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linoshan · 3 years

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hi may i request a hard dom minho smut with a fluffy aftercare ending? thank youu

of course lovely :) please enjoy

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[10:35] “minho!” yelling out his name loudly as he continued to roughly pound into you. your legs thrown over his shoulders, pulling harshly against the restraints that held your wrists up to the bed frame.

his large hands gripped and pulled harshly at your hips, pulling you down onto him even though the restraints holding your arms would allow it, stretching you down harshly. a thin layer of sweat covered body of your bodies, the smell of sex surrounded you. your loud yells of pleasure never stopped almost like you weren’t breathing.

minho growling, his mouth open, and his teeth pushed together, grinding against each other harsh enough to give him a headache though - you were sure that wasn’t on his radar. it’s that one face he makes when he’s having fun dancing, that one face he always makes when he sexy dances for the other members, and how it turns you on.

arching your back off the bed, successfully being able to push yourself down onto him, now when he trusted up into you his pelvis pushed harshly against your clit, only intensifying the feeling through your body.

a large knot forming in your stomach, pulling at your stomach making you feel sick though for an unknown reason to you only made the pleasure intensify. butterflies flying from your core, flying to the tips of your toes all the way to the tips of your fingers. your arms had gone completely numb from pulling at the restraints for so long, finally giving up on ‘pulling’ your arms free.

your legs already feel tired from flexing so much, feeling your body grow weak, completely at the disposal of him now, unable to fight back. fluttering your eyes shut your moans never slowed. your sore pussy throbbing against him only making him go faster, growling loudly, forcing his eyes to stay open so he could look at your cowering form.

“already tired, baby? we're not done yet…” his words came out sickly sweet, only pushing you to move your tired body to fight back. once again trying to pull yourself from the handcuffs, digging harshly into your skin, starting to feel like they were bleeding.

“you’re pathetic,” he told you simply, his voice rough as he fought off the urge to spit on you, though he knew you would take it, you were just a slut to this side of him.

angling his hips upwards, pulling all the way out, and then in one swift motion, he thrust himself all the way back in, hitting directly on your g-spot then preceding to hit your cervix slightly making your body flinch, screaming at the pleasure. every muscle in your body flexed at once as he watched your face with a sick smile, watching as tears trailed down your face, your eyes crossed as your body shook.

“m-minho! ah! minho!” you could feel the tears stain your cheeks completely wetting your face with your own salty tears. “right there! please minho! right there!” arching your back, trying to fling yourself against his body though failing as he held you down in multiple ways.

“right here? tell me how much you fucking need it slut.” he leaned over your body, growling into your ear, his once long hard thrusts starting to become slow and shallow, barely even runting into you making you cry out, choking on a sob, moans coming from you at an unsteady pace, trying to catch your breath but he wouldn’t let you.

“m-minho! p-please!” your voice cracked, ending your sentence with a loud high pitched moan. “i-i need it! please! i-i’ve been so good please!” your plea ended with another plea, small ‘please’-es were coming out of your mouth over and over again, unable to do anything else against his harsh attacks.

“i’m gonna make sure you can’t fucking walk.” one more harsh growl came from his throat, groaning lowly, letting the pleasure finally get to him. he leaned over your body once again, making sure that your legs were touching your stomach, touching completely as you felt your legs begin to go numb as well, making sure your body was tight in his hold, he continued to thrust at his harsh pace once again, starting randomly making you cry out in pleasure.

tearing his left hand from your hip, when he was concentrated on something he tended to just use his left hand like when he was a child. bringing his now free hand down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles in your clit pushing hard adding pleasure making you clench around him tightly making him hiss in pleasure.

leaning back from you, continuing to pound you, using his right hand to hold your legs down, still using his left hand to rub painfully fast circles into your clit, sending bursts of pleasure to your core. the knot in your stomach becoming so tight that it had finally snapped.

“ah! minho! a-ah!” your high pitched screams filled the room, starting to feel your body twitch as your orgasm started, your body once again feeling like you were being poked by a million little needles at once, arching your back and shutting your eyes tight, your moans loud as he took his hand off your clit and legs, throwing his body down to lay on you, holding you in a tight hug. his lips pushing kisses against your neck, sucking slightly. his arms wrapping completely around your body, holding you so tight you couldn’t even squirm, making your orgasm all the more intense.

your breath picking up, continuing to let out moans, screaming his name and nonsense that even he couldn’t understand. feeling you kick and push against him unintentionally, of course, he continued thrusting into you, holding you so tight to your chest, your sweaty bodies sticking to each other, your breasts no longer bouncing in his hold.

your toes arching, your legs shaking along with your arms, stretching your neck so your head was tilted to the side and upwards so he had complete access to your skin. letting out one last moan as your body fell limp in his arms, tired and completely unable to do anything as he continued to thrust into your now cum-filled pussy, making him groan against your neck, making you shiver. going numb completely from head to toe, unable to feel anything that he was doing to you anymore.

only a few more minutes passed before he groaned loudly, sending a vibration through your body letting out a soft whine as he had stopped moving, letting out all of his hot cum inside of you, filling you up completely. both of you breathing loudly as he was first to recollect himself.

pushing his own body up so he stayed on his knees letting your body go. pulling out of you, watching as all of your combined juices fall out of you, your body not moving at all, having to pull your legs down to sit on the bed straight for you.

letting out a sigh as your legs were finally being stretched out normally, waiting for him to undo your wrists so you could let your arms down by your side. and doing just so, nicely setting your arms by your sides, letting you lay peacefully without any interruptions.

“are you okay baby? is anything wrong?” this is how he always ended, a soft look on his face - almost like he was pouting and it was the most adorable thing ever - he started to rub your body from head to toe, listening to all of your mumbles.

“m-my arms are numb….” you whispered to him, unable to move your body, letting him move you for you.

“just rest for a few seconds, if the feeling doesn’t come back in a minute or so tell me okay?” he sounded worried, but tried to think optimistically about this. “do you want to take a bath baby?” you nodded your head, almost like a child.

“alright, let's go then…” he threaded his arms around your body, holding you in a bridal hold, close to his body like always, a little habit he had -anyone who seemed to depend on him like you and jisung he always held close to them to protect them from harm's way- making you feel warm inside.

setting you on the counter of the bathroom, starting a hot bath for the both of you, it had to be the most relaxing bath you had ever taken, minho holding you tightly, letting you rest against his chest as you both sat in comfortable silence, finally relaxing, he really was the best.

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Exchange // Han Jisung

Pairing: sub!Han Jisung/reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: femdom, vibrators, restraints, edging games, orgasm denial, teasing, CFNM, embarrassment, Christmas themed smut

A/N: this is my work for the Smutmas Collab hosted by @clandestine-lixie. So sorry I'm posting this so late in the day, but it's still Christmas in some time zones lol. This is also the first fic I'm writing for a group not nct, so I hope you all enjoy! Sending a very Merry Christmas to you all.

This work is completely fictional. Feedback is welcome. Hate will be blocked. Thank you!

In hindsight, you should've known better than to do Secret Santa with eight wild and unpredictable boys.

You're all sitting on the floor of your apartment, gathered around in a circle as you sit with the mysterious presents gathered in the middle. It was a tradition you had done with them for ages; exchanging gifts anonymously with one another as you go in a circle unwrapping some of the best surprises.

You feel yourself grow excited as your turn starts to near, and you all but squeal when it's finally your time. You look through the presents quickly, finding your box and sliding it across the floor in front of you.

It's a decent size, wrapped in the pretty blue foil paper that you told Jisung about the other day, hoping the news would make its way to the correct giftgiver, and it seems it did. You beam as you tear through the shiny paper, excited to see what your giftgiver bought for you.

"Let's see what one of you got me," you say as you chuckle and open the box, reaching inside to pull out the contents and showcase each gift.

You pull out a sweater first. It's a beautiful forest green color with a cute pattern on it, and you hold it up to your body to show it off before folding it and placing it to the side.

You pull out a pair of heels next, black with intricate straps criss crossing over the top. You gasp when you see them, pulling them out and showing them to the boys.

It's Changbin who speaks, chuckling under his breath as he looks at them.

"Sexy," he mutters. "Someone's trying to get you all dressed up, huh?"

You weren't looking up when he made the comment, but you swear you heard one of the boys choke at his words.

You ignore him, continuing to pull things out of the box. You pull out a beautiful leather notebook next, small and bound and perfect. You set it down gently, shocked that there's still things left in the box, but excited to see what's left.

"Damn, how much money did one of you spend on me?" You ask aloud as you pull out what appears to be studio grade headphones.

None of them answer, but you do make note of their reactions. Some of them are looking at the presents with wide eyes and shocked expressions, as if they're having the same thought as you.

So it wasn't any of them.

"Okay, there's only one thing left," you say, anxious to see what's hidden under the tissue paper in the box.

"So a sweater, shoes, a notebook, headphones and... What the hell?"

You almost consider against holding up the last present in the box, but your hands move on their own accord as you remove the item from the tissue paper and hold it up for everyone to see. You're sure that the question is evident on your face.

Who in the hell would get you a wand vibrator?

You don't think that you can be more shocked in that moment, but you're quickly proven wrong when all of their heads turn straight to stare at Jisung.

You're not able to stop your eyes from widening at the realization. It's no secret that you were comfortable with your friends, and that you had talked about your past sexual experiences with them, but Jisung was always the one who got blushy, or found a way to quickly change the topic if you were talking about it for too long. So why would he gift you this?

His ears get red immediately, and you could see the panic on his face. When he speaks, his voice is frantic.

"I got you a necklace," he all but exclaims. "I swear I did. Minho must've put that in there when he wrapped it for me."

Before you even get a chance to say anything, Minho bursts out laughing, falling over as he takes entirely too much pleasure in Jisung's embarrassment.

"You asshole," Jisung says in Minho's direction, but the older boy is enjoying it all too much to care.

You roll your eyes at the scene, picking all of your presents up and stuffing them back into the box as you speak.

"You guys are crazy."

You run into Minho later when he comes into the kitchen while you're cleaning dishes. The rest of the boys are arguing over what Christmas movie to watch, and they enlisted Minho to be the one to get the snacks for them.

"Did you have to torture him like that?" You ask when he notices you're in the room. "Jisung was so embarrassed, more embarrassed than me, and I was the one who got the present."

Minho just chuckles as he leans into the fridge and grabs the bowl of popcorn you made earlier.

"Yeah, it was hilarious," he says, and you roll your eyes at him.

"Plus," he continues. "It was a great prank to pull on him, especially cuz of those heels he bought you, and that dream he had. Man, his face was priceless when you pulled that out."

"What dream?" You ask, and Minho freezes.

It's in that moment that you both realize he said something he wasn't supposed to. His eyes go wide, and you cut him off before he tries to backtrack.

"What dream, Minho?"

"He didn't tell you?"

"No?"

"He said he was gonna tell you."

"Well, he didn't," you say, starting to get irritated, but also curious at what your friend is implying.

"What dream, and how did it have to do with heels and a vibrator?"

You hear Seungmin call him, and he darts out of the kitchen before you get a chance to corner him. You sigh, but you can't stop your mind from wandering, trying to figure out exactly what Minho meant.

Did he mean what you thought he meant?

You're distracted during the entire movie, much more concerned with the one playing out in your head instead. You had always wondered if Jisung had a little bit of a crush on you, but you were never sure for certain, and were never willing to risk your friendship to ask him. But with this new information, you were starting to rethink that.

Jisung goes to the bathroom when the movie ends, and the boys all rush themselves out of your house. You try to get them to wait for Jisung, but they refuse. It's only when Minho comes up to you, telling you that he thinks you and Jisung should talk, did you realize why.

You're trying on your new heels when Jisung makes his way out of the bathroom, looking around and trying to figure out where his friends went.

"They left," you offer, not looking up as you work to buckle the shoes.

"Assholes," he mutters under his breath, moving to the couch and plopping down onto it.

He pulls out his phone, most likely to work on calling an Uber since he didn't drive to your house. But you don't let him get that far, standing up and walking over to him slowly.

"Hey Jisung," you start, and it immediately pulls his attention away from his phone. He tries to be subtle, but you see the way he scans you up and down, and you watch the way his Adam's apple bobs when he forces himself to swallow.

"What do you think of the heels?" You ask, watching the way his brain seems to almost short circuit at the sight of you in them. When he speaks, his voice sounds hoarse.

"They look really good," he says quietly, refusing to meet your eyes as he squirms around slightly.

Unsatisfied with his reaction, you walk closer until you're right in front of him. You call his name, and it catches his attention again. His head shoots up to look at you, and you can't help but think how small he looks like this.

You can't help yourself, and you love the way his eyes go wide when you sink down onto him, slowly straddling his legs as you grab his phone from his hands and toss it to the side. He doesn't know where to look, eyes flying wildly around your figure, and he looks as if he's scared you'll disappear if he even does so much as blinks.

"Minho told me that you dreamed of me," you say, and you relish in the way his cheeks heat up.

"I'm gonna kill him," he mutters, looking away from you.

You reach your hand up, placing a finger under his chin and redirecting his attention back to you. He stares up at you with parted lips, looking almost in awe of the fact that this was actually happening.

"Don't worry about him," you say, letting your voice drop in tone as you watch his eyes cloud over in lust. "But I do want to know what the dream was about."

He caves immediately, squeezing his eyes shut as he tentatively grips your hips. His words come out breathy and strained when he speaks.

"You. This. Please."

You lean in and kiss him, lips crashing harshly against each other, but neither of you can be bothered to care. He lets you overpower him easily, not even putting up a fight as your tongue works its way into his mouth. You swallow the little whimpers that leave his throat, and you can't help but feel him get excited against the fabric of your jeans.

You grind down onto him, and he pulls away to let out a loud moan at the simple action. His cheeks heat up immediately, but you don't give him the chance to be embarrassed for long, continuing the motion of your hips and drawing more beautiful sounds from his lips.

He panics when you move off of him, reaching out for you and trying to follow your lips with his own. You grab his wrist instead, pulling him up off the sofa and towards your bedroom. When he enters the space, you close the door behind you and lead him inside until he's standing by your bed.

It's wonderful how pliant he is for you, allowing you to easily push him down against the mattress and climb on top of him. You lean down to kiss him again, and his arms wrap around your body as he reaches up to play with the ends of your hair.

"Tell me more about this dream," you whisper against his lips, and he shudders. You can feel the embarrassment radiating off of him, and you know that he's hesitant about telling you.

But it's when your kisses trail down to his neck that he given in.

"It was this," he breathes out, voice shaky from the way you're affecting him. "You had me tied up and you were being mean to me, and you were wearing heels like that and it was so hot."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Was the vibrator involved?"

He doesn't answer that one, and you know from his hesitance and from the way his eyes basically cross that you're right.

You climb off of him, and he protests, letting out little no's as you move. You rub his arm soothingly to calm him down.

"I'm gonna go get a couple things," you tell him. "I'll be right back. But I want to see you the way you were in your dream when I come back, okay?"

He nods harshly, and you smile at him, leaning down to plant one last kiss on his plush lips before moving off the bed and leaving the room.

You rush to get the things you need, grabbing them in your hand and running back to Jisung. When you get back, he's lying on the bed, naked and looking at you with bright lust filled eyes. You almost want to groan at the sight.

You come back around to the bed and drop the items there, and you watch the way his eyes scan over the items: Christmas lights, a condom, and the vibrator Minho had gotten on your behalf.

"Was this involved in your dream?" You ask, holding up the wand and waving it in front of his face. He whimpers as he nods.

"Perfect."

You climb back on top of him, grabbing the lights in one hand and his wrists in the other. You don't wrap them around him tight; loose enough to keep his circulation going but tight enough for him to remember they're there. You don't anticipate it being a problem anyway.

When you're done wrapping it around his wrists, you grab the vibrator and lean over, plugging both items into the wall. The lights flicker on, bathing the room and Jisung in a colorful glow, and you're not sure you've seen a more breathtaking sight.

He's not expecting it when you wrap your hand around his length, and his whole body shudders at the feeling. You move your fist, and immediately his wrists tug at the string lights, wanting to reach out to touch you.

But he can't. He's not in charge here.

"Be good for me," you say tenderly, bringing your hand up to circle your thumb against the head of his dick. "Can you do that?"

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linoshan · 3 years

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Proud to say I am a whore for these two

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linoshan · 3 years

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you’re mine ♡ l.minho

contains: explicit smut, enemies to lovers, lil bit of angst? possessive minho, praise/degradation kink, spit kink (cum play), oral (m rec), fingering (f rec), unprotected sex, talk of pain kink, creampie.

word count: 5.9k (I couldn’t stop it just kept going)

a/n: this one is very dear to me, i hope you guys like it! let me know :)

lee minho.

a man who is the textbook definition of the biggest asshole you’ve ever met. a man who irritates you with just his mere presence. a man who you still love but refuse to fall back into.

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linoshan · 3 years

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you ever just want lino to lay you down on a table and hold your thighs open wide while he fucks you really hard and deep... all while putting on a pretty show for him of your tits bouncing with every thrust, fingers in your mouth while you drool around them, staring at his perfect face w your eyes glossed over from how fucked out you are... maybe even wearing black fuzzy kitten ears and a matching collar with a bell on it that rings in time with the bounce of your tits... or is that just me LOL

that is absolutely NOT just you anon i am also in this boat and holy SHIT, my dude. i very rarely turn Feral for lino but shit like this pushes me to the edge. just... him leaning over your jostling body, two fingers shoved in your mouth while his eyes dart from your fucked out face to the bell jingling on your collar to your chest, all the while his gaze is glassy with pleasure but his lips are quirked up in that signature smirk of his. “you were made to take my cock, weren’t you my pretty kitty?”

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linoshan · 3 years

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[9:04 pm]

han jisung x female reader (smut)

warnings: sub!jisung, dom!reader, swearwords, masturbation, face sitting (oral)

wc: 1 k

enjoy <3

“I cant fucking believe you ji” you groan angrily as you step into your apartment, your boyfriend following you.

“I’m sorry! she asked me, what was I supposed to say?” he snickers.

“ you think this is funny?” you slam your purse on the kitchen counter as you turn around to him.

“do you know what kind of stuff I have to listen to now, the next time she calls? Fuck” you slide of your heels.

“its not that bad y/n, were adults, of course we’re having sex” jisung tries calming you down as he takes off his shoes as well.

“yeah but my mother doesn’t need to know that!!…god, you know she’s a couple therapist” you stomp off into your bedroom.

He follows you silently, slowly starting to feel sorry for the rather obscene things he had said when your mother asked if your sex life was good.

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linoshan · 3 years

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saw this on instagram now i can’t stop imagining hyunjin <3

no thoughts,, just hyunjin with these piercings

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linoshan · 3 years

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can u do an enemy to lovers au with han jisung where they are in a hidden fwb relationship? thank u~ 🥺

I really look some creative liberties with this one HA but the product...hehe, I hope that you enjoy it love! I also kinda accidentally made it a period piece??? Like 50′s-60′s? Idk how this happened but the vibe and the music I was listening to while writing really put me in that mood haha

blue velvet | reader x jisung |

Paring: self insert, non-binary reader x han jisung

Genre: smut n’ angst

Tags: stripper!jisung, stripper!reader, bi!jisung, enemies (competitors) to lovers, secret relationship, friends with benefits, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, degrading names, choking, spanking, v mild spit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you slippity slap it friends), creampie, cum eating, scratching, oral (reader receiving) semi-public sex, hello yes this one is kinda filthy ooooops

Word count: 3.2k

Recommended listening: Blue Velvet by Bobby Vinton

Fuck. It’s hot in here. Too fucking hot.

Reconnaissance. That’s what you were doing. It was fucking disgusting. Everyone in the room was just as fake as the pleather belts that held their guts in. You had never seen anything more embarrassing in your whole life. Desperation was sweating off the walls and sunk into your skin. It made you feel sick.

You scoffed and took a long sip from your drink.

“One more?” An attentive maître d' asked you--if he could even been called that in a place like this.

You covered your hand over your glass. You refused to pay for any more of that cheap tasting shit.

Next to you a rapt group of men in suits wagged their tails at the view. She wasn’t even very pretty.

Rolling your eyes, you scoped out the rest of the room, adorned in red velvet and gold nearly everywhere. What was this? A high school musical? Even those had more class than this place.

You checked your sliver wristwatch lined by dainty diamonds. You always did like gifts. Too bad rarely anyone would get anything in return.

The girls on the stage twirled around, giving the audience the best view that they could, tiger-prowling to those waving bills in their grabby hands. They were tanned and fashioned into strappy and lacy pieces that looked like they all must have shared them. Pathetic.

“You come here often?”

He swirled some clear looking liquid in his crystal glass, the little string of olives clinking the side.

“Are you speaking to me?”

“No, I’m talking to them.” He head nodded to the same group of greasy businessmen. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“It’s my first time...and likely my last.”

“Huh. Tough critic.”

He didn’t look like the rest of them. Younger, reeking less of starved attention. He had golden blonde hair, and a silk white shirt unbuttoned far into a deep V. He was toned: the muscles on his arms were visible under the thin fabric and his abs made a show thanks to the abandonment of buttons. He wore dress pants perfectly fitted for his thighs. He was...attractive...but not your type.

“What’s not to like? Beautiful people, drinks to make you forget your mistakes? Not your scene?”

You rested your chin in your palm. “It’s my scene, but not this scene.”

“Suit yourself.” He took another swing, pivoting his body towards you, legs spread wide. “I think I know someone who can change you mind though.”

“In this place? Unlikely.”

“Come on...just stay a little bit longer and they’ll come out. They’re the last act of the night for a reason.” He signaled to the maître d' and whispered something into his ear. “Drinks on me. If you’ll stay?”

“Free drinks?” You put down your empty glass. “I suppose I can’t say no to that.”

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It was thirty minutes till closing, and you had stayed much longer than you had liked. After all the drinks you had to pass the time, you were starting to feel a little buzz, but nothing much really phased you these days. You started to wonder if he had been pulling some kind of prank. Nothing you had seen was what he had hyped it up to be.

The lights dimmed behind you, making the room dark enough for the tiny white candles at the tables to provide the only light. Spotlights flashed on from behind you too, illuminating the U shaped stage. With the lights, the music faded into something much more sultry.

The first two girls stepped out, both of them wearing white sets that were nearly identical with sheer robes. Two others stepped out after them, this time wearing red and black. It was the same thing you had been seeing all night.

The spotlight tightened.

It was him.

He was wearing a button down and those same pants, everything seemed so tight on him, accentuating every curve of his body. Strangely, when he walked out, he was greeted with wolf-whistles and hoots. He winked back at his spectators, nearly falling out of their chairs to see him better. It was even stranger considering the audience was filled with men.

He walked around the girls on stage as if he was inspecting them, his eyes eating up every bit of their skin. He confidence was unparalleled. He would run his hands down their sides, digging his fingers into their hips. They circled around him until his body was covered with their hands, teasing the audience, just barely touching around his dick, which with his pants...there was little room for imagination.

Silent moans left his lips once they started undressing him giving him their full attention. The cheers grew even louder. Before long, he was nearly fully undressed swaying to the music. He wore nothing special, just some briefs, like any normal person would. It was...confusing.

He took turns “giving attention” to every girl, looking at them like he worshiped the ground the walked on. They would grind their bodies together, or he would pick them up in his arms, and they would wrap their long legs around him. He would pantomime fucking them from behind, screwing up his face as if he really was. Everyone went crazy for that.

It didn’t last for very long and the lights soon went all the way down, leaving the stage scattered with sweating bodies, panting as if they had just cum, entangling themselves all in eachother.

You were a bit unenthused, but it was different. There was something about him that was different.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Were the drinks enough for you?” His voice called to you just as you were about to leave. This time, he returned wearing the same silk shirt.

“I hope that I didn’t make you pay for too many.” You pouted with faux empathy.

“And the show?” He grinned a little.

“Interesting. Considering a place like this.”

He laughed a little. “I help with...the imagination.”

“So they pretend that you’re them. I’ll admit, it’s smart.”

“You’d be surprised, somedays I get more male customers compared to most of the girls here.” He bit his lip as if recalling a memory. “They pay well too, pay for whatever they aren’t getting at home. Who am I do deny them that when it’s my job?

“You sleep with them?”

“The ones I like.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“Can be. In a good way.” He let out a sharp laugh. “So. Did I prove you wrong?”

“Hmmm. I could do better.”

He popped his brows up. “You could?”

He was intriguing. You decided to give him a bite. “I dance at La Rose Rouge.”

“You dance at that overpriced, snotty ass place?” His words turned poisonous. What’s it like dancing for a guy who’s got a stick so far up his ass--”

“--The price is right, and you get what you pay for there...especially if its me.”

“How am I not surprised?”

“I need to go, I’ve seen all I could here.” You bowed at him a little.

“Wait.” He grabbed at your arm. “I’ve still got one more thing to show you. Follow me.”

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Your insides were on fire as he fucked into you. Every time that he thrust into you, he was relentless and unforgiving. He was going so fast you could barely catch your breath. You were bent over some dusty old sofa in an equally dusty dressing room. You would kill him if he left bruises on your hips from how hard he was holding you.

“fuck. shit.” He panted, then reached one of his hands around to rub at your sensitive sex, slick with your excitement.

He was so fucking cocky, but he knew what the hell he was doing. He bent over your back, sucking into your skin, wrapping his arms around you to tweak your nipples. He was wrecking you from the inside out, devouring you like he had never tasted anything like you.

He kicked your legs open even farther. “Fucking moan for me, slut.”

You had barely let him hear more than a few gasps, he didn’t deserve it. You wanted him to moan for you.

“Who are you calling slut?” You said with venom.

You shoved off of him, and he looked devastated. He was cute. He even frowned regretfully like he had done something wrong.

The metal of your rings dug into his neck when you grabbed it, squeezing as hard as you could. Your hot breath snuck into his ear, “No, you fucking moan for me...slut.”

You attacked his lips, tracing the insides of his mouth with your tongue. He moaned right into you and grabbed handfuls of your ass with his two hands. Your teeth bit his lip and pulled. His dick trembled between the two of you and he rutted against your stomach to get some kind of relief.

He took one of his hands to your hair before resting his glossy brown eyes on you. “I’d do anything for you.” His voice quivered. “You ruin me.”

“Get on the floor.” You commanded him, and he did as he was told without a question, laying his bare body on the cold concrete.

The chill of the stone stung your knees, but that didn’t matter, you just wanted to see him unravel. You straddled down onto him, taking him in as you sunk down.

“oh shit,” slipped off your tongue without you having much control over it.

You rolled your core over him, back and forth, circling yourself and bouncing up and down as he rolled his eyes back, licking his lips while you did everything that you wanted. As you bounced he held on to your ass, digging his fingertips in. You had your eyes closed, so you didn’t see it when he rose is hand to slap you hard. It burned beautifully.

“—Jisung? Are you done yet? The rest of us are going out.” A female voice called, and rattled the locked door.

“FUCK OFF.” He groaned, and held onto your waist even tighter.

You let out a unamused tsk. “Jisung? That’s your real name?”

He didn’t say anything, but instead swiftly took you in his arms to lay you down instead. The chill of the floor startled you into wince, but it felt amazing compared to how hot you were. He entered you immediately again, then slung your legs over his shoulders. His blonde hair appeared to bounce a little with each thrust.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you dragged your nails down his arms, waterfalling pink, perfect, lines. His whole body seized at the sensation, sending him into a fury. He licked his hand from palm to fingers, not breaking your gaze as he used it to rub relentlessly at you.

You were on the edge.

“Want my cum, you whore?”

You were close as well, and it clouded your senses--you felt yourself slipping into him after holding back for so long.

“ye-yes, I want it.”

He came in seconds, doubling over you when he did, panting like a dog, with you gasping just as hard from your own orgasm. He seemed to shake a little as he came down, nearly suffocating you with his body weight. You jiggled your hips just a little to get a rise out of him. You had guessed correctly, someone like him couldn’t take overstimulation.

“Fuck, wait, wait. I-I can’t take anymore.”

You laughed a little and stopped. “You’re no fun.”

“I thought I literally just proved to you that I’m loads of fun.”

“Mmm, I suppose.”

“You liked it?” He ran his hand through his sweaty roots.

“You made me cum, so...usually I have to fake it.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

“I’m honored.” He grinned a little pridefully.

You reached down to your hole to catch a few drops of his cum on your fingers, stretching it out a little and playing with it. He watched you as you did so, eyes wide. You stood to grab his jaw, sticking your fingers in his mouth which he eagerly sucked.

“Where have you been my whole life?” He looked up at you in wonder.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that...Jisung.”

He watched you then as you dressed, careful not to forget your gorgeous silver wristwatch.

“I won’t be coming back, so don’t expect that this will happen again.”

“Wait--” He stopped you before you grabbed the door handle. “You didn’t tell me your name--”

“--That’s something you don’t need to know.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darling, is there anything that I can get you?”

Your manager swept a caring hand to hold you by the small of your back.

“No, thank you though, love.” You shone brightly back to him.

“Just let me know? So far we’ve got a cue for you. Four gentlemen and three ladies. I expect that the tips tonight will be generous...it’s payday.”

You politely nodded. “Of course.”

“Have you been having a hard time with any of the new faces?”

You took a sip of your brandy. “Some of them have some mouth, but I’ll make them dignified. You can trust me.”

“I always do.” He gently kissed your cheek. “Ah, I forgot to mention, one of your customers brought you a gift. It’s in your dressing room; he wants you to wear it for your dance tonight.”

“I do love gifts.”

“Go get ready darling, you haven’t got much more time.”

Once you were in your dressing room, a medium sized white box waited for you on your vanity. There was no labels; no indication that it was from a luxurious brand. You opened it, and the shirt was wrapped in light pink tissue paper. It was too short to be a robe, but it was silk and white with buttons that looked more decorative rather than useful. You figured it must have been your customer’s: many of them got off to you wearing their clothes. It wasn’t your usual style, but you knew how to make anything work.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“And for our last act of the night: the wonderful, the illustrious...”

You walked out to the silent stage: meant only for you, the stage lights yellow, shrouding you in their brilliance. Your chest was bare, save for the silky shirt falling off your shoulders. They were cheering for you, throwing paper bills at you and calling your name, but you couldn’t hear them at all. You had never felt so whole in your life since being on the stage. It seemed like the rest of your days were just spent chasing some kind of feeling that merely resembled that.

Barefoot, you pranced along the stage, twirling like a ballerina even, letting the shirt billow up just so they could see your perky bottom. With all of their eyes on you, you felt like an absolute vision--like an ethereal being, desired, but impossibly attainable.

The jazz song played on by the live players, a muted trumpet and violins accompanied you. Your eyes swept across the blue velvet curtains of the booths, to every man and woman looking at you in awe. You let the shirt slip just a bit farther, revealing your back, winking. You never had to show them much. It was your charisma that they thirsted for--and that they could only get a small taste of.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darlin’ you’re a catch, an absolute catch.” Your manager snuck up behind you taking your makeup off to hand you the ridiculously fat stack of bills. “You keep us afloat baby, you know that I can’t thank you enough.” He bowed.

“Stop flattering me.” You remarked with a smirk. “I know.”

Your manager left, then the curtain to your room screeched again. He slowly stepped into the light, applauding slightly.

“He’s right you know? Even I can’t get enough of you.”

It was him, cocky smile, swept blonde hair and all.

“You again? I’m surprised that you even made it in here at all. Considering who you are.”

“What? The competition? You didn’t tell them about me, did you?”

You patted some serums into your face. “Better leave soon before they rid you of that handsome face of yours.”

“You saying that I’m handsome?” He snarked.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“Seeing you, I thought I made that clear? Isn’t that what you were doing when you came to my club?”

“Like what you saw?”

“I stand corrected.” He let up, advancing towards you at your vanity. “And you look just as stunning in my shirt as I thought you would.”

“Your...this is yours? How the hell did you mange that?”

“I have my ways.”

“I suppose you want it back then.”

“No...you can keep it...if you promise me one thing.”

“And what would that be?”

He reached out for your hands, which you tentatively took. He swept you up, pulling you into his chest with eyes dipped in lust.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He spoke onto your lips with heated breath.

You would’ve been lying if you had said his lips didn’t look appetizing.

“One more time.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’d want to fuck you again.”

“You haven’t been thinking of it too? My hands on your body...”He caressed your body down, “My lips on yours?” He pulled you in by the chin to carefully part your lips with his. “My dick filling you up?” He pulled you into his pulsating dick. “You don’t think about it?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you want me. All you have to do is say it and I’m yours.”

“You’re looking to get killed if they know you’ve touched me.”

“I’d happily die for you.”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that...Jisung.”

His lips fell to your neck where he pressed slow kisses onto it. “Just say it...”

The cool of his saliva on your skin met the air, tingling. You couldn’t believe you found yourself considering...

“I know you want to...”

“This won’t be a common occurrence.” You got out, suppressing your moans.

“Is that a yes?”

“...yes.”

“And we’ll see about that.” He slyly grinned, meeting your lips once again.

He swept you up, and your legs naturally wrapped around him. He carried you out of the dressing room to the main hall, pulling you both into the nearest booth, drawing the blue velvet curtains behind him. His eyes devoured you, casting aside his silk shirt that loosely clung to you. You threw your weight onto the table, opening your legs for him, inviting him. He chuckled a little at the action.

“I can imagine you must’ve been thinking of this as well then.” He kissed down your stomach, removing what underwear you were barely wearing. He kissed and sucked at the skin in your inner thighs, kindling your excitement. Spit gathered on his tongue, which he let drip down to your sex which glistened for him.

Your core begged for that feeling once again, that feeling only he could give you: the one that made you feel alive, like you weren’t just chasing some impossibility.

He lapped at you slowly with his tongue, awakening your whole body.

“I fucking want you.”

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