Warning: Adult Themes/Scenes (nothing too in depth but you’ve been warned)
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"You just ran?! What the hell, Y/N!” Bridget yelled at you through the phone.
“Please for the love of holy cheese and crackers don’t yell I’m hungover,” you said back, rubbing at your temples.
“You’re not hungover you had one drink. You’re pent up, lusted over, and embarrassed because you RAN AWAY FROM SOME MAN NAMED BOBBY YOU HAD A CONNECTION WITH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
You had to pull the phone away from your ear at that one. You waited a beat before bringing it back.
“Are you done yelling at me? I feel stupid enough right now.” you said grumpily.
“Okay okay I’m done yelling. Only because you admitted it was stupid to just run.”
You were ignoring the ‘I-Told-You-So’ tone she was using.
“We need a game plan,” she continued.
“A game plan? Really Bridget??” you said, rolling your eyes at how serious she was getting.
“Yes a game plan! You called me bright and early -”
“It’s 11 o’clock in the morning I’d hardly call that ear-” you tried to interrupt.
“Excuse me bright and early just to talk about last night and now you’re trying to act like you don’t care?” she finished.
“That kind of stuff happens at clubs all the time!” you protested.
“Y/N you remembered every word he said to you. Granted it wasn’t like you guys did a lot of talking anyway...”
“BRIDGET!”
“LOOK WHO’S YELLING NOW!”
You took a deep breath.
“Okay I have two options/pieces of advice for you, are you ready for them?”
Cue you taking another deep breath.
“Yeah.”
“(1) Forget about last night. Take it as you were able to burn off some steam and let loose. Just move on from it and forget about him except for on lonely late nights when you need a pick-me-up ehhhhehhhh.”
“Bridget...” you said with a warning tone as you really tried to be stern and not laugh because you knew exactly what she meant.
“OR (2) Go to the club with me tonight and leave it up to fate. This is a strike while the irons hot situation. If he’s there, you can apologize for running and see if there’s anything between you two. If he says no then I’m still there to help take your mind off it. And if he isn’t even there we’ll just call it a missed opportunity, dance a little, and then head home for takeout and movies.”
“You make really thoroughly detailed plans you know that?” you said after a moment.
“Does that mean you’ve picked one?”
“Depends. Do we have time to go shopping today because I really only own that one club dress.”
“Of course we have time! So long as you have time to let me borrow your cheetah booties.” she shot back.
“I’ll be at your place in thirty.” you answered before hanging up and grabbing your stuff. The sooner you set the second plan into motion the less time you’d have to get scared and back out.
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“You waited in this line yesterday?” Bridget whispered to you as you both slowly took another step forward.
“Yep! I will say it wasn’t as cold out last night,” you responded, tugging on the sleeves of the leather jacket you were glad you’d pulled on over your dark green dress. It was a strappy little thing that showed plenty of cleavage as it wrapped around your waist, and as good as you know you’d looked you still weren’t willing to leave the house without a jacket as a sort of safety blanket.
The two of you took another step forward as the line moved and you were just a few people away from the front doors.
“You don’t need to be nervous, I’m going to be here the whole time,” Bridget said to you as she noticed you kept fidgeting. “Just think of it as immersive story telling on a girls night. You just wanted me to see the place first hand and we can always head home if you really don’t want to be here.”
You blew out a breath with another step forward.
“Thank you for coming with me,” you said. “I think I’d regret it if I didn’t even try to find him again. It just feels like such a long shot.”
“You felt something for him. Wanting to see if it’s real isn’t crazy or a long shot at all.” she said, nudging your shoulder with hers.
“Well, we’re about to see aren’t we,” you replied as you handed your ID over to the bouncer.
“Welcome back,” he said before stamping your hand on top of the stamp that hadn’t quite washed off from yesterday.
You gave a nod to him as you led Bridget into the club.
“Oooh I get what you meant when you said there were two sides to it. This is actually really cool,” she said, taking it all in. “And you said you went in the right side?”
“After you,” you said, pulling the door and opening it to let her pass by you.
She stopped just inside like you had, taking it all in before snapping out of it and walking the two of you over towards the bar.
“Barkeep!” Bridget said as she smiled at the back of the bartender who was handling some glasses. “A Coke and a glass of red!”
“Bridget you can’t just call the man ‘Barkeep’ like that!” you laughed out as he turned around.
“I don’t know,” the bartender said as he turned around with a smile, “Barkeep is better than the nickname my coworkers actually gave me.”
“Ooh care to share?” you asked, noticing a glazed-eyed Bridget completely focused on the man in front of you.
“It’s kind of embarrassing but they call me Prince Song haha. What kind of red to you want?” he asked you, pulling a wine glass off the shelf.
“Just your cheapest cabernet or house red blend, I’m not picky.” you answered with a smile.
“I can see it,” Bridget finally said, still eyeing the bartender. And then she realized the two of you were now staring at her so she got a bit flustered. “I can see why they would call you a Prince is all I meant.”
“Well if it makes you that shy to mention you can just call me Yunhyeong,” he said, passing a Coke across the bar to her. “Although Barkeep does have a fun ring to it.” he finished, smiling at her.
You sat there, sipping your wine while trying to hide the smile you couldn’t actually contain as you saw the two of them smile and banter back and forth. It was nice seeing your best friend smitten though and you wanted to give them a little privacy, so you turned away and sipped at your wine while scanning the place that had been living in your mind nonstop since last night.
You could see people enjoying themselves, and the atmosphere was just as all consuming as it had been last night. You smiled to yourself as you took another sip and felt a pang of regret hit at how you had run out last night.
“Y/N? Y/N!” Bridget said, shaking your shoulder a little to get your attention. “Zoning out there?”
You hadn’t realized your bartender had moved on down the bar and was on the phone.
“You remember I’m here now that your Prince had to go off to do some work??” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at her.
“Or maybe I was pumping him for information on your behalf did you ever think of that?”
“Don’t even try me Bridget you were totally flirting with him!”
“Okay okay yes I was flirting with him some and I do intend to do that for the rest of the night but remember how fabulous I am at detailed plans?”
“What did you do?” you said, already dreading the answer when you saw Yunhyeong heading back your way and nodding his head at her.
“It’s all thanks to you. You said last night that guy that interrupted you called your man ‘Boss,’ right? Well Prince Barkeep here said his boss has purple hair right now and is named Bobby.”
Your heart stopped completely as your eyebrows shot up.
“And it just so happens,” Yunhyeong chimed in, “that my boss also was going on and on about a girl he’d met last night when we were setting up to open tonight.”
“Wait wait wait,” you said, setting your glass down on the bartop. “I need a minute to process all of this.”
“Sorry Y/N, but you actually don’t really have a minute,” Bridget said, wincing slightly.
You pulled your eyebrows back down and into a slight glare.
“And why is that exactly? What did you do?” you asked, seeing Bridget’s eyes widen and then flick towards Yunhyeong.
“She had him call me,” a voice said in your ear, causing chills to race up your spine.
Warning: Adult Themes/Scenes (nothing too in depth but you’ve been warned)
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The room was all-consuming from the minute you had stepped in and you weren’t even sure how. The bass set your heart just as it had been trying to do since you’d stepped into the building. The music filled your ears but wasn’t obnoxiously loud. It was more like it was wrapping in and around you and pulling you further in. There were no bright lights or flashing, but subtle hues of different colors that framed the room and the dance floor. No high top tables or rickety bar stools, but tables on the edges of the room with couches covered in black velvet and gold with high backs and arms secluding anyone on it.
The feeling you got was intoxicating and you hadn’t even done anything.
Yet.
The longer you stood there though, the more you started to doubt yourself just a little for picking the right side. Shaking it off, you walked over to the bar to get a drink. Whatever your feelings were, you’d been looking for an interesting night out to take your mind off of work and that’s exactly what you were about to gift yourself.
You spent a few minutes just leaning against the bar, sipping your drink and watching silhouettes on the dance floor. You hadn’t even noticed your hips had started moving on their own. When you finished your drink though, you were more than ready to dance some. You slid your empty glass back across the bar, straightened yourself up, and walked straight into the crowd.
It was intimidating a little. Being alone on the dance floor. But it was as if the DJ caught you hesitating and took the chance to suck you in when they played a low and slow beat as the song changed. And those hips of yours couldn’t help themselves again, so you just closed your eyes and slowly lifted your hands.
One song flowed into the other and you were lost in your own world. You brought one of your hands up, running along your neck then lifting your hair as it reached up and you twisted your wrist towards the ceiling. Your other hand had started to follow but then took a path of its own down and out to the side as your body continued to move to the beats that were consuming you. And just when you had almost lost all sense of your surroundings, you heard that whisper again from behind you.
“Although you clearly don’t need a partner, would you like one?”
The only way this man was touching you now was with his breath and it caused you to shiver as you slowly swayed and turned around to face him.
He was hardly moving, just slightly but it was almost as if he was waiting and holding back. You stood there for a minute, your hands lowering themselves as you cocked your head slightly and took the man in front of you in.
The purple hair was pulled back in a ponytail now, meaning a silver bar above his eye was on full display. His lips that had been speaking to you all night were up in a smirk that brought out your own without you knowing. His jeans were ripped and tight, his shirt white and loose but also low and you noticed his leather jacket was missing, exposing tattoos along his arms.
You took a step closer and his smile grew as you slithered one arm up and around his neck so you could lean into his ear.
“Only if you tell me the name of the man who keeps sneaking up on me.” you said, slowly starting to sway some more.
You felt one of his arms reach around your waist and tighten, pulling you up against him so fast you used your other hand to brace against his waist so you wouldn’t fall.
“Bobby,” he answered, moving the two of you along to the song that had begun to wrap around you.
Wrapping your arms more securely around him, you whispered your name back and then fell into the music with him.
You had been right. This room, this feeling, was downright intoxicating. And you didn’t mind in the slightest.
Bobby and you danced against each other, one song flowing into another. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, always holding onto each other though. You found yourself gripping onto him more and more, making distance between you impossible.
You know push and pull? Well this was more like pull and pull. Your hand would run along his abs, feeling them twitch, and his arm would tighten around your waist in response. His hand would run slowly down your arm to brush your palm and grab your hand, pulling it up to his mouth for a kiss, and you couldn’t help your other hand that tightened against the back of his neck.
You trailed a finger down the side of his neck and then back up to his ear before brushing slowly back to the back of his neck again and you pressed his head closer. But the tease he was, Bobby’s eyes smirked at you as he was inches away from your mouth only to swerve and kiss along the vein beating just as loud as the bass on the side of your neck.
You’d been ready for a kiss. You’d been asking for a kiss. You’d been needing a kiss. But there? Everything inside you lit up and your lips let a gasp slip right into the pierced ear that was in front of them. And when his reaction was to slightly score that same spot on your neck with his teeth, you didn’t even have a moment to feel embarrassed when a moan came out next.
You heard Bobby take a deep and slow breath as he pulled back to look at you. He stared at you and his eyes threatened to burn you alive but you weren’t going to look away or back down. Holding his eyes, you pulled a fist full of his shirt to bring him close again and slowly brought your face to his.
Maybe a hair could fit between the tips of your noses and you could feel each other’s breath. You could tell it was like he was waiting again. He seemed restrained and on edge. And you were evil. You broke eye contact and lowered down slowly so you could press a kiss just off the edge of his jaw line. You felt his stomach as he slowly drew a breath in but that wasn’t enough of a response for you.
So, with your lips still against his slightly stubbled chin, you paid him back in kind and sucked in his skin before letting it pop from your lips. Pulling back, you waited until you were holding his eyes again before you slowly licked your bottom lip and then bit it.
And he finally broke.
Bobby pulled you off the dance floor, his hand holding yours as he stormed off. It was funny to you for some reason, seeing him like this, and you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. Of course, hearing your laugh, Bobby paused and turned to look at you. You just smiled back and shrugged.
“You’re cute when you’re like this,” was all you could say.
Because then he had his lips on yours.
It was quick and rough. His one hand kept holding yours but his other was holding you to him from the back of your neck. It was so quick that he had backed away before you even had the chance to get your free hand on him.
“I need to find us somewhere private,” he said, before turning away and pulling you along again.
And then your back was against a wall as Bobby consumed you. The two of you were hidden back in a dark hallway and it felt like all bets were off as his hands were on either side of your face. You had one hand on his bicep and you were thanking your inner self when you felt your other hand already under his shirt, pulling him closer as if that was even possible to you.
Bobby broke off and dropped his forehead to your collarbone and let out a laugh as the two of you tried to catch your breaths.
“I can’t believe you actually giggled at me back there,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the skin that was burning under the cold chain of your necklace.
“You were like a man possessed I’ve never seen anything like it,” you laughed out before pressing a kiss to his temple and rubbing your thumb across the stretch of skin at his waist.
Bobby lifted up and put his elbows on the wall caging you in. Your breath was caught in your throat and you couldn’t help but stare at his lips that were red and swollen and so so close to yours.
“You haven’t been with the right men then,” he whispered to you before diving back in. Before you even had a chance to respond his tongue was brushing along your lips and all you could do was sigh and open as you wrapped both your arms around his waist.
His kisses were pretty much always intense you were quickly realizing. There was no time to second guess yourself because the two of you were riding on pure emotion.
You tried to pull him closer but it was like there was no room, so without breaking your kiss Bobby reached down, grabbed your thigh, and lifted it around his waist as he nestled even closer to you. With your leg holding him to you now, you didn’t need both arms, so you took one arm up around his neck and pulled his pony tail down before diving your hand into his hair and pulling him back from the kiss so you could be greedy.
You kissed his mouth that pouted from you forcing him back, but soon it let out a groan as you moved from the corner of his mouth, to his cheek, to his ear, to that soft spot right below his ear lobe.
His mouth was back on yours then though, like it couldn’t stand to be away for too long. His hand was squeezing the exposed flesh at your thigh and giving you chills, so you sucked hard on his tongue, making him press you fully into the wall and gasp.
Things were spiraling. You were in some hallway in the club and you didn’t feel like you were going to be able stop, or that you even wanted to.
So maybe it was a good thing when a barback stumbled down the hallway with a box, startling the two of you off each other.
“Whoa sorry boss! I just need to squeeze past you,” he said, awkwardly trying to keep his eyes up while walking past the two of you to an ‘Employees Only’ area.
You were a little mortified. If Bobby hadn’t been slightly blocking you from view you would have been completely mortified as you started really thinking about everything the two of you had been doing and touch so openly in the hallway.
Bobby brushed some hair away from your face as you kept looking down at nothing.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
His other hand trailed down your arm but it was comforting when you felt him squeeze your hand, like he was trying to get your attention back on him.
You looked up at him and were trying to think of what to say when the two of you heard a crash through the ‘Employees Only’ door and then someone say “aw f---!”
Bobby winced and said “Shit I should probably check on that” before he kissed your forehead and jogged back towards the door.
When he left so did all the warmth his body had been giving off and you felt cold and exposed. Your lips were tingly and your hair was tangled. Your legs felt like noodles, but they would have to work because you were overthinking the situation and only one word was clearly coming through your mess of thoughts.
Warning: Adult Themes/Scenes (nothing too in depth but you’ve been warned)
Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Final)
Your heart was beating hard and loud, but it was like it stopped the second you heard the card click in the door and the knob turn.
Blowing out a breath you extended your legs some and put on a smile. But that smile quickly morphed into a smirk when you saw Bobby freeze.
“I think it would be a good idea if you closed the door behind you, Bobby,” you laughed out, recrossing your legs and drawing his attention.
Bobby closed the door and took a few stumbling steps into the room. But other than that he was speechless, so you had to take the initiative.
You got up off the bed and pulled your robe closed. You could swear you saw a pout on Bobby’s face, so you walked over to him and grabbed him by his hands. He kept stumbling some as you pulled him around to sit on the bed. The bounce finally loosened his mouth though.
“Y/N? Wha-? What is going on?”
He tried to reach out to hold you but you danced out of reach, backing up until you were leaning against the pole.
“I just wanted to do something a little different,” you started, pulling on the sash around your waist until your robe opened up. “So I planned a little surprise for you,” you said, shrugging the robe off your shoulders. “Do you mind?” you asked before throwing the robe right at his face.
While Bobby was struggling get you in his line of sight again, you hit play on the speakers by you and grabbed onto the pole that was now in front of you. As the beat started to kick on, you slowly leaned backwards until you could see Bobby.
He was sitting there, his fists clenching the sheets, mouth open, and eyes stuck on you.
Seeing that you had him right where you wanted him, you closed your eyes and let your body move to the music the way you’d been taught.
Your whole body heated up against the cool pole as you caught glimpses of Bobby. When you had hooked your knee on the pole and lifted your other leg to twist, Bobby’s hands moved from the sheets to his knees. When you flipped your hair to one side and rolled your body against it, you heard Bobby groan. And when you had your back to it with your hand keeping you steady as you dropped down and spread your knees, Bobby raked his hand through his hair and let out a “this can’t be real” under his breath.
It was kind of fun, seeing him lose control like that. And the longer you kept dancing, the more curious you got about how long he could hold out. You almost thought about putting that to the test, but when the song quieted down you decided you didn’t want to be that mean just yet.
You pushed off the pole and walked towards the speechless man that had quickly wormed his way into your life. You sat down on his lap, kicked off your shoes, and wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a quick kiss on his lips.
Bobby was still stunned though. His hands were out and grasping at air as he continued to stare at you with his mouth open.
“You with me?” you asked out on a laugh, helping him pull his arms around you and nuzzling into him.
“I- I thought we- I mean I didn’t expect when you said to- What?”
“It’s like I said,” you said, pressing another quick kiss to his lips, “I planned a surprise for you. I just wanted to make tonight a little special.”
Finally Bobby seemed to get his mind back as he lifted on hand to cup your face, brushing a thumb across your smile and up under your eye.
“Every moment I get to spend with you is special,” he said on a whisper as he pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes.
“So then I think it’s safe for me to ask you to be my boyfriend?” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up a little bit as Bobby’s eyes popped open to stare at yours.
“Yes! Of course!” he yelled, making you jump a little and then start laughing.
“Does that mean I get girlfriend privileges?” you asked when you could catch your breath again.
A big smile lit up Bobby’s face as he just said “You’re my girlfriend.”
“Yes babe I am your girlfriend. And as such I wanted to ask you to do something for me.”
“You know I’d do anything for you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Perfect,” you said with a smirk before moving your arm to point at the pole. “Then strip.”
Leave it to Bobby to not falter at all. He stood up, holding you in his arms before tossing you back on the bed and running to the pole.
You were floundering around trying to right yourself while yelling “play some music too!” By the time you could hear a new beat and you were sitting up again, Bobby was waiting patiently against the pole with one hand holding the back of his shirt.
Seeing you staring, he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, only to speed up at the end and throw it at you while saying “payback.”
"Thanks, I have always wanted to steal one of your shirts,” you said with a smile, tossing the shirt off to the side of the room by your bag.
“I don’t think you’re focusing on the right thing. Let me help you,” he said, plucking the button on his jeans and then sliding the zipper down until they were hanging loose.
You gulped as your attention fell completely on that little V that you could taste on your tongue. You watched as it flexed and moved while Bobby walked around the pole. The V stretched when he did and rolled just as smoothly.
And then it was getting closer and closer and you could feel your cheeks heating up the longer you stared.
“Y/N, babe. My eyes are up here,” Bobby said on a smile as he took a finger under your chin and lifted your face to see his just inches from yours.
“Yes they are,” you started, lifting your arms around his neck, “but I want you down here.” you finished, pulling him down on top of you on the bed.
Bobby had his lips on yours and his hands were already making quick work of what little you had on. He slipped it over your head and took the opportunity to shuck his pants the rest of the way off. Grabbing you around the waist, he pulled the two of you up the bed until you felt your back crash into the pillows and his lips found yours again.
Not the one to ever just lay back when the two of you were in bed, or in a hallway, or on a couch, or the counter, or the shower, or...well never being one to just lay back when you were with Bobby, you hooked one leg outside his and flipped the two of you. Bobby was laughing as you landed on top and you helped comb some of his hair out of his eyes.
“Every time I’m with you is special to me too,” you said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then his lips, where you felt him return the kiss.
