You shivered as soon as you saw the time on the clock:you didn’t want to hangout for that much,you had to work the next day;but,most of all,you didn’t want to hangout alone at such a time.
You weren’t a superstitious person,however,you couldn’t stop thinking about the old tale of the “waltz of the ghosts” your mum used to tell you when you were a kid.
She used to say that,at 3am,ghosts leave the graveyard to “dance their waltz” by haunting humans.
They would either scare them,creep them out or,if they were lucky,just fool around to have fun.
You knew very well that nothing was true,but those thoughts didn’t help you to calm down,otherwise you started fast walking towards your house.
You walked,and walked,and walked;you walked so fast that you didn’t even notice how you dumped into a man who spilled his bottle of Soju on your coat.
“I’m so sorry” he spoke,stepping back and noticing the big stain on the brown cloth
“It’s okay,don’t worry” you smiled nicely.
You looked at him under the dim light of the night:he was quite young and really pretty,but you had to admit that something was…off?
He was pale,thin,and even tho his eyes were shining with a sweet light his aura was odd,almost sinister.
“Let me help you clean it!” he said,trying to be nice
“You don’t have to!” you replied. You didn’t care about that stain,all you wanted was to go home and slide under the warm sheets of your bed
“I insist. It’s my fault,and this coat looks expensive” he said,leading you to a nearby bar. It was small and extremely characteristic.
“I’ll handle this on my own from now on” you talked,walking to the bathroom. It took you a while before successfully get rid of that stain,but,once you were done,you came back to the front where the man was buying himself a new bottle of Soju.
“What’s your name?” He asked as soon as he saw you
“Y/n” you spoke,coldly.
“What a nice name” he smiled
“Thank you I guess. May I ask yours?” you then demanded
“I don’t have one”
At those words you furrowed your eyebrows,confused,but you didn’t insist. You were now completely creeped out by that stranger,so you decided to thank him and leave.
You crossed the road and started speed walking again,head full of thoughts as you sometimes stopped and turned around:you felt like someone was following you, but anytime you found the courage to check no one was there.
With a sigh,you shrugged your shoulders and focused on the street.
Then,suddenly,someone grabbed your arm
You turned around in fear just to notice that man again
“What are you doing here?” you demanded,shrugging his hand off
“We’re going on the same direction” he explained himself.
You didn’t answer as you started walking again. He kept following you,staying a few steps behind.
Something was wrong…he was wrong. He wasn’t just following the same direction as yours,nor he was following you. You felt haunted:his presence was different. He was there but,at the same time,he wasn’t;he was silent,light,you couldn’t even hear his footsteps.
You shivered,turning around to ask him to leave you alone;but when you did he had already disappeared.
You looked around confused,then you noticed a cloth handkerchief on the ground.
You grabbed it,noticing an embroidery on the left corner:
Kim Jongdae
32 Gwanju Street
With a sigh you collected your little finding and went on the marked place the next day,regretting it immediately.
You ended up in the local cemetery and,right in front of you,there was the headstone of the said Kim Jongdae,also known to you as the stranger who spilled his Soju on your coat.
Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)
Words: 1,031
Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: On the fifth day of ficmas, Jackie wrote for me~ So I think this is the first chaptered series I've ever completed on my blog in all the years I've been writing for it, omg!!! This makes me really happy, so I really hope it will for you too!! Left it a bit of an open ending, so you can decide which member it is in the end, hehehe. Hope you all enjoy, feedback is greatly appreciated as always!!
Previous
Approximately two weeks have passed since that entire incident with the clones at the abandoned compound. To say your strike team has been acting different since then would be an understatement. Standing upon the platform overlooking the main base, your gaze trails over each area where a member of your strike team resides.
Currently, both Junmyeon and Jongdae are discussing plans on the best way to stake out a new coven of rogue witches that have appeared on your radar. Baekhyun is sharpening his blades off to the side. Sehun is being scolded by Yixing for aggravating his wound again while Minseok shakes his head at them amusedly from off to the side, and both Chanyeol and Jongin are playing cards at one of the side tables.
Looks like everything is back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be now.
“Hey,” turning your head, you see Kyungsoo walking up to you. “How are you holding up?”
You let out a small sigh, “about as well as you’d expect me to.”
“You seriously need a vacation after everything that’s happened to you recently,” Kyungsoo playfully nudges your arm as he comes to lean against the railing beside you.
“You’re telling me,” you reply. “I still feel like a bomb might go off at any moment, but their actions have really surprised me.
“Honestly,” Kyungsoo lets out a breath, turning around so his back is leaning against the railing now, “me too.”
That hour or so that you were trapped in that room by yourself felt like an eternity. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t break out of your restraints. By the time Jongdae found you, your wrists had been torn apart from the harshness of the bindings tying you down.
You still remember how it all happened.
As soon as you saw Jongdae enter that room, you held your breath, waiting for the inevitable to come. The whole situation was finally over, but at what costs? Was Jongdae going to keep you to himself now? Was everything truly over?
The first thing he did as soon as he reached you was slide your ring on your finger. Your breath had hitched, but probably not in the way he had hoped as he started to untie your restraints. You had said nothing, opting to remain silent as he untied your last binding.
As soon as you were free, you sprang up and away from him, guard on high alert as to what he may do next. Instead, the image that greeted you when you turned around shocked you. It still does, even when you think about it now.
Nothing but regret shone in his eyes, a downturned expression on his face as he angled his body away from you in shame. Even he remained silent, waiting for you to curse him out.
Your team seemed full of surprises that day. Considering each time you thought one of your members would leave their comrades behind to die, they proved you wrong. You think the biggest shock was seeing Junmyeon going back for an almost dead Baekhyun and carrying him back to safety aboard the hover ship.
They changed, and it looks like you weren’t the only one to notice.
“I’m sorry,” Jongdae’s words had caught you off guard, his voice small and barely more than a whisper. At that, he had finally lifted his gaze to meet your own. “This is our fault. All of it, but we are not our clones.”
You didn’t trust him for the moment - couldn’t. However, his words gave you hope. Hope that everything would be okay. Despite what you went through with them and their clones, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to lose them. They’re much too dear to you, anyways.
Not even a day after this whole incident, each of them sought you out or requested your presence, in Sehun’s case since he was bedridden and still recovering from the effects of the poison, to personally apologize to you. You allowed them to speak their piece, bluntly telling them you’d need a little bit of time to decide whether you were comfortable being alone around them once more. In the end, you still forgave them, though. Despite everything, you do care about them, just not in the ways they so badly had hoped; had wanted.
Soon, each of them had also informed you that they were all seeing therapists due to this whole incident. The last thing they want is a repeat of all of this, just with a worse outcome. Besides, if they want to still hold onto the hope that you’ll end up with one of them some day, they need to get better. Not just for their sake, but most importantly, for yours.
Perhaps you should follow in their footsteps and see one of your own. It certainly would help you deal with all of this trauma this past incident has left you with. As much as you love your strike team, your trust in them has gone significantly down. Perhaps it’s all for the best though. Nothing is meant to last forever.
Maybe you should get a cat or something in the meantime to help make you feel less lonely when you’re at home alone. At least then you’d have someone to watch over the house when you’re gone, considering you’ve decided not to move. It’s too much hassle, and led to a lot of complications before. You certainly don’t need that happening again.
“Don’t look now,” Kyungsoo’s voice manages to pull you out of your thoughts, turning to look at him in the next moment. You’ve noticed he’s standing once more in his original position, looking out at the compound just as you are doing. He tilts his chin in a certain direction, nothing but amusement shining behind his eyes, “but it looks like someone still has their eyes on you.”
Sure enough, when you turn to look in the direction he’s pointed you in, you see someone already staring at you. A smirk tugs at their lips, your eyes locking once more with that all too familiar gaze.
A/N: My first Chen writing to celebrate his birthday :)
You had been waiting outside your building for Chen for nearly 10 minutes. He had promised to meet you here for date night, but you were starting to think you might just give up and go back in. No sooner had thought crossed your mind, someone snuck up beside you and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.
You jumped slightly as you looked round and found Chen grinning at you.
"Where have you been?" you asked, trying to be stern, but failing miserably when you couldn't help but smile back.
"Does it matter? I'm here now," he replied, pulling you in for a proper kiss before you could respond.
"You're lucky you're cute," you told him, squeezing his cheek.
He grabbed your hand away from his face and laced his fingers through yours so you could walk to the restaurant hand-in-hand.
"Honestly, I just took longer getting ready than I'd planned for," he explained as the two off you headed off. "I wanted to make sure I was looking my best for you."
"You always look amazing."
"So do you. Especially right now."
"Thanks, I put a lot of effort in too," you said, doing a little pose and making him laugh.
With your hand still in his, he pulled you close again and bringing your hand to his lips pressing a quick kiss to the back of it.
A Drabble
Genre(s): Fluff
Pairing: Jongdae x Reader
Word Count: 662
Starlight sparkles over the water. The carnival at your back flashes neon, delighted screams fizzle out among the crashing waves. Jongdae comes back carrying cotton candy. Melted sugar sticks to his fingers as you pry the stick from his grasp.
You’ve never been to the pier at night. There’s a bench you’ve taken up residency on, Jongdae at your side. The tender night sits tucked tightly in the space between you. Your heart glows warmly. You pluck a piece of cotton candy and let it dissolve on your tongue.
Jongdae nudges you with his shoulder. You glance over to catch him tilting his head back, mouth open.
“Ahhh.”
You reach into his mouth to tickle his tongue.
He splutters, laughing, before schooling his face into a serious expression. He holds a stern finger up.
“No.”
Then he tilts his head back again. You laugh and feed him a piece of cotton candy, feeling his lips close warmly over the tip of your retreating fingers.
“So sweet,” he says, grimacing a little before catching your smile. He automatically smiles back. You kiss his cheek.
“Aww. My little sugar rush.”
**
You sit on the bench after the cotton candy is all gone, swinging your legs back and forth. His warmth brushes your side. You start humming, random notes strung together until you find a little progression you like. Jongdae, next to you, puts words to it. It’s silly and nonsensical, something about a lonely dinosaur growing pansies to sell at the market so he can buy a new friend.
When you stop humming, he grabs your hand and pulls you up. His words gently diminish into a soft thrum of noise and he tugs you, walking backwards.
“What?” you ask. Has it always been this impossible to stop smiling around him?
He shrugs. “Just wanna keep looking at you.”
You groan, horrifically pleased. “You’re so cheesy.”
“I’m cheesy, huh?” His eyesbrows quirk upwards.
“Yeah.”
“Cheesy?!” He bends and wraps his arms low around you, then picks you up and sweeps you in a circle. “Cheesy!”
“Jongdae!” you scream and laugh all at once, your hands clutching at his shoulders.
He stops spinning and holds you there for a moment, looking up at you. “Cheesy, huh,” he repeats, his voice soft and fond.
“Yes,” you say. “Very cheesy.” Then you kiss him on the nose. He closes his eyes when you do, eyes crinkled and lips curled. Pleased. He opens them after a moment, watches you for a heartbeat more, then lets you slide slowly back to earth.
He tilts your head up and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
“I didn’t know the carnival had a new attraction,” you murmur.
He grins roguishly.
“I am a pretty good ride, aren’t I. Handsome, too.”
“And humble to boot,” you add dryly.
The two of you continue walking, making your way off the pier and back onto the beach. You coax Jongdae into a race, but the two of you are still holding hands. The pair of you tumble onto the sand in a domino effect when Jongdae trips over his own feet. The two of you lay there, laughing and panting, for a long moment as you catch your breath. Your hands find each other again, and your fingers interlace.
It’s blissful, this moment so achingly perfect that you miss it already. Far out in the distance, illuminated boats seem to drift on an inky night.
Jongdae shifts beside you, then kneels over you. The brightness of him sweeps over you, eclipsing the moon. You glow there beneath him, the memory of this moment, this night, reflecting between the two of you.
“Still alive over here?” he asks. He squeezes your hand.
“Yes.” You pull in a breath of air, full of the ocean, sunblock, and the lingering sweetness of cotton candy. You squeeze his hand back. “Still alive.”
Group: EXO, (all) Focus on BaekChen
Ch: 1, 2, 3
Words: 1342
Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Summary: Baekhyun and Jongdae should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. Inspired by Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
“It’s settled. Chanyeol will have his time with our little puppy here and the kitten will watch until I feel like he’s had enough. What do you think Kyungsoo?”
Like a second in command, Kyungsoo nods.
“Very well then. But first, the meat has to marinate. Does puppy or kitten know what I mean by that?” Suho waits. Smiles. He loves when the game really gets started, when he gets to give choices to his captives. And he loves it more when they fail miserably. “If you get the answer right, I’ll let ONE of you have a 15-minute head start running away from this place. No one will chase you.”
Chanyeol beams. He loves this game too. Loves the stakes introduced and the suffering that results. “If you guess, and you do have to guess, but answer wrong then we get to choose something special from Daddy’s game jar - and THAT can get a little bloody.” He laughs full-body, hitting Kai, and doubling over. It’s hilarious to him and Jongdae wishes he could slap that smile off Chanyeol’s face because it is anything but funny. It’s sick and twisted, grotesque, and Jongdae wishes that they’d all suffer in hell because who knows what they have done to those who came before. They deserve to pay for all the suffering they’ve caused.
“It means you want us to play lightly, before diving into whatever sick and twisted game you have planned for us.” The disgust is evident in his voice. Kyungsoo’s mouth twitches at that. He loves that Jongdae is getting worked up so easily, loves that Jongdae finds them disgusting. It’s easier to pull out that rage than it is to give confidence. Chanyeol loves building people up and tearing them down. Kyungsoo wants only to pull on the thread and unravel whatever sinister machinations a person naturally holds, some more than others. Jongdae more than Baekhyun.
“Elaborate.” Kyungsoo’s smile is lifted only slightly. He can’t fully hide his excitement about what’s to come - when this little kitten will be whimpering and mewling under his heel.
Suho, on the other hand, sighs, stepping forward, and slaps Jongdae clear across the face. “I. Don’t. Like. Boring. Guests.”
Jongdae’s lips tighten. He breathes in slowly. Out slowly. And Kyungsoo can see it building, closer and closer to the precipice. Jump, he thinks. Jump now kitten. Indulge and light yourself on fire. But as much as that fire is raging inside Jongdae, he swallows it and gives the only answer that, he thinks, would not only satisfy this sadistic “Daddy” but serve as some type of barrier, a way to protect Baekhyun and himself. “You want me and Baekhyun hyung to play with each other, strip for you, and leave marks on each other. Right… Daddy?” The bile threatens to come up but he smiles, his eyes lighting up, the smile not quite reaching them, but it’s such a brilliant smile with wonderfully curled lips that Daddy pays no mind and grins at his kitten finally playing their game. Suho himself was waiting to see if the kitten would come up with a creative answer and he did. A little tug and pull for the reluctant ones always work.
“Baekhyunie puppy. Come here.” He motions to Baekhyun who is sitting on Chanyeol’s lap, eyes wide and teary, bouncing reluctantly by the waist as Chanyeol stimulates himself with the smaller body. “Kitten, stand up.” He reaches out to touch Jongdae’s lips, making a mental note to lick and suck on them later. “Face each other. Make it interesting. This is the only direction you get. And no, you don't get a 15-minute head start because you pissed me off kitten. Now play.”
“And remember” Chanyeol chimes up, hand rubbing against his pants to stimulate the area Baekhyun no longer occupied. “Daddy doesn’t like boring guests.”
Jongdae reaches out to Baekhyun, holding his hands, the warmth of his hands spreading to Baekhyun’s own, and mustering up a smile “It’s okay Baek. We can do this. It’s you and me. Always. What can’t we do if we’re together?” Baekhyun nods, allowing Jongdae’s efforts to reassure him. “Just follow my lead hyung and kiss my forehead or hand to signal if you’re uncomfortable, okay? No matter what happens, I love you.”
Baekhyun smiles, tired but genuine. “I love you too Jongdae. It’s us, right? Together?”
Jongdae nods an affirmation before grabbing Baekhyun’s neck, bringing their lips together in a silent crash that has Baekhyun’s eyes widening as Jongdae parts the older’s mouth, tasting him without reserve. “You taste sweet Baekhyunie. Your taste fits your personality.” He kisses down Baekhyun’s mouth to his chin and slender neck, biting along the way gently as he lifts up the older’s shirt revealing soft skin, smooth and unblemished. Skin that he’s sure the others are making mental note of to twist, pull, bite, and mark. Skin they’ll want to make their own or at least leave an imprint that they’ve touched. But for now, this skin is Baekhyun’s and his own. Baekhyun too reaches out, unbuttoning Jongdae’s shirt, breath hitching at the intimacy of a moment he’d never imagine sharing with his best friend. Jongdae’s skin is smooth and unblemished like Baekhyun’s, both boys having small beauty marks that decorate their canvas. They take the liberty to kiss each other's freckled orchestration, careful and loving. Attentive. Gentle. Doting kisses along arms, hands, necks, anywhere skin, and vulnerability grant a touch.
It’s Baekhyun who goes down to his knees first, peppering kisses down Jongdae’s neck to his chest and stomach, pulling his pants down slowly but deliberately, fingers wrapped around the waistband sending shocks that shiver across Jongdae’s body. There’s a pause as Baekhyun and Jongdae acknowledge the moment of evolution in their relationship, one they can never take back, one they had to sacrifice by force. A silent avowal that their actions and this moment forward is a choice, both willingly submitting their bodies to the other. They take off Jongdae’s boxers together, hands clasping each others as Baekhyun wraps his lips around Jongdae’s length. Slowly. Deliberately. He moves Jongdae’s hands to his head, signaling for the contact that he knows Jongdae is craving. And Jongdae takes it. His fingers fasten their grip in Baekhyun’s hair as Baekhyun’s fingers tighten their grip on Jongdae’s thighs, stopping only momentarily to look up and tell Jongdae “You taste sweet Jongdae, like your personality.” They share a smile, their first one with some of the heaviness of the night removed. Jongdae moves Baekhyun’s head forward, gently, as Baekhyun bobs in and out, his tongue now licking strips up Jongdae’s length. Playful. Teasing. Alternating between teasing the tip and taking Jongdae in fully, both forgetting they’re entertainment; the focus being only each other. And so they continue. Jongdae’s hands in Baekhyun’s hair, never being too forceful with him. And Baekhyun licking, sucking, teasing Jongdae. They take their time with each other, savoring perhaps the only peaceful moment they'll have the entire night.
Once Baekhyun can tell Jongdae’s close, he takes him in as much as possible, as deep as possible, allowing Jongdae to control the speed of his own pleasure. He cums with Baekhyun on his knees, hands clasped to Jongdae’s thighs, his own hands gripping Baekhyun’s hair as he cums hard down the older's throat. He thinks it’s beautiful how Baekhyun takes everything he has to offer him, swallows affectionately, and rests his head on Jongdae’s thighs. He runs his hands through Baekhyun’s hair and bends down to kiss him gently, resting their heads together and waiting for the moment they both know is coming.
It doesn't come quickly. Instead, Suho lets them rest together. They’ve earned it. Their moment was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It’s wasn't just a show to appease him, he figures. No, there is something between these boys even if they don't realize it themselves. They’re special. One of a kind. And they're his. After what he’d witnessed, there wasn’t a chance he’d ever let them go.
➳ published: 12.12.19
➳ gif credit: @baekphia
➳ ceo!au || escort!au || genre: smut || rated: m
➳ pairing: exo x reader
➳ summary: You’d do absolutely anything for the right price - even be a call girl for nine of Seoul’s most eligible bachelors.
➳ word count: 1.6k
➳ warnings: threesome with fem, voyeurism, controlling in the bedroom, oral (fem receive)
Mini Masterlist || Prologue || Kyungsoo | Junmyeon >
Jongdae sits at a table, coffee warming his hands as he waits for you to arrive. He hums softly to the elevator music, tapping the side of the mug to the beat, with a soft smile on his face. He knows you’ll be punctual; you don’t seem like the type to make him wait and he greatly admires punctuality, and he cannot wait to see if you brought a friend with you. He’s been thinking about this for a while, unsatisfied with how things seem to play out in the bedroom when he’s asked lovers to do such a thing; your agreement with him and the other men has proven to be something extremely useful especially when he’s heard such wonderful things about you.
There’s a little chime of the bell and Jongdae looks up, eyes sparkling in delight when he sees you walking in with a beautiful friend holding your hand. He stands to meet you, kissing your cheek before introducing himself to your friend who seems starstruck, “you’re the man who started up the performing arts school with Kim Junmyeon.” She begins to ramble about how much she wanted to become an actress before going into the escort business.
“Well, maybe when today is over, if you do well, I can talk to Junmyeon and see what he has available,” you can’t help but smile at his generosity. “But first, why I asked you here.”
To say you were surprised by his request is an understatement, Kim Jongdae did not beat around the bush with what he wanted and you couldn’t help but find a little excitement in what he was asking. It’s not every day that a client will add another party to the bedroom - let alone sit in a chair and do nothing but command you.
Jongdae sits back, fully clothed while he tells you and Irene what to do; you sit on the bed beside her, still dressed, while facing Jongdae before he tells you to look at each other, to caress her face while looking deep into her eyes before kissing her. He controls the speed, the sensuality, and you can tell that Irene is a lot more submissive than you are when she begins to shiver and moan at the way your tongue explores her mouth. “She’s such a good girl for you, isn’t she?” You can hear the arousal in his tone and Jongdae licks his lips as he taps his finger on the arm of the chair, trying to keep himself in control. “Y/N, massage her breasts over her shirt,” you softly massage the mound, not breaking the kiss as you grow more dominant and have Irene pushing her breasts into your hand, her nipple growing harder under her shirt.
Following his instructions, you break the kiss to pull her shirt off, pushing her down and attaching your lips to her perky breasts; you love the way he praises you, praises her for being so obedient and you want to look back to see what he’s doing but with the way he’s sounding, the dominance in his voice that grows with each instruction - you know he’ll join shortly. Jongdae feels his cock twitch in his pants, his hands rubbing along his thighs as he denies himself; his eyes darken as he listens to the way Irene reacts to your touches and watches how well you behave to everything that he tells you to do. There’s something about watching, something about seeing you do everything that he tells you to do without any complaints that really turns him on and Jongdae has never managed to find someone that is so willing to do such things while he sits close by and watches.
He always wants to join but there’s this thrill in watching, in seeing the fantasies in his head being played out in front of him before he touches the masterpiece and enjoys the beauty he creates.
“How does she taste?” Jongdae asks, leaning forward to stop himself from releasing his cock as he listens to the sweet mewls that escape Irene’s lips.
Licking a slow, languid strip along her spread lips, you hum at how wet she is before answering Jongdae, “she tastes delightful, so moist and ready for someone to fuck her silly.” She moans at your words, hand tangling in your hair as she begins to slowly grind against your face.
Chuckling, Jongdae begins to eye your round ass that’s swaying in the air, “oh no, Y/N, it’s not her I’m going to fuck.” You pause, looking back at him while Irene whines at the loss of your mouth, “I can see how drenched your panties are, how turned on you are and you haven’t been touched yet. The fact that you get to be in control is extremely arousing for you and God, watching you, having you obey me without any questions is just as arousing for me.” Jongdae stands up and you can see the outline of his hard member straining against his pants. “I’m going to fuck you while you bring her to the orgasm she’s desperately wanting.”
For a sweet looking man who sings like an angel, Jongdae is commanding in the bedroom.
You continue to eat Irene out, slowly and making sure her orgasm doesn’t come too quickly; she grows frustrated with the speed but you don’t care because with every article of clothing that you can hear drop to the ground, you shiver in anticipation because your aching pussy is finally going to get fucked. Jongdae’s hand slowly caresses your ass, pulling down your ruined panties before he runs two fingers along your slit and murmurs about how wet you are. You moan when he pushes them inside you, your lips circled around Irene’s clit which causes her to whine at the sensation as you add two fingers into her core.
“Keep pace with me,” he whispers against the back of your neck, eyes locked in on your fingers as he slowly begins to finger fuck you while watching you do the same to Irene. “I want you to fuck her at the same pace I fuck you,” your pussy clenches at his words and he smirks before getting himself ready to enter your pink, soaking wet core.
He penetrates slowly, the sigh that he releases as he enters you completely complements the moan you try and stifle as you flick your tongue against Irene’s clit while she begins to let out a string of curses as her orgasm approaches. You do as you’re told, keeping pace as Jongdae slowly begins to fuck you and you find yourself struggling to hold back your own moans as his thrusts become faster and harder. “Fuck,” you cry out, pumping your fingers fast and enjoying the way that Irene thrashes about in front of you as she cums, her pussy clenching tightly around your fingers while your own orgasm build quickly, “Jongdae, I’m so close.”
His eyes sparkle at the way Irene looks, her hair a mess and her lips bitten but what he enjoys the most is how you look. Your body is shaking, breathing heavy as you bury your face between Irene’s legs and try to stop yourself from screaming. “No, no,” he tries to keep his voice steady but the way you look, the way you’re falling apart because of him, has him struggling to keep himself together. “I want to hear you scream, I want to see you cum, watch the pleasure flow through you, let me see.” You look up at him and let out a cry of his name when he thrusts a little harder - pushing you both towards the climax you desperately want.
“Jongdae,” you moan out, feeling the coil about to break while Irene brushes your hair out of your face, “fuck- I’m-” You scream as the wave of pleasure rushes through your veins and your arms and legs shake at the intensity, Jongdae lets out a low groan, releasing inside you and pulling out quickly to watch his cum slowly leak out your pulsating pussy.
You collapse and Jongdae flips you over, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath as you try and calm down your heart, “clean her up, won’t you?” He flashes Irene a sweet smile before sitting back down in his chair and watches her take care of you.
The sound of your phone vibrating is enough to wake you up, your body still exhausted as you sit up and gently move the two bodies off you - Jongdae paying you and Irene for more of your time caused you both to fall asleep in his bed with him. You narrow your eyes at the light before answering the call, “good evening, Mr. Kim.” You stifle a yawn, shuffling off the side of the bed and walking towards the bathroom, “how may I be of service?”
“Are you with Jongdae?” You hum in confirmation, “are you free tomorrow?”
Cleaning yourself up with a warm cloth, you answer simply, “yes.”
“Come with Jongdae to the school tomorrow, I have a meeting in the morning with Kim Jongin but then I have the rest of the day off - you’ll be my company afterwards.” Junmyeon doesn’t leave room to argue but you wouldn’t anyway.
You nod, even though he can’t see you, “of course, Mr. Kim, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
You don’t see the smile on his face, the plan for the day already playing out in his mind, “that’s a good girl, make sure to wear something...pretty...I want to be able to show you off.” Hanging up the phone, you head back to the bed where Jongdae has Irene basically curled up on his chest; hanging up the phone, Junmyeon leans back and texts Jongin because he knows his younger friend likes to have some fun.
Oh, and fun it’ll be.
Profile:
➳ Kim Jongdae || Co-Founder of the Kim Performing Arts School and CEO of Sundae Music Entertainment || 21 September 1992 || Virgo
➳ Stylish but casual
➳ Sweet and warm man who tends to have a more controlling side
➳ Voyeur, commanding, loves to watch, wanted a third party to join
➳ Night: during the day, after coffee then into the night
➳ Trophies: extra money for the overstay
Disclaimer: This series has mentions of abduction and violence that vary from chapter to chapter. Trigger warnings will be added before updates as needed.
