier. "Let them see my good girl." He didn't even bother letting you get adjusted to his fingers or his words before he sunk the third in.
Your walls involuntarily contracted around his long, slender digits. You tugged on his cock faster. You attached your mouth to his nipple and the sound he made was indescribable. Incomparable to anything you'd ever heard before. It seemed like he wanted to whine, but tried to hold it back. You bit it in response to his lack of one. He just pushed his fingers as deep into your core as he could.
"Don't play games you can't win, Y/n."
Your mouth fell slack against his peck, languidly licking at his pebbled bud. He cupped your pussy, pressing his palm flat and hard against your clit as he started fucking his fingers into your cunt frantically. There was a wild look of passion in his eyes. He laced his fingers into your hair, tugging it to make you look at him. "Look at you. You can barely take anymore… Be a good girl and cum for me, beautiful."
Your disheveled appearance made him giddy inside. Fucked out and almost in ruins because of him and he hadn't even fucked you yet. Your mouth hung open, hand paused from fluffing his dick. You were leaking, cum coating his fingers, dripping down to his palm and down his wrist, from cumming once more. He kissed you again, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away. "All fours, my love. Right in front of the mirror."
You took a few breaths to regain your composure. But nonetheless, you complied. Once on all fours, you arched your back and looked back at him. "Like this?" He damn near told you he loved you, just from the way you looked at him. Your once put together look, destroyed by his hands. Afraid his words would betray him, he nodded. He gazed at you in the looking glass as you readjusted, arching your back even more. Pressing your chest almost to the floor while you rested on your crossed arms.
The sight was more than he could have asked for. More than he could have ever imagined. Even with his artistic eyes, he couldn't have come up with an image as beautiful. Your ass in the air, sodden panties slid to the side of your sloppily wet pussy, covered in your delicious cream. He ran his hands over your ass, pulling the cheeks apart and sliding his length between them, then pressing the flesh around him. Your wetness was smeared everywhere, which made it easier for him to glide. He was entranced by the view.
Long cock squashed between your ass cheeks. "I almost don't want to return you to your friend…. I want to keep you for myself." Your walls clenched around nothing, but he still felt it. "Is that what you want, beautiful? For me to keep you here?" He let your cheeks go and took the opportunity to press at your entrance. "For me to fuck you forever and always? To fill you up, over and over again?" You whimpered from both his words and the feeling of his tip slowly entering you. "Is that what my good girl wants?"
He sheathed himself into you fully, gliding in easily due to your wetness. He had stretched you perfectly with his fingers. He dug his blunt nails into your ass as your walls surrounded him in warmth. You arched a little more, pressing back into him, drenched pussy begging for more. "Greedy." He pulled out a little and dropped a glob of spit right on his dick before pushing back in. You dug crescent shapes into your palm with how tight of a fist you were making. There was nothing to grab ahold of.
"I wish you could see this." Your ass jiggled with every quick thrust he made. Your pussy had started to cream even more, a little bit of it smudged on his dick after a particularly deep thrust. "Beautiful… that's what this is. You're taking me so well." Your mouth was open, drool dripping down your chin. Your eyes were shut tight, walls involuntarily clenched around him. He felt like he was on the brink of insanity. Like one moan from you would completely send him into a new dimension.
He loved the way your pussy talked to him with each plunge. The way you managed to get wetter. How? He had no clue, but you were dripping for him. He needed you closer. He pushed his hips to be totally flush with yours and you gasped, walls fluttering around him. He tugged you up, hand moving from your arm to your chest the closer you got. Back flush to him, he put his hand on your clit, three fingers rubbing listlessly. The other made its way to your neck, squeezing gently.
"Look at how pretty you look with my hands around your neck." You were fighting the urge not to come again. Biting on your lip to concentrate your efforts anywhere but your pussy. But Hyunjin was so deep, barely pulling out with each thrust. He pressed a kiss to your jaw. Keeping his eyes on you in the mirror. He was drenched in sweat, his hair sticking to his face. He looked like a demon, ravaging some poor pure soul. You didn't look like you could take much more, but he knew you could. Of course his good girl could.
He knew this pussy was made for him the moment he tasted it. His thoughts were confirmed when he slipped inside. He could make you his home, if you let him. He smacked his fingers on your clit and the shock sent your hurtling over the edge. You let out a guttural moan, body attempting to fall forward, but he didn’t relent. He kept you close, fingers sinking into the skin of your neck as you came. "Hyunjin…" Your voice came as a whisper, but it sounded like the sweetest symphony he'd ever heard.
He was close, and if you continued to clench around him like that, you would rip his climax right from him. "Can I cum inside my good girl?" Your eyes had been trained on the floor, too tired to lift them. That was until he asked you such a sinful question. You locked eyes. He was pressing kisses along your neck and jaw, right over the marks he had left there earlier. His hand had moved from your neck to your jaw, thumb rubbing across your lips.
"Please…" He closed his eyes at your words. You were such a good girl for him. Now he was going to get to fill you up, fuck you full of his seed. He pulled out, gently. He watched a little cream drip from your center as he did. He'd most definitely need to clean you up later. He practically ripped your lingerie off your body, needing you to be as bare as he was. For this sinful act to be at its most sacrilegious.
He helped you lay down on your back, parallel to the mirror, so you could see yourself. God, you were a vision. All sprawled out, cunt swollen and slick. Lips puffy from kisses and bits. Completely rumpled from the night's happenings. Sweaty and wet from spit and your cum. He couldn't put a brush to paper to create anything more beautiful than you at this moment.
He settled on his haunches, pulling you slightly onto his lap. He needed the angle. He grabbed your stockingless foot and licked the entire sole before sucking your toes back in his mouth. He rutted against you, his member pushing through your fold just to slip and rub against your clit. You put your hand on top of and nodded, encouraging him to buck his hips against yours. "Are you going to fill me up, Hyune?" He could have honestly blacked out hearing you call him so affectionately. Sinful words falling from your lips and tempting him to indulge in his deepest fantasies.
He whimpered, eyes fluttering closed. He was in heaven. At least he felt like he was. You wrapped your fingers around him and positioned him at your entrance and let him push in. "Fuck, Hyune…. You feel so good…" He groaned again. The sounds your wet cunt were making, you calling his name sweetly. Your pretty toes in his mouth. He wasn't going to last long. He opened his eyes, looking down at you. One hand between your legs, rubbing your clit. Your other hand's fingers were in your mouth being sucked on.
He removed your toes from his mouth, wrapping that leg around him. He leaned in, moving your hand from your mouth for a heated kiss. Kissing was his weakness. He could do that all day. Especially with someone with lips like yours. He was once again so deep he felt like he could pass through you. "Say it again, beautiful. Ask me again…" He whined the words out, lips still pressed to yours.
"Are you going to fill me up, Hyune?"
His brows knit together as he let out a high-pitched moan, hips stuttering, breath hitching. Your toes curled, filling his warm seed spurting inside of you. Your walls fluttered at the sensation, causing a whine to spill from his lips. Lips that he needed to be on yours once more. He pressed his mouth to yours for a torrid kiss. Hips beginning to move again, just to fuck his cum deeper into you, risking overstimulation. But he felt it was necessary to defile your pussy as much as he could.
You raked your fingers through his damp hair. He had finally stopped moving, body still, draped on top of you. His face was buried in your neck as he slowly started to regain his composure. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone. He had one last thing he wanted to do to you. One last thing he needed to do. He moved between your legs and pushed your legs back to make sure he could reach it all. He started your outer labia and worked his way inwards, cleaning you up. You whined, still too sensitive. "Hyune…."
"I know beautiful, I know. Just let me get you cleaned up." You bit down on the back of your hand as a way to ground yourself in this space. When he got to your leaking hole, he dipped his tongue right in it, tasting the concoction both of your arousals had made. It was utterly ambrosial. The best thing he had ever tasted. He scooped the last bit on his pink muscle and moved back up to kiss you. To let you test the Michelin star cream you had created. The kiss was not devoid of lustful zeal. It truly looked as if you couldn't get enough of each other.
Utterly spent, he cradled you in his arms after rolling onto his back. Your eyes had closed long ago, too exhausted to function. He peppered kisses anywhere he could get them. Cheeks, forehead, nose, and not to mention your lips were all claimed by him. Hyunjin decisively maneuvered you to the bed. He made no attempt to pull the sheets of his luxe bed back, figuring your heat combined would keep you both warm all night.
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Chapter Six: Afterglow
"Good morning, Mr. Hwang. It is now eleven am. Your coffee is being brewed, and the curtains are being drawn. The weather is sunny with an expected mild temperature drop in the late afternoon." You stirred hearing the unfamiliar, robotic, female voice. "Your morning playlist is now playing. Have a wonderful day." You rubbed your eyes, the curtains slowly rising, giving you the perfect view clear across the Han river to Seongdeokjeong-gil and its high rises and even beyond to Bukhansan mountain. The view was magnificent. You could see why he would choose to live in such a beautiful place.
You felt warmth around your center, your legs tangled underneath the sheets with someone else's. Everything from the night before flashed before your eyes, bringing heat to your cheeks. Last night was so wonderful you pretty much blacked out from it. You felt him stir behind you. Turning in his arms, you faced his sleepy face.
"Good Mo-" You talked at the same time.
"Good morning, handsome." He chuckled at how you beat him to the punch.
"You know me so well already, huh?" You smiled, pushing a few stray strands of hair from his face.
"I just thought it'd be nice to pay you a compliment since you gave me so much last night." He hummed and placed a kiss on your forehead. He hadn't taken his arms from around you, too comfortable in the little bundle the two of you had made.
"Well.. thank you." He chuckled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. Your eyes shined when you looked at him. At least, that's how he felt. You looked so beautiful, even with the crust in your eyes from sleep and leftover make-up. He had to question himself, though. Maybe he shouldn't have jumped the gun in saying the two of you should keep it casual.
The way you made him feel was far from casual.
"I should.. probably go." You spoke softly but made no move to get up. Didn't even try to muster the strength to untangle yourself from the beautiful man.
"Or… you could stay.." He had a wistful smile on his face, fingers still lingering on your cheek. He didn't want to seem desperate, nor did he want to beg. But he wanted you to stay by his side, even if it was just for a little while longer.
"Is that in the lines of keeping it casual?" You asked just above a whisper. You wanted things to be clear. You wanted to hear the words come from his pretty mouth. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow.
"Don't remind me that I said that." He chuckled, face scrunching up, even though you couldn't see it. "I feel stupid for even thinking about it." His voice was muffled by the pillow, but you somehow understood everything. He turned his face to look at you. "I don't want that… I want to get to know you better, inside and out. I can't be casual with that." He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
"I guess I'm asking if.. you will let me woo you? I can't have you going home thinking that I was just in it for the sex. I need you to know that it was more than that for me." A hopeless romantic at heart, Hyunjin hoped this could lead to something real, something long term. Even if it meant flying back and forth to see you. He was smitten.
It was your turn to hide your face, but yours was from bashfulness and not pure embarrassment. "You need to teach your persuasion tactics to Jinee. She could use them." You joked. But in all seriousness, it felt like he could convince you to go along with anything, and you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
"Will you consider it and…stay with me? I promise I'll get you back to your friend." You believed him. There was just something trustworthy about Hyunjin.
"I'll stay." You nodded, timidly.
You and Hyunjin eventually managed to peel yourself away from one another. You cleaned yourselves up together in his massive all length shower closet. You also coincidentally got yourselves dirty again, speeding a little more than an hour in there together. He offered you a toothbrush from his guest room and even gave you a change of clothes that he ordered while you were sleeping, a dress. You both drank coffee and ate breakfast on one of the three balconies in his apartment.
But it seemed reality had a way of catching back up with you. As much of a fairytale as this was, reality had actually texted you. Hours ago, to be exact. Hyunjin gave you space as you stepped outside and called Jinee, mostly to check and see if she was okay. She sent you one text overnight to say she was fine, asking if you were okay, but that's what made it strange. Jinee sent texts constantly. Even if she was in the room right next to you.
"Hel-"
You cut her off, quickly turning the tables, becoming the friend she usually is. "Kim SooJin, where the hell have you been? Are you okay?"
She laughed into the receiver. "Oof. Not my government name! You really have to stop talking with my mom. You're beginning to sound like her. But, I could ask you the same thing, you know? At least I text."
You couldn't help the smile that spread on your face. "Okay, fine.. You're right. But I'm not used to being the one to check on you."
She hummed, "I saw who you left with last night, and the guy I was with told me who he was. I knew you'd be okay. I mean, unless he was a serial killer, then you'd be out of luck. Because dude is loaded. Plus, I barely speak Korean. How could I put out a police report for a missing person?" She rambled on, causing you to chuckle.
"Calm down, calm down. He took.. very good care of me last night." You could hear her shuffling, seemingly getting close to the phone.
"Did you have sex, Y/n?" She sounded so silly, giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Did you?" She let out a shocked noise at your question.
"I… You have to answer first!" You knew the answer just from her rebuttal.
"I wouldn't describe it like that. But, yes." You covered your face with your free hand as if she could see the abashment from wherever she was.
"Oh my gosh, you're taken with him! I… I never thought I'd see the day." You kept dating at an arm's length. Your career was far more important to you. Most people couldn't understand that, so it'd lead to the end of relationships before they even started.
"I.. guess I am." You quite frankly couldn't believe it yourself. You barely even made friends due to your workaholic nature.
"I could cry, you know? My baby is all grown up -"
You cut her off, "I'm older than you, for one. Second, don't make this a big deal…. But we just agreed to kind of see where things go ...." You could hear her squealing in the background.
"Don't make it a big deal?! Are you kidding me?" She yelled. "When was the last time you were interested in anything but burlesque? That fact that it's a man???? My gosh." She started going off on a tangent in her limited Korean.
"Okay, okay. Let's just talk about this later, okay? I want the scoop on your fling."she giggled, putting on a shy act. You and Jinee chatted for a while longer before deciding to meet back at the hotel later that night. You still had to get back to France before finishing your burlesque tour.
"I can't wait to tell you. I love you girly."
"I love you too. I'll see you later."
After hanging up, you headed back inside. Hyunjin was sitting on the couch, facing the balcony, legs crossed with a sketch pad on his lap. You plopped down curiously next to him. "You sketch?" You looked at the page before he could answer. It was a rough sketch of the side of your face. The way he sketched you made you feel twice as beautiful.
"Sketch, paint, I do some photography here and there, write songs. I like art in most of its forms. It's the main reason you intrigue me so much. You put so much passion into your work. It's beautiful to watch your love for it unfold on stage. I knew it was the love of your life the first time I saw you perform." He continued to sketch as he spoke.
No one had ever noticed how much you loved your craft. How much care you put into every show, every routine. Most had written you off as just a dancer, but you likened yourself to an artist. You put time, money, blood, sweat, and tears into your work. Even letting go of things like friendships and relationships. You loved burlesque and the beauty that went into it.
It's really beautiful, Hyunjin." He grabbed your hand, absentmindedly playing with your fingers. Somehow, easing your mind that you didn’t know was racing.
"Not more beautiful than you." He shook his head. He had a way of making you feel shy and giddy, like you were having a school girl sized crush. "There isn't much in this world that matches your beauty." You hid your face behind his shoulder.
"Stop it." You whined. Your cheeks burning from his compliments.
He put his graphite pencil and sketchbook down on his coffee table and grabbed your hands to make you look at him. "I can't describe how I feel in words. But…" He chewed on his lip in thought. "I know how I feel. I know we don't have much time left, but I'd like to explore with you a little. If you'd let me."
He knew how he felt about you. Your heart could almost soar like he had given it wings, hearing those words. It felt like it was beating out of your chest in anticipation. "I can't describe it either… it's like we just kind of click." He shyly nodded.
"Can I take you to my favorite place?" You nodded slowly, agreeing without a thought. He got up first, then helped you up. "Let me grab a few things, then we can go." Hyunjin disappeared for a few minutes, giving you time to really look at his sketch. It was amazing what he could do in such a short amount of time. Every detail and angle of your face was captured, and he wasn't even done yet. It was as if he had committed your face to memory in the short amount of time you'd been together.
You flipped to the front, scanning through the pages. Each one dated and signed. One dated Feb 9th a few years prior. It was of a dancer with her hand outstretched gracefully. Her head was tilted back, so you couldn't see her face. But it gave you this sense of nostalgia looking at it. "That was the first time I saw you." You jumped, not noticing he'd come back.
"I snuck a photo of you and drew this when I got back to my hotel." You could feel your eyes getting teary. The drawing was absolutely beautiful. And extremely detailed, even down to the faux ostrich feathers on your dress and how they swayed. You put the pad down and walked over to him, tipping up to kiss his lips.
"I… don't think you understand how much that means to me. For you to see me when I was no more than a backup dancer. Just someone among the crowd….to remember me. Thank you, Hyunjin." You kissed him again, this time more passionately. His weakness was kisses. He almost dropped everything in his hands to pull you closer. To deepen the already sensual kiss. But he had to pull away. You were in a time crunch, and you both needed to get going if he was going to show you his favorite place.
"Let's get going before we get carried away." You chuckled and nodded. He grabbed your hand and led you to the elevator.
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Hyunjin had slipped on a hat, mask, and sunglasses before he left the comfort of his concrete fortress. He held your hand as you both headed towards the subway. Just standing and waiting for the train had all eyes on you. He kept tipping his hat lower to avoid anyone seeing who he was. It was like a blaring red flag out he was dressed, then to add insult to injury, there was a foreigner holding his hand.
"Are you sure this is worth it?" You had so many questions, more so about his popularity that he seemed so modest about, but you kept them to yourself.
"It is." He nodded, looking you in the eyes. You could see his even with them obscured by glasses. Once the train arrived, you managed to find a seat while he opted to stand in front of you. Though you were in this rush hour train car that was packed to the brim with people, it felt like you were just there with him. He held your hand and the handle to make sure you were comfortable and he was steady.
Though it was nearly an hour, with multiple stops, it felt like minutes to you. Getting off at your stop, he looked down at your shoes once topside. "So first, shoes." He chuckled, "It's a long walk from here." You looked down at your heels that you'd worn last night on stage. Pretty, but definitely far from practical. You stopped and got shoes, then grabbed some ice cream to ease your worries about the walk.
"Siblings?" He shook his head as he took a lick of his gelato.
"No? …I guess they made the prettiest baby possible and called it quits, huh?" You mumbled the last part more to yourself. No wonder he was so beautiful. He was one of one.
"You?" You nodded and pursed your lips.
"There is a reason I left home as soon as I turned eighteen. I'm the middle child. I have an older brother and twin younger sisters. I love my family, but I needed to find myself. Learn what individuality meant for me. I was never as smart as my brother. Never as cute or traditionally talented as my sisters. I needed to learn how to be good enough for me." You shrugged.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" He had been looking at you the entire time. You hadn't noticed until you looked up at him.
"I did. It took a long time before I even recognized that I had not only found what I loved but that I had found myself in the process. I even found out that my grandmother lived in France for a while during her twenties. It's where she met my grandfather." He encouraged you to continue.
"How long were they together?" You smiled at the question, you aspired to have a love like theirs.
"Seventy-three years." His eyes widened. "They recently passed. Grandpa in May of last year and grandma in June." You smiled sorrowfully. "She said that she didn't want to keep him waiting."
"To have a love like that…" He sighed, gripping your hand a little tighter.
"You'd want that, Hyunjin?"
He nodded. "To find that one person that you can't live without? That you can't see your future without? Someone that you want to grow old and gray with? Of course. To spend the rest of my days with the person I love the most, sounds… ideal to put it simply."
"Someone's a hopeless romantic, I see."
He couldn't help that smile that graced his lips. "Are you not? After witnessing a love story like your grandparents, there is no way you'd want anything else. Right?" You kept him on the edge of his seat by staying silent for a while.
"Of course I do. But I also recognize it's hard to come by these days." You shrugged, "I do believe my grandparents were destined to be together, though. Although they met in France, it was during the war as a nurse and an officer. They lost touch after, despite promising to meet again. It wasn't until my grandmother went to New York a few years after it ended that she saw him again. They were soul mates, in my personal opinion, that is." You drifted off thinking about the times you spent and the stories they told you.
"I believe that there is someone out there for everyone. That the red string of fate ties people together, intertwining their destinies. Just like your grandparents lost touch, they were tied together, so they met again." You crossed a busy street and headed to the attractions bus stop where he got both of you tickets.
"There is a girl I met once before. She was absolutely breathtaking. From her smile to the poise she had while dancing, her sweet personality, to her alluring voice… everything about her just took my breath away. I didn't get a chance to get to know her like I wanted to. It just wasn't in the cards right there and then. But I hoped I'd get to see her again one day. Maybe this time, right the wrong of not getting her name and number like the first time."
You narrowed your eyes at him, "Right… but did you get to meet her again?" You kept a suspicious eye on him as you both took your seats. Believing this story was hitting a little closer to home than he wanted you to think.
"I did. I got her name. I just haven't gotten around to getting her number. But I'm working on it." He joked in a slightly dramatic fashion.
"All you have to do is ask. I'm sure she would love to give you her number."
"You think? I hope so. I really think she and I may have something special." He nodded quickly, causing you to laugh. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You smiled, taking the device and putting your number in it. You even took a photo just for him to remember your face if and when he called. He took the phone back and sent you a text so you'd have his number as well.
Unknown number: I'll give you a photo when less people are around.
You replied with a thumbs up, patiently awaiting the moment you'd get your photo.
The bus took almost an hour to get to its destination. You and Hyunjin talked about everything from your favorite musical artists to fashion and being single. It was easy just to be yourself around him. Joking and laughing came easy to both of you in the presence of one another.
"More walking?" You queried looking towards the mountain trail in front of you.
He smiled, eyes crinkling as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head through his mask. "Yes, but I promise it will be worth it. If it isn't…you won't have to walk back down. I'll carry you." He was so confident he was risking exhaustion and possible injury.
"What do you get if you win?" He poked his tongue into his cheek, even though you couldn't see it.
"We'll figure that out later, if we have the time."
You took a leisurely stroll up the hiking trail, hands still connected, fingers still intertwined. By the time you got to the northern gate and the surrounding fortress wall, it was nearly sunset. He tugged your hand with urgency, wanting to get into position before the sunset happened. He found a spot near the border wall and stood behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist. His chin rested on your shoulder.
"Now we wait for the watercolors."
You tilted your head, a little confused. That was until you saw it. You could see straight out over Seoul. How the setting sun first painted the city in deep orange. The flecks of azure water even began to turn color. As it set more, it started to bleed into a dusky pink. "This is… beautiful." It honestly looked like one of the prettiest paintings you had ever seen. Vivid colors, the glittering lights, the light reflecting off the sky scrapers, the dark mountains in the background adding to the beautifully painted picture.
He pulled away, silently snapping pictures of you in the moment. Making sure he could paint you, just as you were, in the instant. You looked back at him as he snapped another photo. "What are you doing?" You chuckle, reaching out for him.
"Making sure I capture this. I want to remember your face like this forever." You couldn't help but smile.
"What if I want you with me at this moment?" He couldn't help the feeling that bubbled up in his chest at your words. He took your hand and wrapped it around you, resting it on your stomach as he took the same position he was in before, resting his head on your shoulder.
You watched the colors mix and melt until they faded to darkness, being replaced by tiny dots of stars. You closed your eyes, leaning back into his warmth, not wanting this time to end. Knowing that the more you got into the night, the less time you had with this man.
"Hyunjin… Thank you for sharing this with me." You kept your eyes closed as he began to sway with you in his arms, as if he was dancing to some tune that no one else heard.
"It was my pleasure." He kissed your temple. "We need to head back. There are a few restaurants right outside of the park. We can eat, then I'll call for my driver to pick us up." You nodded, finally opening your eyes.
Halfway down the mountain, you finally received a pic from him. It was of him holding you in his arms as the colors of the sunset painted you both with its hue. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. This date was beautiful.
You ate at one of the traditional restaurants around the park in a private room and enjoyed his company and conversation until it was finally time for his chauffeur to pick you both up.
The ride back to your hotel was quiet. He played with your fingers, only having let go of your hand a few times that day. You shared a few kisses and stolen glances. But neither of you could muster up the courage to say what was on your mind.
You pulled into the familiar scenery around your hotel, dread finally sinking in. His grip on your hand tightened, not ready to let you go in the least bit. The driver parked under the covered entrance and stepped out of the car to give you privacy.
You looked at him, really looked at him. As if trying to memorize every single detail of his face. The little mole under his sharp eyes, his cute nose, kissable lips, flawless skin. "I don't want this to end, Hyunjin." You spoke barely above a whisper, afraid that anything louder would burst this bubble you were in.
"It doesn’t have to." He shifted in his seat, turning more towards you. "It might have to end tonight… but we don't have to let what we have end. I don't think I'm capable of letting you go now that I have you in my life." He cupped your face with his other hand, and you leaned into it.
"To be honest with you, I don't think I can either. I want to see you again, be near you again, and I haven't even left your side yet. I can't explain how or why, but I feel this pull. Like you're a magnet. I just want to be near you. Comfortable." He kissed the back of your hand.
"How about this, " he took a deep breath before he started. "Be my girlfriend. Let's try our best to make this long-distance thing work. I know one date doesn't equal a real relationship, but I don't need to test the water to see if you're the one. I know you are." There he went again, giving your heart wings. "So, Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"
You felt like crying, but not of sadness.
"Yes. Yes, I will." Overjoyed, he leaned in and pulled you into a hug before kissing your lips. Your hands found their way to his hair, running your fingers through his silky tresses. He tried to pull you closer, but his efforts were impeded by your seatbelt. Even after pulling away, you could feel his searing kiss on your lips. His alarm went off, letting him know it was time to let you go for real. He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Jinee is waiting for you." You nodded, not wanting your time with him to stop, but knowing it had to come to an end. He helped you out of the car, and you guys took a silent ride up the elevator. Standing outside your room, your hand in his, you turned to him.
"Thank you again, Hyunjin-"
"I liked it when you called me Hyune…" his face flushed, remembering the words that preceded you, calling him that.
You giggled and corrected yourself, "Thank you again, Hyune. This.. The whole day with you has been amazing. I'm sad that it has to come to an end, but I know that you and I will have many more in the future. More time together, no time constraints. And I can't wait until then." He smiled, gorgeous lips curling up.
"I can't wait either, Y/n." He leaned in and kissed your lips, only for it to be interrupted by the door opening.
"About time - oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I was never here." Jinee quickly closed the door, causing you and Hyunjin to laugh.
"Your friend has terrible timing." You chuckled and shook your head.
"No, I think she has perfect timing. If she wasn't pulled away last night, I don’t think we would have been able to connect like we did." You had a point. He nodded in agreement.
The silence built between you once again, and he ended it with a soft kiss to your forehead. "Dream of me?"
"As if you could stop me, Hyune." With one more kiss to your lips, he slowly started to back away, letting your fingers slip from his grasp. He called for the elevator, and the familiar ding let him know it had arrived. He dramatically, very much so in Hyunjin fashion, blew you a kiss. He headed inside, the doors closing behind him. You two were finally separated from one another after spending a full day together.
You headed into your room where Jinee patiently waited at the entrance. "So? Tell me everything." You smiled at your friend before telling her every single detail of your time spent with the most beautiful man you'd ever met. You both fell asleep on the same bed, detailing both of your interactions with the men you'd met the night before. Both determined to see each other again.
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Three months later
You and Hyunjin were in constant contact. There wasn't a day when you didn’t talk. Even if it wasn't for long, you had to say something to each other, or else your day just didn't feel right. You hadn’t gotten the free time to go see him yet, and his schedule had been packed with shows all across the globe. So it was hard for you to see the other.
You had been up a few hours, Hyunjin was well into his day, and had called you to fill his down time, on what he told you was a photoshoot. "It should be there soon. I'm looking at the tracking details right now." He had sent you something. What that was, he wouldn't tell. The doorbell rang as if it were clockwork.
"I think it's here. Hold on, okay?" You tried not to run. In fear, your downstairs neighbors would be woken up by your heavy footsteps. You peeked through the peephole. You could see the courier's hat with the company name written across it. He was looking down at his phone, a package tucked under his arm. You opened the door. "Good morning." You spoke chipperly.
"Good morning, beautiful." It felt like your world stopped. You could hear your heart beating loudly in your ear as you made eye contact with whom you thought was a delivery person. But instead, it was your boyfriend. You dropped your phone from pure shock. Your body moved on its own, jumping and wrapping itself around him. The joy felt like it spread from the top of your head all the way to your toes.
"Missed me?" He could only wrap one arm around you. The package and phone were pinned to him underneath your embrace. "I missed you too, baby." He kissed the side of your face. You silently cried into his jacket-covered shoulder, gripping him as if he'd disappear if you let go.
He just stood there in the hall, trying his best to stay steady while you koala hugged him like your lives depended on it. "Let's go inside, hmm?" You didn't want to let go, but you did. You could always reattach yourself to him once inside the apartment. You picked up your phone and ushered him inside your place. He'd only seen it through videos or pictures, so he tried his best to take in all the personal touches you and Jinne had made.
"How'd you get here?" You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the couch in your living area.
"I called Jinee and asked for your address. You didn't think it was weird how she left out the crack of dawn?" You laughed. It was strange. But she was trying to work out more. You thought she was just adding early rising to her routine.
"I mean.. yeah, but I thought she was going to the gym or something." He shook his head.
"She's on a plane to Korea to see Haneul. Because I wanted you all to myself." He leaned into you and pressed a kiss to your lips. He pulled back and handed you the large, wrapped gift he had been holding. It was almost a flat rectangle. "Open it."
You didn't think he actually would have a gift for you after showing up on your doorstep. You assumed he was the gift. You carefully unwrapped it, hoping not to mess anything up. The more paper you ripped, the more you could see the vibrant purples, pinks, and oranges all over the canvas. Pushing the paper away revealed a painting of you and Hyunjin's silhouette facing the sunset over Seoul. You were speechless. Touched.
"So you can remember our first date like I do."
"As if I could ever forget it. Especially now." The way the colors carefully bled into each other. You could feel the warmth on your skin from the setting sun and his embrace, like you were back there again. "Thank you, Hyune." You pecked his lips. "This is going right above my bed." You had already figured out just the right place for it.
You sat it down on the table in front of your couch. He took the opportunity to grab your hands. "You are more than welcome."
You closed your eyes and squealed. You were beyond overjoyed. "Gosh, I love you so much, Hyunjin. You have no -" Both your eyes widened at your sudden confession. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.
"I love you too, Y/n." His admittance made your awkward confession much more fathomable. It felt like something had been lifted off your shoulders. You had gotten it out, even if it wasn’t necessarily willingly. He kissed your lips. "I love you." Between each kiss he confessed again. You couldn’t help but join in. You were in love with the man you'd had the chance to meet twice in different stages of your life. The man that would open up your heart within a matter of hours. A man that could make you fall for him even under the harsh neon and plush velvets of the night.
FIN
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