𝑺-𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Hwajin seem to be unbothered whenever you go to work wearing sexy dresses. Hell, he had seen one sexier than this, but in his defense, that’s because you were going to work, it’s all just business, but everything changes when you try to go to a club at like two in the morning.
𝑵-𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I'm alive guys..that's it. Hopefully this can make up for being absent for a very long time...
𝑾-𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | A lot of sexy shit. Was to lazy to write warnings sooo.
You spun around in front of the mirror in your room, glancing over your shoulder to check on the back of the dress. You’ve put on a black slit dress, satin silk wrapped around your body, showing a good shape of your curve.
Tonight is not actually your work hour at Shangri-La, but you’re going anyway, just to destress your mind for a moment. A few drinks with your fellow stripper friends, and maybe you could hook up with some rich, hot older men.
By the time you’re done with the light make up, you heard someone inserting code to the apartment’s door. Your assumption is Hwajin, since your younger brother is fast asleep at two in the morning in his room.
Long story short, he shared his apartment with you and your younger brother out of Kangseok’s order for the sake of your safety and the arrangement of your Pops, not that he complained.
The sexual tension between Hwajin and you have always been so obvious but neither of you willing to act upon it. Considering the both of you have a little struggle with your pasts, him with his dead fiance, and you with your dead older brother that’s annoyingly quite similar to him.
Grabbing your purse, you leave your own room, ready to go. And you find him walking into the bathroom, with nothing but only a gray jogger; you swear you could see sweats running down his broad back; decorated with various scars, not to mention that he put his hair in a man bun.
You unconsciously gulped down before clearing your throat, walking closer to the bathroom’s door watching him where he drank a mineral water, some of it spilled down across his neck, adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
Blood rushed to your heart watching the tantalizing view.
“You went to the gym at two in the morning?” You raised a brow with a teasing tone. “Who does that?”
He’s not answering you until he finishes a bottle and throws it off to the trash can, only then he confirms, “I do.”
You snorted at his confident tone, “Weirdo.”
“Says the one eating ice cream with a fuck ton of sugar.” He mused, lifting the corner of his lips. He focuses on preparing a razor blade, to shave his stubble.
“At least I don’t need to disciplined a fuck ton of pikachus.” Refuse to back down, you snap back at him.
“At least I don’t need to fuck around with a bunch of old geezers.” He snickered with the same energy.
You pondered, “I sensed jealousy.”
He scoffed, finally looked up from his razor and met your gaze. Another witty remark is on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes decide to take a look at you, making him freeze in the process.
The dress. The fucking black, thin, satin dress. Wrapped perfectly on your curves, the slit on the left side showing your smooth thigh, breast pushed up, red lips and red eyes shone with alluring aura.
Blood rushed to his heart watching the tantalizing view.
Hwajin raised a brow when he finally met with your eyes again, he wondered, “Last time I checked, today’s not your workday.”
“Who said I was going to work?” You tilted your head, crossing your hands on your chest.
“You’re going to the club at two in the morning? When everyone’s going home?” He sneered, charcoal eyes flickered. “Who does that?”
You snorted through your nose, pointing at yourself, “This crazy bitch does. Shangri-La never sleeps.”
Hwajin turned to face you fully, his whole body now perfectly on your display, as he sauntered towards you at the bathroom’s door, his broad and tall figure looming over you in a second.
“No, you don’t.” He stated, warm breath fanning your forehead.
A scowl immediately appeared on your face as you heard his demanding voice, you looked up at him and argued, “Yes I do, I’m going. I can do whatever the hell I want.”
“And I won’t let you go anywhere, not like this,” He eyed you up and down, “Go change, and you may go.”
“I could be. Because you live under my roof, by my rules.”
“What rules? Me submitting to your possessive ass?”
“If that’s what you get from my statement, then so be it.”
More scoff coming from you, eyes peering over his charcoal ones, with disbelief, “You’re being unbelievably unreasonable.”
Hwajin seem to be unbothered whenever you go to work wearing sexy dresses. Hell, he had seen one sexier than this, but in his defense, that’s because you were going to work, it’s all just business.
But now is different, you’re actually just going to the club. That’s enough to make him a bit unsettled with your decision.
“I am being unreasonable because?” Hwajin tilted his head, challenging you.
“It’s only your nature,” You gaze up at him with your only last gut, despite fear start to gather inside your mind, “You’re a nosey fucker.”
With one swift action, he grabbed your jaw with only one hand, yanking you inside the bathroom, only for you to be pushed against the cold wall beside the sink.
You swallow a little grunt in the back of your throat. Watching him clenching his sharp jaws, drawing his face closer to yours, heavy breath against your lips.
“Say that again.” He pressed between his teeth, eyes never leaving yours. “Say that again, I dare you.”
His sudden roaring voice gets your knees weak, you didn’t believe your voice wouldn’t stutter if you open your mouth, so you choose to be silent.
“Thought so.” He retorted, filling your silence. Hwajin let go of your face. “Now go change.”
As stubborn as ever, you shake your head. “No.”
“No?” His eyebrows are raising. “Should I rip that dress off of you, then?”
“Is that a threat?” You finally got your voice back without deceiving.
Hwajin gulped down hard, eyes darkened, he pinched your chin with his index and thumb, “It is, if you don’t shut up.”
“I’m sure you can beg better than that.”
Blood was all over your face when he said that very sentence with his deep voice, right beside your ear.
“Well?” Hwajin is back looming over your face. “Are you going to be a goodgirl and listen to me?”
Once again, you shake your head, disclosed, “This dress, or not at all.”
“Fucking minx.” He hoarse. “You’re gonna be so satisfying to tame.”
He crashed his lips against yours, it didn’t take long for you to submit to him eventually. Your head is getting dizzy, his kiss getting deep. His hands gripped your waist while yours traveled all over his naked chest.
One of his free hands reaches your jaw, leading you to tilt your head, giving him more access to slip his tongue into your mouth, muffling your moan with his.
When his hands move to caress your back, you automatically press your chest against his, making him groan when he feels your breast grazing his naked chest.
Hwajin grabs your thighs, lifting you up with ease, wrapping your legs around him as he takes you off of the wall and sits you beside the sink.
You take a sharp breath when his rough palm kneads your breast. And his eyes widen when he can feel your nipple harden behind the thin silk.
“No bra?” He whispered against your lips, eyes glistening with lust. “You’re really enjoying yourself being a slut, huh?”
You gripped his shoulder and spoke, “Oh? You’re being unreasonable because I’m not your slut, is that what it is?”
“Don’t force me to ruin this pretty face of yours, doll.” His knuckles glide harshly on your cheek.
“Why not? You seem hellbent about me being a minx. If you want to ruin me, ruin me.” You whispered back with the most alluring voice.
Hwajin smirked, fingers dancing around your neck. “You bark a lot, you little whore. Wanna see how hard I can bite?”
Before you have time to answer, he grabs the front of your dress and tears it off, exposing your naked body before his eyes. You gasped.
“Hands on the sink.” He commanded, seeing you trying to cover your breast with your arm. “We don’t have to tie you up, do we?”
You shake your head and keep your hands on the edge of the sink, letting him drink up your glory naked curve.
Hwajin did the same with your thin lace, throwing them to the floor.
You hold your breath feeling the sudden contact of his finger on your wet labia, one of your hands automatically grip his bicep that rests on the sink.
“Already?” He mocked, licking his lips. “I haven’t even touched you.”
His thumb pressed your clit while he inserted two fingers inside you, making you lock his wrist between your thighs, but you still held out your moan, biting your lower lips to prevent it. He starts with a slow pace, moving his finger in and out.
Hwajin leaned down to give your lips a quick peck, he continued to kiss down your jaw, and neck. It didn’t take long before he found your sweet spot that made you jerk up your hips and groan.
“There it goes,” He laughed shortly in triumph, watching you writhing under his touch, groaning in pleasure.
He inserted the third, picking up the pace, thumb circling your clit. Your head is spinning, to the point you’re almost a moaning mess, fingers scratch his shoulder, neck full of burning red marks.
“Mhm, fuck—!” You cursed, feeling the knot on your stomach. “I’m close.”
Hwajin immediately pulled out his fingers, leaving you high and dry with the sudden loss of contact, your pussy gripped on nothing.
“Fucking hell, you freak, old man!” You protested.
“Aren’t you an angry little one?” He darkly laughed, taking his place between your thighs, “Be grateful that was your punishment.”
“He’s not here, but I am. So you better start begging to me.”
For a split second you contemplate your pride, but lust quickly takes over, your mind’s foggy, the only thing that’s clear in your head is Hwajin. Caging you between his rippled arms.
Out of frustration, you circle your legs around his waist, leading him to be closer to you, grinding yourself against his clothed cock, hard and twitching behind his gray jogger. He gripped your hips to stop you from moving.
“Badgirls don’t get my cock,” He breathed, leaning against your ear, “Be good and beg.”
With a fainted breath you plead, “Please—!”
“Please what?” He drew back from you and you panicked, but he let you hold his arm. He was going to free his cock, his jogger getting tight.
“Please, please, ruin me,” You raved, arms around his neck, wet pussy practically dripping, “Fuck me up, use me all you want, sir.”
Hwajin shrugged down his jogger, pulsing cock slap your thigh, he pushed back his loose hair before leaning down to kiss you hard.
“Since you asked so nicely,” He disclosed, leading his dick inside your warm opening. The both of you grunting here and there even when it’s only half of his dick going inside.
Your breath uncontrolled, trying so hard to take his cock in, it was the biggest you’ve ever seen, the girth and veins and all, so perfect to the point you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.
“Hwajin!” You yelped when he inserted more inches.
“Atta girl,” He praised, a smirk plastered on his face, “Screamed it.”
You writhed, hips curled up, breast grazing his chest, the feeling of his hard cock stroking your walls is dizzying, “Hwajin, sir—!”
His cock twitched, his breath hitched, “Fuck—I’m here, doll.”
He cursed under his breath when your wall gripped his dick with a vice grip, sucking him in further. He started with a painfully slow stroke, leaving you a moaning mess, trying to fuck yourself on his dick.
“That’s it,” His heavy breath feels warm against your neck as he nibbles on your skin, “Just like that, you’re doing so good for me.”
Despite the fact that you enjoyed his lovely affection, you don’t exactly want it to be like that. So you give him a push.
“Don’t go easy on me now, tiger.” You taunted, kissing his jaw, his stubbles tickling your smooth skin.
He snorted, cupping your jaw with one hand, “Big words come from a little girl.”
Hwajin pulled out and flipped you over so your back against his chest, one of his hands sneaked under your arm, gripping your neck so you’d look up at yourself in front of the mirror.
The way his bigger posture looming over you, his gaze ever so sharp met against yours through the mirror, as he kissed your nape and shoulder. His free hand runs down your spine, making your back bent under his delicate touch.
“Count.” He dictated, when he rested his rough palm on your ass.
One hard slap against your ass cheek and you groan in pain, but still manage to spell out, “One—!”
Hwajin is a powerful man. He knew every spank he gave you was harder than any average man would do. That’s because he knew you could take it. You’re stronger than most, he didn’t hesitate to take his anger out on you.
You continued to count until ten, both your ass cheeks now burning red, his hand print made him proud of it.
“If only I had known from the start, that all it takes for you to shut up is fucking the attitude out of you, I would’ve done this sooner.” He sneered, glancing at your panting state through the mirror.
His cock twitching up watching your red cheeks, sweat glistening to your chest, “You know you look prettier when you choked on my hand, pretty doll.”
You hummed and pushed back your ass, bumping his cock in the process, hurrying him to get inside you. “Please, sir.”
“Tell me what you want, I will grant it.” He crashed his chest against your back. “Remember, you only have to beg.”
“I want it—” You stuttered when he distracted you by grazing his cock on your wet labia. “—Mhmm, fuck. Wanna cum on your cock, sir.”
The devilish smile appeared on Hwajin’s face, “Greedy, greedy girl.”
He’s back grabbing your hips, re-entering you from behind. A long moan coming out of you when he thrust all the way in. Not wanting to hold himself back, he set a rapid pace pounding your walls.
You don’t find anything to gripped except clawing the mirror in front of you, watching yourself so lewd when you get fucked. The slaps sound echoing around the bathroom.
Hwajin’s hand back gripping your neck from behind, his eyes locked into yours, heavy breath against your neck as he grunted, “You’re my slut. Only mine.”
“I—Mhmm, ‘m yours.” You mumbled, shutting your eyes for a moment when he glided down to get a hold of your breast, jiggling on his palm as he furiously thrusted in and out of you.
He rambled out praise for you while you’re just whining in pleasure, feeling his dick stroke your walls just right, sliding in and out, his breath raged on your neck, broad sweaty chest grazing your back.
“It’s getting bigger.” You groaned, feeling his cock stretching you more and more.
His ego boosted, Hwajin fumed with a deep hoarse voice, “It’s yours.”
You respond with a tighter grip around his cock.
“Thank me.” He mused with dignity.
You moaned, “Thank you, sir.”
“Fuckin’ hell, I can’t—” He gritted his teeth, lean back to grab your hair and pulled it while his other hand pressed down the edge of your back, “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Too—fuck, too rough, Hwajin, sir, please—!” You whined, pleasure coming from every part of your body.
“Am I now?” He teased, picking up his face, “You deserved it anyway. C’mon, this is what you begged me for, so take it. Take it like a goodgirl you are.”
One hard thrust and you finally come, he rewarded you with a quick peck on your shoulder. He let go of your hair, your half body collapse on the sink while he fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own.
He jerked up and emptied himself inside you, along with a few curses under his breath, hands still gripping your waist tightly.
A few minutes passed, the both of you coming down from your high. He pulled out of you, cum dripping down to your thighs. He turned you around to face him, face flushed and glowed with sweats.
“You alright?” Hwajin asked, giving you a sweet kiss.
You mumbled against his mouth, “Never better.”
He looked around, finding your ruined dress and lace on the floor, “I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Yeah?” You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his neck, kissing the corner of his lips.
“Yeah.” He grabbed your ass, pushing you toward him, leaning into your touch. “Jump, let’s get your sweaty ass a bath.”
You giggled and slapped his shoulder, “You stink too, fugly old man!”
“You like that I’m an old man, really.”
“Unfortunately I do. So, could I be yours to claim?”
“Without question, pretty doll.”
