THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 9

THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 9

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"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" "Fucking PACIFYING YOU, just SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!!!"

Chapter 9: Sex In The Driveway

📜7.2K words 🚨Themes of polyamory, conversation about sex work fantasy (use of the term "escort"), ragefucking/hate sex, physical altercation attempt (by mc), car sex, Christopher and his unlimited supply of "baby girl", slight praising, breast play, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Special thanks to @nightlychans for the free muse (just crediting, please don't feel obligated to read) Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel ; @clearlyissleeping 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 (@hwan-g) ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-fics ; @skz317cb97 ; @abiaswreck ; @skyminniesworld

"Come ON, man, I don’t need this shit right now!"

You had been trying to open that door for about five minutes now, but the lock just would not budge. Your rage levels got to a point where you just had to kick the door, not because it was going to magically open, but to legitimately make it hurt.

"Who the fuck are you?"

You were so startled to death by the unexpected voice raising behind you that your knees gave way, but you were quick to recollect yourself.

"Beat it, purple dude. I can't with your ass right now."

"Do you at least wanna tell me why you’re trying to break into my apartment with the obviously wrong set of keys?"

"Huh?"

The man grabbed the keys from your hand and pointed to the door.

"Key to door number one does not go into door number two. Didn’t you learn shapes and patterns in kindergarten?"

Were you really trying to open the door that did not belong to your new apartment? Yes. Because why the fuck not, apparently.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK, SORRY. I thought… Fuck-"

Rather than calling the cops on you, the man burst into a loud cackle instead.

"I like you, crazy bitch," he leaned against the door, "You can address me as the contractual owner of door number two. Or Minho for short."

"Pleasure. I guess," you replied between your grunts as you were struggling to drag your ginormous luggage inside, "Uh- Could you give me a hand with this?"

"Sure. Would you like me to braid your hair, too?"

"Excuse you?"

"It translates to absolutely not. Learn simplified Minhoese if you wanna survive around here," he jeered, "I’ll catch you on the flip flop."

You stared at the door closed to your face in complete bewilderment.

What an absolute douchebag!

You didn’t own any furniture, or more like any stuff other than a couple of personal belongings and your clothes, and you liked it that way. It always allowed you to keep the door ajar if the need to immediately bail emerged for whatever reason. That was exactly why you always opted for furnished places. It didn’t need to be so damn fancy; just a decent place having the essentials was more than enough. You heard a knock on your newest door close to evening hours. The person on the other side annoyed the crap out of you on sight.

"What’s up douche rocket? Came to apologize?" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, I don’t do that shit," Minho casually responded, "I ordered pizza. Come, let’s have dinner," then he proceeded to walk back to his apartment. The gesture simply appalled you.

"Why?"

Minho turned around with an aloof look, "Haven’t you been dealing with this moving in shit all day?"

"Yes?"

"Did you eat?"

"No."

"Then move your ass. I don’t like my pizza cold."

Oh, SHIT, a real-life tsundere. IN THE WILD!!!

"Thanks, bunny dude," you commented as you were walking behind him.

"Huh?"

"Your front teeth," you booped his upper lip with a smile, catching him completely off guard, "It’s adorable."

"Don’t be disgusting," Minho walked towards the kitchen island, albeit slightly flustered.

You went through an entire jumbo pizza and a couple of beers together talking about your past shenanigans; the previous cities you’d been in, the stuff that made you haul ass, the kind of jobs you took, your general intolerance of people’s bullshit… Minho was more on the listener side rather than talking about himself as he seemed genuinely intrigued and entertained by your weird-ass, or to be politically correct, unique stories. When you mentioned you needed to start looking for a job to sustain yourself, he nonchalantly suggested you come work at the bar he was bartending at.

"Depends, Ming Kong. Do you work at Hooters?"

"No, and are you gonna keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"The nickname thing."

"Yes," you responded and took a ginormous bite of your slice.

"What a bitch," he scoffed, "While you do have an ass fit to be Hooters material, I actually need someone to mix drinks with me."

"Bold of you to assume that I know the first thing about mixology."

"I don’t assume shit," he eyed your face, "First of all, you called it mixology and you’re way too much of a smartass to solely wait tables."

"Nope. Totally clueless."

"Oh, is that so?" Minho tilted his head with a grin, "Let’s play a game then, shall we?"  

"What kind of a game?" you raised your brows in suspicion.

"Simple," Minho threw the crust back into the box, "I’ll just keep giving you three choices and you’re gonna pick one. If you stutter or can’t give an immediate answer, you lose." Then continued with an emphatic voice.

"And when you lose, it's proof you're lying, and you’re dragging your ass to the bar with me."

"When I lose," you studied his expression intently, but eventually took on his challenge, "You’re on. Go."

"Black, gray, or white?"

"Black."

"Spaghetti, ravioli, or pizza?"

"Pizza."

"Vodka, rum, or tequila?"

"Vodka."

"B-52 includes Irish cream, triple sec, and?"

"Kahlua."

Minho broke into the most satisfied smile you’d ever seen in your goddamn life, smugly leaning back on the stool. You threw the slice on the box.

"DAMMIT!"

"Yeah, now you know the reason why I’m dubbed as the untameable 10th Dan™."

"Did you really just fucking trademark a nickname?" you asked with a mildly nauseated expression.

"I might as well have, bitch. I’ll pick you up before work tomorrow. Get the fuck out now, I’ll hit the sack."

An average person would be offended to the high heavens because of his attitude. Minho just did not give a fuck, and you found that weirdly charming about him.

"Fine, bunny dude, but if you wake me up before noon, I’m pressing charges for breaking and entering. I’ll catch you on the flip flop," you winked at him and left.

Weeks passed after your first day with Minho and you started working with him at the bar. Quick learner? Check. Sass? Check. Wit? Check. That was basically everything you needed to be proficient in his standards rather than experience outlined in a CV, possibly typed in Helvetica. The more you spent time together, the more you moved into his personal territory. You made yourself infinitely comfortable with him, and for some reason, he didn’t mind that. Come to think of it, it shouldn’t have been that unexpected maybe, considering Minho’s excessive fondness for stray cats.

It was another rowdy night at the bar. Minho made himself scarce from the bar area for a little breather from the incessant orders.

"Take cover here. I’ll go check on that table."

"You spend way too much time with that group," you stated with a cocked brow, "Do you know them?"

"Yeah, they’re our regulars. You should, too, if you want that tip box full."

It was always the same group of people occupying that specific booth. Five guys, coming in around nineish and not leaving until the last call at least four nights a week. Besides that pigment-ignorant fucker colossally unaware of any other color than black and evidently possessing irritation-inducing genes who kept disappearing with different people night after night.

"Look who it is! THE MAN, THE MYT-"

"Sit your ass down. I have something important to discuss."

The entire table broke into a unison "What?" at Minho’s words.

"You don't discuss things with us, Min. You just inform us of shit, and that is if you’re feeling generous," Chris commented with sheer panic, "Oh god, is this gonna involve posting bail again?"

"Nothing like that, headass," Minho stole a glance from the bar, "It's uh- It's about her."

"The barmaid queen?" Jisung confirmed the target of Minho's gaze, "Since when are we informing each other about who we wanna fuck?"

"It's NOT li- Jesus fucking christ," Minho ruffled his hair out of frustration. The table turned to Jisung, and Felix voiced everyone's common question:

"Do you understand anything from this, Ji?"

Jisung squinted his eyes and intently looked at Minho's face. His lips slightly parted upon the delightful surprise.

"He wants her to become a part of us."

"No fucking way! Really?" Hyunjin widened his eyes. Minho's response was a little too shy compared to his usual demeanor.

"I mean… Kinda, yeah." 

Palpable excitement started seeping through the booth with everyone talking over each other.

"Shit just got interesting," Chris stretched his arms to his sides on the seat, "First time anybody ever put something like this on the table. Not to mention you." 

"We might need some convincing. Cite your sources," Changbin demanded. Minho heaved a deep sigh and began his opening statement.

"You already know we're neighbors, right?"

"Might have been referred to as the bitch nextdoor in the passing, yeah," Jisung gulped his drink.

"We spend a lot of time together outside of work, too. We got pretty close."

"You got close with someone? Besides us?" Felix asked in shock.

"If you knew how many screws she had loose, you'd do too, asshat. And you're gonna."

At that moment, your voice raised from the bar area.

"Kindly fuck right off, sir. We reserve the right to not serve colossal dickheads here."

The entire table started cackling but for some reason, Chris had a fond smile on his face. Jisung took notice of that and responded to Minho with a shit-eating grin.

"Bold of you to assume some of us aren't already crushing, but continue."

Minho took a sip from Hyunjin's glass, "I don’t know. We talk about random shit for hours on end and I don't even realize it’s way past midnight. She even takes care of my cats if I'm not around. Like, unprovoked."

This was definitely a first. The group was witnessing Minho being borderline sentimental over somebody, something that wasn't a descendant of the feline family for that matter, and they watched the whole thing unfold in awe like they just confirmed the existence of Narnia.

"She just… she brings out something in me, and I can't shake this feeling that… that… you know."

"That she might be the one for us?"

"WHAT?" Minho snapped at Jisung, "That's- Fuck, no. Gross."

"That's a yes, gentlemen."

Changbin's clapback caused another round of teasing laughter, but Minho was relentless in his attempt to defend his ice-cold honor.

"She would fit right in is a less disgusting description," he retorted, "In conclusion, I want her around all the time, so everybody fucking behave."

"How do you even know she’d be compatible with all of us?" Changbin made a fair point, "It’s a little crowded here in case you didn’t notice."

Minho looked at him with an expression that said Try me, bitch, and started flipping through his rolodex of convincing arguments.

"Jisung, she’s way too into standup comedy. Felix, she listens to ASMR in lieu of porn on a regular basis. She’s even trying to get me into it but she’s getting on my goddamn nerves instead. Hyunjin, that ASMR heavily includes tongue fluttering triggers and we all know about your oral fixation. Changbin, she gets off to it every fucking night because I keep hearing buzzing sounds from her apartment, ergo, a massive potential for a through-the-roof sex drive. And Chris, she has a pussy."

"Why do I always get the sharp end? Just why?"

Hyunjin crunched on a couple of pretzels in front of him, "Why don’t you just straight up ask her if she’d be interested?" Minho rolled his eyes so hard he practically went blind for a second.

"And say what, 'Hey, you down for alternating between me and my dysfunctional entourage? We’ll show you a good time.' Be cool, man, goddamn."

"Would you like me to squeeze you into this drink?"

Your commentary got the booth turn to your direction again to watch another set of a dissing match.

"By all means, hot stuff."

You pulled out a heavy-looking instrument laying among a bowl of walnuts and slammed it on the bar counter.

"Or would you like me to demonstrate why they call me The Nutcracker around here instead?"

The group was relishing your snark every time you couldn’t hold it in, a clear mark that Minho’s personality was smearing on yours. Chris blurted out a little too emphatically while wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Man, I really like her."

The entire table turned to him upon the unnecessary declaration.

"What do you mean? You like her like her?" Jisung asked with creased brows whereas Changbin howled with laughter.

"Get a fucking grip, Christripper. She’s never gonna say yes to you."

"We like this bar."

"Don’t kill the bar, dude."

"Why the fuck?" Chris protested and forced a sigh out of Minho.

"For starters, she ain’t one of your regular bimbos and has a goddamn fuckboy firewall on. She deals with the likes of you on a daily basis here, Exhibit A," he gestured to the bar and continued, "You can’t hit that unless she's intrigued, and like hell I'm gonna let you pull a Christopher. I’ll fucking obliterate your ass if she leaves."

"So what? Aren't you guys neighbors? You'll still see her," Jisung thought he was making a point but Minho wasn’t having it.

"I've grown accustomed to certain luxuries like seeing that ass for twelve hours a day, and I'm not about to mess up my routine just because Crispy here can't find a glory hole."

"Hm… Intrigued, you say," Chris squinted his eyes, "Anything goes?"

"We seriously like this bar, dude."

"Please do not kill the bar."

Jisung slammed his hand on the table, "Which means, it’s my time to shine HAHA!"

"Who says I just wanna fuck and bounce? I really do like her."

Felix loudly scoffed, "Bitch please, everybody and their mother fucking knows you’re incapable of sustaining a relationship that lasts past breakfast hours."

"I don’t do breakfasts," Chris replied with a dead serious tone, "It’s a very intimate activity."

Unfortunately, Chris wasn't even joking, which was exactly why the entire table yelled in unison. 

"We know."

"It’s just a phone number. The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Everything, my guy," you widened your eyes at the third frat material of the night, "Take a hike."

Needless to say, the booth cheered for the umpteenth time at the goal. Chris was smiling at you while biting his lips.

"She’s just… So interesting, you know?"

"Yeah, we know. We really like this bar."

"Don’t fucking kill the bar, dude."

"Yeah, go ahead and fucking pursue her," Changbin put his glass down, "We’d love to watch Min crush you between those thighs Christripper."

Felix let out an annoyed sigh, "Why are we even discussing this? I’m the most approachable out of all of you. I’ll ease her into it."

"Uh, hello? When I’m fucking here?" Hyunjin argued.

"You really think your suave motherfucker shenanigans will work on her?"

"Well-"

Changbin just attempted to provide his argument but the table shushed him almost reflexively in unison.

"IMMEDIATELY NO!"

"You do realize we’re trying not to spook her, right?" Jisung opposed, "If anything, you will not open your goddamn mouth until we’re sure she’s comfortable around us."

"What the fuck, man?" Changbin stretched his hands to the sides, "I will have you know I’m a fucking gentleman, and more so than all of you combined. You already know I’d charm her socks off; why the fuck would I risk that by whipping out an alter ego right from day one?"

"Either I’m wasted, or he has a point," Felix agreed. Chris exhaled in frustration.

"Do I need to fucking remind you of how much game I already have? Sung, I might need your help on this, though."

"Fuuuuuck no. We’re rivals from this point on."

"It’s for the greater good of all of us, man."

"All of us?" Jisung cackled, "She’s gonna fucking drag your ass to hell and back. You're ready to endure that for the greater good?"

"Oh, you didn't know? I have a thing for that," Chris winked and glanced at the bar, "Just look at that fucking savage princess, my god."

"Fucking simp," Hyunjin landed a smack on Chris’ head.

"Oh, she’s gonna love that. More so since I won’t be faking it at all this time."

Changbin looked at him with sheer doubt, "Dude, you don’t even know her."

"Maybe. But I feel like I do," Chris smiled looking at the bar again, "You’ll see. I’ll get the yes."

Changbin sighed in defeat, "If you say so. Learn to stop fucking everything that moves first, maybe. You sound way too confident for your own good."

"It’s because I am", Chris smirked into his glass, "I always get the yes."

After listening to the battle of the wits around him, Minho facepalmed himself.

"You're gonna fuck this up so bad, I swear to god. Just let me handle it," he declared to the table, "We're gonna put on a little skit until we get our feet in that door. Y'all better give me that Oscar-worthy performance if you don't want your asses handed to you."

Hyunjin was astonished at how quickly Minho was about to put the gears in motion, "What the fuck? You already have a game plan?" 

"When the fuck do I not? You best check yourself, playboy," Minho stole a look from the bar to check your whereabouts and continued, "I’m literally her guy nextdoor, so I'll be in the friendzone until further notice. You two will be the massively incompetent wingmen," he gestured to Hyunjin and Felix.

"HEY!"

"Argue with the wall. Jisung and Changbin will be coaching you. She needs to believe you're not after her. Make sure she notices you keep fucking it up, though. Chris…" Minho paused briefly and quickly gave up on coming up with a disguise for him, "Well, she's already seen your shenanigans around here so you can be yourself."

"BRO!"

"Focus, man!" Minho pointed his fingers at his eyes, "Sung, I need you to use the Jedi mind trick thing somewhere appropriate. We kinda started a side thing here where we professionally hustle people. She does tarot readings in the back room."

"Back room, huh?" Jisung erupted into a smug grin.

"Cool it before I have to castrate you," Minho instantly countered, "Hang around by the bar. You're bound to see someone requesting her. That's when you'll ask for a reading yourself. That's our intrigue card," he eyed Jisung from head to toe and commented with a queasy face, "And get a fucking cut and color while you’re at it. I recommend dark blue."

"Can't you at least give us some more prominent roles in this?" Hyunjin objected, "We're barely supporting characters here."

"Fine, I'll be crushing on you. Does that jerk off your ego?" Minho shut him up, "Felix, dial down the husky charms to a minimum. I need you on your best sunshine behavior."

"You want her to think I'm some schmuck? What the fuck man?"

"Shh!!!" he silenced the unnecessarily high decibel, "And yes I do. She's eventually gonna cave."

"And you’re this sure because?" Changbin asked. Minho answered with a confident smile.

"Because we're the fucking charmers of this town."

"Why not invite her to our po-" Jisung attempted a question but Minho interrupted him.

"No. I want her to feel safe around us first. This is fucking important."

Chris examined Minho for quite some time and asked him with raised brows, "You're sure you're doing this for all of us? You seem a little too whipped for your untameable reputation."

Minho cleared his throat and got up to get back to his station.

"I'm not gonna confirm nor deny this information. Do not fuck this up."

Chris was about to collapse an entire building into mere dust out of sheer frustration, so he gathered the council in Hyunjin’s coffee shop at closing hours to discuss the matter at hand and hopefully find a solution.

"This is becoming a fucking problem now."

"Some context would be nice," Jisung reached out for his coffee.

"I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Thank you," Chris grabbed the mug from Hyunjin, "It's like somebody dipped her in Chris repellent. Why the fuck can’t I get through the door? Is one of you doing something to fuck me over?"

"Told ya. Fuckboy firewall," Minho slurped on his americano, "What happened?"

"She came onto me in the middle of the night on Hyunjin's birthday, and it was great. God, it was so great," Chris briefly closed his eyes holding his head between his hands, "But when I woke up in the morning she was nowhere to be found."

"Maybe she just doesn't do that waking up together stuff," Minho asked the rest of the table, "Did she sleep over with any of you?"

The unison ‘Yes’ that came from the four men basically punched Chris in the stomach.

"See? None of you are exactly husband material, but she doesn’t seem to have a problem with the rest of you? Why the fuck is she avoiding me? Why am I not enough for her?"

"For your information, I highly doubt that’s a matter of being enough," Jisung responded, "I have reason to believe she’s having a tough time admitting some things to herself."

"Like what?"

Jisung placed his mug on the table again, "Let’s just say that for some reason she seems to have developed a habit of making you suffer. And quite honestly, you’re fucking enabling her."

"Not to mention you deserve it," Minho retorted.

"Thanks so much for the cryptic insight," Chris deadpanned.

"Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m gonna abuse her trust in me," Jisung commented with a soft voice. Chris furrowed his brows upon these words.

"What do you mean? You know something?"

"It's called common sense," Jisung shrugged, "Practice it some time."

Changbin was analyzing Chris’ face like he was trying to solve an equation, "What’s with the obsession? You wanna walk me through it?"

"What obsession?"

"The wanting what you can’t have thing."

"It’s not a matter of wanting what I can’t have."

"You sure?"

Chris heaved a deep sigh, "In your crass words, I already got it, remember? Twice. And she fucking loved it."

Changbin snickered at Chris, "Sure. You're just this mad not because it pisses you off you can't hit that whenever you want, but because you’ve just fallen for her, right?" Then he burst into full-on laughter, "Yeah, good one."

Changbin waited for a snarky comment in return but all that followed was silence, not to mention Chris’ flustered face and dark red ears. His eyes widened upon realization.

"No fucking way! You have?"

"He really has," Jisung followed with a faint smile, "You fell in love with her, didn’t you?"

Chris harshly grabbed the water bottle in front of him and gulped half the content in one go like he was trying to calm himself down. He dragged his hand over his face and groaned in defeat.

"I’m so trapped in her web I can’t move. You gotta help me out with this."

Although Minho recognized how serious Chris was, the snark was intended to lighten the mood this time, "You realize none of us will be willing to let you have her by yourself, right? And I top that chart, I mean."

"You know it’s not that, Min," Chris furrowed his brows again, "I just want her to let me love her, too. That’s all I’m asking."

"Settle something for us, baby. Roleplaying, yay or nay?"

You poured Jisung’s usual Long Island Iced Tea and responded enthusiastically while serving his drink, "Duh, fucking yay!"

"See?" Chris yelled to him, "Game, set, and match."

"Oh, you’re on the yay side?" you contorted your face, "Then I’ll go with nay."

Your satisfied grin elicited loud oohing from the gang and relentless Chris clowning followed suit afterwards.

"Ha ha, very funny," Chris deadpanned, "I don’t care, she said yes first."

"Yeah, but she hates your guts, so we win," Changbin raised his glass to you and you nodded in response.

"Like none of you are into that shit," Chris protested.

"Yeah, we just like seeing you suffer Crispy."

It was true, and for some reason, you were the head cheerleader of all the Chris-bashing activities. Felix noticed the gratuitous amount of satisfaction on your lips and mischievously smiled himself.

"Actually, this," he pointed his finger at the space between you and Chris, "is like two kids that keep bothering each other, don’t you think? When in fact they looove each other."

You slammed the washcloth in your hand on the bar top.

"Yo Freckles, you wanna die?"

They roared with laughter and Changbin slapped Chris’ back, "Pull her hair while you’re at it, why don’t you?"

"I want to if she ever lets me," Chris looked at you almost with a pout.

And you… No matter how involuntarily… With a complete lack of willpower…

Smiled at him.

A thought kept riddling you lately to the extent that you were losing sleep over it. You obviously had feelings for Jisung and it was way past the amazing sex at this point. It was how he made you combust with the warm and fuzzies whenever you saw him. It was how he made you feel truly appreciated. It was how comforting it was to be around him. It was how he made you wanna be there for him, love him, cherish him, open your heart to him and be completely vulnerable. Because you trusted him. Maybe even a little too much.

But could it be slightly, just a little, at all possible that you… had feelings for more than one person?

Tsch, yeah right.

"Well, in all seriousness, depends on what kind of roleplay," you shooed the redundant thoughts away, "What genre of fantasy are we talking about?"

All the men sitting in front of you plus Minho replied unanimously.

"Escort."

"You’re one of those?" you quipped, "One in three guys, I swear."

"Try six out of six, beautiful," Hyunjin teased.

This was by no means chastising. It was just an extension of a phenomenon you kept observing whenever you were around these people. It was how open they were whenever the subject was their sexuality, either in practice or in a conversation, making you believe that other forms of communication just could not bring people closer in the way that sexuality did and some form of intimacy came out of it. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel much much closer to them compared to when you first met them. Granted, seeing them naked played a part in it, but if that was the case, you had seen a lot of people naked before, and you weren’t necessarily this close to any of them. That would require the will to keep in touch first.

"What is it about the escort fantasy guys like so much? Is it the aspect of being a customer? Like, ‘I paid for it so you're gonna do anything I want’ type of shit?"

"How coarse do you think we are?" Chris replied semi-seriously and added, "It plays a role but not as much as you think."

"Then what?"

"Personally, I really like how paradoxical it is," he continued, "While the offered service is one of the most intimate things between two people, more often than not you wouldn't be allowed to be intimate with your clients - it's against the rules. It's that forbidden aspect of it that gets me going."

You squinted your eyes, "You're legit telling me… The idea that riles you up is being intimate, not the unspeakable acts you'd ask them to do in exchange for money."

"Damn straight. Although I prefer the term ineffable acts," Chris knowingly smiled, "and how much they would fucking love it."

They would love the ineffable acts, huh? 

Because why wouldn’t they when the person you were playing with was already someone who continuously enjoyed what they experienced with you? You knew that, but you would rather do shots of bleach than admit that out loud.

"That’s bullshit. There's no way that is true."

"It is and I'll prove it to you," Chris put down his glass for you to refresh it, "One date. That’s all I’m asking."

"A what?"

"Why not?" Chris shrugged, "I already know Changbin took you out to dinner and Hyunjin even went down that private cooking route. What’s the harm in going on one with me?"

You were about to break into an entire monologue to talk yourself out of the urge to say yes, but Chris derailed your thoughts by placing his hand on yours.

"Please?"

You held his gaze for a while. His beautiful brown eyes looked way too candid and you absolutely hated how it made you feel.

"You’re serious."

"Yes, I am."

The entire clan basically started cheering very loud ‘DO IT!’s, pressing you to accept his proposal. The more you didn’t answer, the more anxious Chris was getting for fear of another rejection.

"What's it gonna take? Just tell me already."

Before you could answer him, Jisung intervened, "It’s fair game, baby. He’s the only one you relentlessly avoid paying attention to and god knows he’s paid his dues."

It was true. You reveling in making Chris suffer in whatever form was only because it satisfied something twisted inside you, but it was just the pleasure of putting him in his place, not because of some sadistic desire to damage him emotionally. That would be just straight-up cruel.

"Why not consider it an opportunity to diss me all night?" Chris smiled.

Now, that I can do.

"Fine," you replied curtly trying your best not to smile back. Chris’ dimples, on the other hand, grew even deeper.

When the clock struck closing hours, the guys all got up to leave for their poker night, but Chris stayed behind.

"I'll give you a ride home."

"You're not going with them?" you asked while getting your bag.

"I got a deadline coming up, so I gotta head home to work. Come on."

No wonder he had limited himself to only two drinks throughout the entire night.

Well, this is new, you thought to yourself as you got settled in your seat. You didn’t say a word during that entire ride and just watched him drive with stolen glances. You were used to being annoyed at Chris, not to noticing how sexy he looked behind a steering wheel, veins on his hand popping due to his firm grip, eyes intently on the road with slightly furrowed brows. It was warm inside. His car smelled really nice although not as nice as his own scent, and the melodies coming from his speakers were as soft and sultry as his lips were.

What?

"Well, good night then," Chris pulled you back to earth as he stopped in your driveway. You immediately went back to snark mode to camouflage your actual thoughts.

"Yeah, not happening since your face is the last thing I saw tonight."

Chris immediately killed off the engine and locked the doors to prevent you from leaving.

"Fucking CHRIST, Y/N, just WHAT IS IT? Why do you hate me this much? What did I ever do to you?!"

"I just CAN’T fucking stand your stupid face if that’s what you wanna know!"

"BUT WHY?"

Why? Did he really ask WHY?

"You," you nudged him on the shoulder.

"...think you’re fucking all that," you pressed harder.

"...when in fact", you shoved him harder.

"...you ain’t shit. That whole confidence thing you got going on? It's fucking baseless."

"Our nights together beg to differ," Chris scoffed, "You fucking dissolved under my touch."

You were almost caught off guard, "That doesn’t mean anything. I was both drunk and high. Nobody would be able to think with their brain."

"Oh yeah?" Chris fully turned to face you, one hand still on the steering wheel, "You seem to be forgetting about a particular bookstore incident. You were very much sober when I made you cum so fucking hard on my fingers in broad daylight - not to mention in fucking PUBLIC!"

Oh, you got some goddamn nerve. 

His words… His words got a fucking RISE out of you.

"Alright that’s it, you jackass, somebody needs to teach you a fucking lesson," you immediately grabbed the seat belt to unlatch it.

"HA, you don’t mean you, I hope?"

You literally swung your fist towards him in an attempt to land a punch, but the proximity was so close that Chris instantly blocked it by grabbing your wrist.

"You think you’re so irresistible. Well, news flash, you arrogant prick, I will resist you with everything I got. You’re nothing more than a fucking philanderer, a fucking WOMANIZER, you’ll just fuck EVERYTHING THAT MOVES."

"What the fuck, Y/N, are you fucking insane?"

"What if I am, huh? Congrats, you’ve DONE IT! You’ve finally driven me fucking CRAZY!"

You unleashed yourself onto him to tackle him in that tiny space and straddled him as if you could actually put him in a sleeper hold so he would just shut up. Just shut the fuck up. 

Needless to say, it was way too easy for Chris to break himself free of your attempts to assault him. With one swift move, he grabbed your neck to pull you in a heated kiss. You stopped it in utter rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Fucking PACIFYING YOU, just SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!!!"

He pulled you back in his arms again and he was kissing you with such passion that it deactivated all your reasoning instantly, disabling your motor functions to inflict pain.

"Ah, Chris."

"Baby girl."

"Ah, I fucking hate you."

"Hate me all you want, just let me fucking touch you."

When his hand slid inside your shirt to caress your back with his warm touch, all you could do was moan. And moan. And moan. Loudly. He fucking groaned at the contact.

"Oh, jesus fucking CHRIST, YES- I've missed this so much."

You hated to admit it, but so did you. Your hands inadvertently found their way to his chest again to scratch it, mark it as deeply as you could.

"Behave. Behave, baby girl."

Chris sort of beat you to it and latched himself to your neck, lightly grazing it with his teeth. Then he whispered in your ear with a way too delighted smile.

"Just say you're fucking jealous, baby girl. It ain't that hard."

"Shut up."

"Say you don't want me touching anybody else but you."

"I said shut the fuck up!"

"Say you fucking want me to be your simp."

You hooked the crook of your elbow against his nape with a harsh move and roughly pressed his head against your chest like you wanted to legitimately choke him. Chris humored you for the briefest of moments, letting you relish that delusion that you could actually overpower him, but popped that bubble with the needle that was ripping open the buttons of your shirt instead. He didn’t waste any time freeing your breasts and began fervently sucking on them, punctuating the swirls of his tongue with a gentle bite on your nipples.

"FUCK!"

"Oh, you like that, don’t you baby girl?"

He groped both your tits with a firm grip, pressing them together, and kept hardening your nipples with the loud and wet movements of his tongue.

"I wanna fucking cum on these. Oh, I would cum so hard." 

"Not even gonna take you two minutes to blow anyway."

"Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?" he hysterically smiled, "You fucking love watching me lose myself over you."

He roughly pulled your face towards his again, hands never losing contact with your skin, lips already swollen over extremely needy kisses, panting into your mouth.

"Fucking grope me."

Chris landed a slap on your thighs from under you and squeezed them deliciously.

"That ass just begs to be spanked."

"Oh, bite me, you prick."

"If you insist, fucking gladly."

He literally moved on to sink his teeth on your shoulder and that was the most exquisite kind of pain you could ever feel. Your hiss morphed into a moan before it could even leave your lips.

"Ah, FUCK! You're going all alpha wolf on me now?"

"You want me to? I'm not even scratching the surface."

You reciprocated the move by trapping his plush lips between yours, biting on them like you really wanted a piece of him. Chris was getting way too riled up over how you were losing it and unbuttoned your pants, almost ripping them in the process.

"Touch me. Right there."

"Here, baby girl?"

That wasn’t an actual question because he knew the exact spot. He fucking heard it from you pressed against a door as you were instructing Jisung while Chris was touching himself to your moans.

"Oh, right there, right there, right there, CHRIS FUCK!"

"That’s my girl. There you go."

You yelling his name like that was doing something to his brain. His mind was completely infested with the urge of ramming himself into you. He hastily rid you of your pants and dropped his to his ankles, guiding his rock-hard length into your sopping wet entrance.

"FUCKING- YES!"

Those arms were just so fucking strong that he wasn't struggling one bit to lift you up and down on his cock. Like you were a fucking leaf. The pleasure spreading throughout your body was so fucking exorbitant that your loud moans echoing in his car were instantaneously transforming into screams of his name. You grabbed his shirt and pulled it to yourself.

"Fucking take it off. Take it off!"

When he flashed that magnificent chest for you again…

Oh… my fucking… god…

There was no fucking way you weren’t going to drag your nails on them.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl. Scratch me. More!"

All of a sudden, Chris pulled the lever right next to his seat, leaning it all the way back, and abruptly flipped you under him. So fucking easily.

"Say you want me to wreck you."

"Like hell I w-"

Chris attacked your lips with pure fire again, taking all your breath away. Literally.

"Say it, baby girl."

"No."

He maniacally smiled, eyes filled with nothing but hunger, warning you of the looming impact.

"But I'm gonna, anyway."

He pushed your legs back and dove into your pussy like he was starved to death.

"SHIT!"

Indescribable. The sensation Chris was inducing in you was simply indescribable. It felt very close to pouring gallons of gasoline over an already uncontrollable wildfire. He kept sucking on your clit firmly enough to apply enough pressure, but it was that damn teasing of his tongue that was making you go absolutely feral.

"Say it, baby girl."

"FUCK, please don't stop!"

He allowed himself to sate his own burning desire to fucking dissolve you under his tongue, getting you to flow a river for him, coating his mouth with your sweet juices. You were like a spring that was never enough to quench his thirst. Chris could do that for hours if teasing you wasn’t more entertaining.

"Say I'm driving you crazy."

"You- You’re-"

"Say it, baby girl."

"You’re dr- You’re driving-"

"Do it for me."

"You’re driving me fucking CRAZY!!! Oh, fuck, FUCK!"

You grabbed him by his hair to get him up. If he didn’t pass through you right that second, you were going to legitimately lose your mind.

"Get up. Get the fuck up! Fuck me into this seat, you son of a bitch, DO IT!"

Chris grinned like an absolutely deranged lunatic and climbed on top of you, throwing your legs over his shoulders to angle for your sweetest spot. That stretch he caused while letting out that animalistic grunt was everything.

"Oh, CHRIS!"

Your voice… It was more than enough. It was the sexiest fucking thing in this universe. He could listen to it like a song over and over again and blow on cue. He was sure of it.

"Say it again."

"Say w-"

"My name, baby girl. Again."

You held onto his gorgeous arms again, sinking your fingers in them, and let yourself get lost in him.

"Oh, Chris."

You felt him twitch inside you and he let out a deep exhale.

"Fuck- Again."

"Chris, please."

"Ah, again, baby girl."

"Christopher."

This time he twitched so hard that you felt it deep within you.

"Ah, baby-"

"Christopher."

"Ah, baby, yes."

"Christopher."

"Oh, fucking-"

"Christopher."

"Fuck, again."

"Christopher."

"Again!"

"Christopher!"

"AGAIN!"

"CHRISTOPHER!". 

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, give it to me. Give it to me, baby girl, just like that."

Chris fucking snapped. He was going more unhinged with every thrust, resolute to crash both of you into an iron gate at full force. He slithered his thumb on your clit to intensify your pleasure.

"You know you love this, right? You fucking love this."

"Fucking kiss me!"

Who was he to say no to tasting your lips at every opportunity? He could live the rest of his life attached to them for all he cared.

"Cum for me," you whispered into his mouth. He deliriously smiled again.

"Fuck no."

"Fucking blow for me."

"You first, baby girl."

Chris picked up the pace, disarming you completely under him.

"Where do you wanna cum? Tell me."

"No, please, no, y- you…"

He was simply ruthless, determined to not let you have your way whatsoever.

"You wanna flood my cock? You wanna cream on my face? Tell me, I'll do it."

You were trying. You were really trying to form a coherent sentence but all that came out of your mouth was your moans mixed with guttural sounds his thrusts were forcing out of you.

"You. Your- J-just you."

"Let go for me, baby girl. Hit me with all you got. You know you love this."

Then he bent over your face again and whispered looking dead into your eyes.

"You love me."

"FUCK, CHRIS, I L-"

Chris immediately covered your mouth with his lips and choked your moan that could have easily turned into something very inexplicable. Nevertheless, your brutal spasms along with what he most certainly knew was going to spill from your lips pushed him over the edge with you. Frantically.

"Oh, yes. Yes, I'm coming! I'm fucking coming, oh SHIT!"

His warm seed squirting inside you, spreading around your walls like that felt so weirdly soothing, wrapping you in a blanket of pure bliss. You felt yourself getting out of your body for a second. After he came down, Chris finally broke the silence minus both of your attempts to catch your breaths.

"So, I uh- I’ll come pick you up at 8 tomorrow?" he asked while panting, your foreheads still pressed together. Your hands reached for his curls and caressed them softly.

"Actually, I have something else in mind. Why don’t you meet me at the restaurant?"

My name is Y/N and I’m pretty sure I’m about to make the biggest mistake yet.

«TO BE CONTINUED»

THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 10

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"This is what you do to your man?" Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words. "No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."

Chapter 10: Champagne

📜8.8K words 🚨Sexting, drunk dialing, mutual masturbation, implied somnophilia, nightfall (nocturnal emission), roleplaying: sex work fantasy (use of the term "escort"), narratophilia, public blowjob, public vaginal fingering, consensual sex tape, katoptronophilia (mirror paraphilia), Christopher and his unlimited supply of "baby girl", lowkey strength kink, newly introduced breeding kink, reference to lactation kink, choking, cumplay/cum eating, praising, food play, breast play, marking, edging, use of sex toys, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 (@hwan-g) ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-fics ; @skz317cb97 ; @abiaswreck ; @skyminniesworld ; @clearlyissleeping ; @cixhoneyhuns

It was a great day to take a walk to let out some of the excessive energy crawling in your body and do that very postponed grocery shopping. At first.

Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me with this.

Not even twenty four full hours had passed between your slip that was giving into Chris and seeing him with some woman, giggling at each other at some random coffee shop. He was never seen with someone accompanying him besides the gang, much less in broad daylight. You thought your eyes were deceiving you for a second, so you did what any normal person would: reached out to your phone and dialed his number while your eyes were glued to that window across the street. The person sitting at that table was laughing really hard and you watched him reach for his phone, as well.

"What’s up, baby girl?" The person on your speaker answered like he was in the last moments of a laughter dying down, effectively confirming they were indeed the same guy.

"Hey, uh-" your mind went blank for a second. You didn’t know what to say, but more importantly, you didn’t know why you felt this mad. So what if he was seeing someone? It wasn’t like he asked you to be his girlfriend or anything. He asked you out on a date, which quite frankly was barely a basis for any kind of relationship. But here you were, seething in sheer fury.

Keep cool. Just keep cool.

"I think I might be coming down with something. Can we skip the date thing today?"

Chris’ voice changed instantly at your words and became way more serious, "Sure thing, but are you okay? Do you want me to come over?"

"No. I uh- I’m fine."

You could see Chris taking a sip from the mug in front of him, "When would you like to do it then? Saturday maybe?"

"I- I don’t know, Chris."

"I’m not hanging up without a date on my calendar, baby girl."

He literally had a little notebook in front of him and he was holding a pen to mark it. You knew for sure that you didn’t want it to be right away because who knew what type of tantrum you were going to throw at him with the irrational amount of rage making your blood boil? Not that it wouldn’t set your mood absolutely straight.

"Fine. Saturday."

"Alright then. Since you’re bailing on me, I’ll reschedule the meetings I canceled for tonight. Take good care of yourself, baby girl. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Meetings, huh? That’s what you call them?

Yeah, you were out to do grocery shopping, but you ended up buying a hefty amount of tonic with two bottles of gin instead, hoping to find an answer to this indescribable wrench in your gut in your living room. Eggs could kindly fuck right off for the time being. You felt a knot in your throat, but not because you wanted to cry. Maybe you did want to cry, but it definitely had something to do with anger since you had this intense urge to smash car windows all of a sudden, especially Chris’. It was barely evening hours when you started drinking, and by the time it was nearing 10 PM… Let’s just say that you were in no state to be even remotely rational.

How dare he be with someone else when you literally fucked each other downstairs just the day before, not that you had conclusive proof that he was with someone at that moment. If he was, on the other hand, the urge to ruin that moment was real, and it had to get ruined by you. This fucker needed his entire thought process derailed. By you. You reached for your phone trying to decide on that one move to short-circuit his brain.

You Thinking about you might be getting me a little too wet.

It didn’t even take five seconds for your satisfied smile to devolve into sheer panic and embarrassment. What the actual fuck were you doing? Why would he even look at his phone if he was busy doing something else? Or worse, someone else. Way to get yourself humiliated and serve him the upper hand on a silver fucking platter.

Your internal self-deprecating monologue got cut short with a text from none other than the man of the hour himself.

Christopher🏄 I really wish I was there. Or you were here with me. [Typing…] Wish I could touch you again.

HAHAHA WHAT?

Let’s recap, you thought to yourself. It seemed highly unlikely that he would reply this fast and back to back if he was indeed with someone, right?

RIGHT?

Maybe tonight didn’t need to be a night where you had to sort out your anger management issues.

You I keep thinking about your car. About how you felt inside me.

Christopher🏄 I miss the way your nails feel against my back already. It was just yesterday but feels so long ago. [Typing…] I miss your taste, baby girl.

Oh, he was good. Or it seemed that way to you because you were on that thin line between tipsy and drunk, having knocked down the entire bottle of gin by then. You kept smirking to yourself.

You Can’t stop thinking about how your tongue felt on my skin.

Christopher🏄 Can't wait till I can go down on you again. Saturday can’t come soon enough.

Fuck this.

That was the nonexistence of your inhibitions talking in your head with a loudspeaker. You closed the messaging app, went to your contact list, and hit call. Chris picked up with a voice deeper than his usual, and you hoped that was a sign of arousal.

"Hey, baby girl."

"You said to call if I needed anything," you slightly slurred, "Whatchu doing?"

"Sexting, apparently," Chris softly chuckled, "Sounds like somebody’s buzzed. Nyquil, or…?"

"Are you alone, Chris?"

You could feel the slight surprise from his brief pause.

"I am. Is everything okay?"

"No, it’s not," you heaved a deep sigh, "I could use some help."

Well, you did learn some moves from Felix anyway, and you saw absolutely no harm in using them on Chris, considering he seemed like he would be more than willing to indulge you.

"What are you wearing right now?"

"What’s gotten into you? Are you drunk?" Chris giggled at the other end of the line, "A sleeveless shirt and shorts, baby girl. What are you wearing?"

"Maybe sweats, maybe nothing. I’ll leave that to your imagination."

"That’s a dangerous thing to trust with me."

"Do you miss my body, too, Chris?"

Too. You said too. With your whole goddamn chest. What had gotten into you indeed?

"Miss? Are you crazy?"

Well… That was a little…

"I need to forget about it first to miss it. You're always on my mind, baby girl. Just hearing your voice makes me wanna touch myself."

You felt the smile climbing up to your lips with your entire being.

"Why don’t you?"

Chris sighed into his microphone, "Are you touching yourself, baby girl?"

"I am. Do you want a taste?"

"Oh, god, yes."

You guided your fingers to your clit and started gently rubbing yourself.

"Do it with me. Come on."

You heard some rustle on your receiver, which was probably Chris pulling his shorts down. He grunted as got comfortable.

"Tell me the things you like when I do it to you."

Chris took a moment to respond and you listened to his sweet grunts during the intermission.

"You’re gonna think I’m crazy but that thing you do with your tongue when you get annoyed. You press it against your cheek. Gets me so fucking hot every time, I don’t know why."

You chuckled at his words, "Didn’t realize it until this moment, but I think I have a kink for making you horny for me."

"Oh, baby girl, I love it when you talk like that."

You slid your fingers to your entrance to collect some of your juices and rub it on your clit, closing your eyes in the meantime thinking it was Chris.

"I really wanna see you naked. Like, right now."

"But you can’t," you responded with a teasing tone, "Tell me what you wanna do to me."

"I- shit- I just wanna feel you under my fingertips again," he loudly exhaled, "What do you wanna do to me?"

Under his fingertips again. Getting scorched. Melting. Evaporating. Hearing the odes he sang to your name if you so much as breathed towards his direction. Your fingers slithered inside you and you started working yourself open.

"I want those lips on me again, Christopher."

"Oh, baby-"

"I want you to fuck me senseless again. Drag my nails all over you."

"Fuck, fuck-" Chris heavily breathed into the microphone, "Oh, baby girl, you're asking for it. You're asking to get fucked so hard. When I see you, it’s on sight."

Your movements accelerated and you started fucking yourself harder, thinking about how he pierced through you the night before.

"Do you- Do you wanna- wanna listen to me cum for you?"

"Yes, AH FUCK YES! For me. For me. Please."

Your breathing got labored over how enthused he was. For you.

"Only if you cum for me, too."

Chris was crumbling to your voice on the other end of the line. You could hear how fast he was pumping himself, probably thinking that it was you.

"Just… Just say my name, again."

"You like that a little too much, huh Christopher?"

"Oh, I love it when you say it like that for me, baby girl. Prettiest sound in the world."

"Do your thing for me, Christopher."

"Ah, baby."

"For me, Christopher."

"Baby, yes."

"You already know I’ll give it to you so good, don’t you, Christopher?"

"Yes, YES baby, NO ONE does it like you. Shit!"

Why did he sound so pretty even with those raw, disgraceful, downright animalistic grunts he let out every time you riled him up like that? You thought you were about to bask in the beauty of the sounds of his orgasm, so it caught you completely off guard when he blurted that out and threw you into a pit of pleasure on cue.

"You own my ass baby girl, you know that, right?"

"Oh, CHRISTOPHER, FUCK!"

Your toes curled so hard as you came that you almost had cramps on your feet. Chris’ moans of ecstasy on the line helped you ride out your orgasm as if he was fucking you through it. You couldn’t help your giggles when you came down.

"I’ll tell Felix he has a serious rival the next time I see him."

Chris reciprocated your lightheaded laughter, "No need, baby girl. I’ll text him that right after we hang up. Please take good care of yourself for me until Saturday, yeah?"

"All spread out on her bed for me. Better not wake her up."

It was a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as you felt your thighs being spread apart. Carefully. With soft movements. So as not to disturb you.

Then you felt this warmth between your legs, the source of which was a body. A man. Very much aroused. It was so intense that you could smell the sweet scent of pheromones raiding your nostrils. The cool night air seeping through your window reached all the way to your wet core when your underwear was slid to the side to expose it under your silk nightgown.

And you immediately started getting overwhelmed with the gentlest sucks on your clit. You wanted to moan. You wanted to moan so fucking loudly, but for some reason, you couldn’t. Or didn’t, just because you didn’t want the man to know how much you were enjoying his tender stimulations. For fear that he would accelerate his pace and it would eventually stop. They were so wet. They were delicious. They were heavenly. You never wanted them to end.

He was talking against your pussy. His voice was barely audible, but for some weird reason, the vibrations provided by his soundwaves against your clit were communicated throughout your entire body. You could understand everything he was saying and you wanted to fucking drink those words like a tall glass of cold water.

"So fucking beautiful."

"God, this taste."

"My baby."

"All mine."

"Need. Every drop."

Insane. He was driving you insane. Your screams of pleasure were only audible to you as you weren’t able to produce a singular sound. You squeezed your eyes to communicate your thoughts to him.

How did you get in here?

"Shh, Minho let me in, baby girl. I’m eating. Don’t interrupt me."

He kept making out with your pussy, drenching it with his saliva and mixing it with your own juices, getting his entire face covered with that beautiful mess of a concoction. He kept talking against you as he sated his hunger.

"So fucking tasty."

"I could eat for hours."

"Don’t ever cum, just let me."

Need you inside.

"You're always on my mind, baby girl. Always on my mind."

You were so fucking wet already that you didn’t need any lubrication for his fingers. They fit right in like your walls were a custom-made case for them.

"God, I love your body."

He hooked his fingers against that deep spot inside you and started massaging it, his tongue still at work on your clit.

"I love you."

Oh, god.

"I love you."

Chris…

"I love you, baby."

You slightly arched your back as you opened your eyes and witnessed yourself cumming to the nothingness in your room, your heart rate through the roof and your pants completely wet. The blurred lines of reality had certainly thrown you for a loop.

It might have been a dream, but you felt this intense urge to get back at Chris all of a sudden. To make him go through the exact same thing as he had just caused you. There was no rule set in stone stating you had to be normal about this. You fucking lied your ass off earlier that day, but it seemed like you were indeed coming down with something.

And you had less than zero clue as to what to do about it.

The infamous Saturday finally arrived and if anybody asked you, you would straight up tell them you woke up like this when in reality you spent hours getting ready until you were satisfied with your look. Little black dress? Check. Heels? Check. Perfume? Check. Lingerie?

Well…

You told Chris to meet you at the restaurant instead of picking you up and you had your reasons for it. It was payback time after all, the reason for which he was totally clueless about for that matter. When you spotted him from afar, your stomach did a little backflip at how insanely gorgeous he looked, but you immediately slapped yourself mentally since there were more important matters at hand. You walked towards the table with determined but still sultry steps, clicking your heels firmly on the marble floor.

"Somebody ordered a date?"

Chris let out an involuntary whistle when he looked up to spot the source of the sound.

"Yeesh!" he exclaimed upon your sight, eyes all widened in surprise and admiration, "You look like the classiest, most expensive escort I’ve ever laid eyes on."

"Why, thank you, you’re such a gentleman. A five-star review to be delivered to my pimp would be much appreciated," you sat down diagonally to him with a smile.

Chris briefly choked and his lips parted at your statement.

"Wait, are you ac- you’re actually gonna-?"

"Let me remind you of some ground rules first," you declared with a firm voice, "Your deal for the night only includes this dinner and a one-time orgasm. Everything else is extra. And I only take cash."

His mouth wouldn’t close. Chris just looked at you in complete disbelief at what was coming out of your lips. You were excessively satisfied with his reaction and picked up the menu on the table while asking him very casually.

"So, are you gonna give me a name?"

Chris quickly shook his head and cleared his throat to get into the character himself, "It’s uh- It’s Chris."

"What do you do for a living, Chris?"

"You get this personal with all your clients?"

"With some of them. If they’re easy on the eyes." 

He looked at you over the menu with a smirk, but no way in hell would you let it get to his head this early in the night.

"Or, you know, maybe I just wanna know up front if they’re gonna be able to really afford me or not. I am the most expensive escort in the business after all. And for good reason."

Chris burst into a peal of nervous laughter and you could literally see his ears getting redder. You threw one leg over the other under the table and examined the menu carefully like your choice of dinner was going to change the course of your fate for good.

What followed your food and drink orders was a string of unnecessarily intimate conversations, very similar to the one you had with Minho the first day you met him, but unlike Minho, Chris was very much willing to talk about himself. Where he grew up, how he ended up in that city, his obsession with creating, and all that jazz. His charms swept you off your feet so hard that even you forgot the premise of the fantasy at one point. Then again, it actually ended up catering to Chris himself: he was the one who made it perfectly clear how being intimate with clients in this context was ‘against the rules’ and that was what riled him up. Midway through your meals, Chris couldn’t help smiling into his glass.

"I have a feeling you like me."

His words pulled you back to earth, reminding you who you were supposed to be, and you pointed your fork at him all aloof.

"Yeah, every guy in the club thinks the dancer likes them," you retorted, "It’s just part of the job to make you feel desired. You know, so that you’ll throw those one dollar bills."

"I’d like to throw hundreds instead if I’m allowed to," Chris responded with a seductive gaze, to which you weren’t exactly unresponsive.

"By all means. It’s encouraged."

You wiped your mouth with class and reached for your water glass both to quench your thirst and provide some more gloss on your lips to make them pop.

"So, what are you into?"

"As in?"

"As in what gets you going. You might have noticed that my job is customer service-oriented. I gotta be able to cater to you accordingly."

Chris tilted his head with brows raised like he was daring you, "Oh, that’s what’s gonna happen tonight? You’re gonna cater to me?"

"Isn’t that why you hired an escort in the first place? You’re supposed to make requests."

He gulped way too thickly to go unnoticed, but went full Chris on you nevertheless, pulling your chair a little closer to him to throw his hand over the backrest. Close enough to touch you, but not touching you in the slightest.

"Then I want the girlfriend experience."

The proximity was exciting you for some reason. You were painfully aware of the butterflies in your stomach, but you gave it your best to appear composed.

"Aren’t you sort of already doing it? Who the fuck takes an escort to dinner?"

"Classy men that barmaids hate," his eyes darted to your lips. You flashed a little smile and brushed your finger on his arm ever so gently.

"Maybe the aforementioned classy men are just annoying as fuck," you leaned back into your chair, smile still plastered on your lips, "But what do I know?"

You took off your right shoe with the help of your left foot and stretched your leg under the table. When you started stroking his inner thighs with your bare foot, Chris dropped his fork on his plate.

"Wh- What are you-?"

"Didn’t you say you wanted the girlfriend experience?" you batted your lashes at him naively. He was clearly taken aback by your boldness that he never got to witness firsthand before.

"This is what you do to your man?"

Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words.

"No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."

Chris closed his eyes and it was apparent that he was struggling to control whatever urge was creeping in, slowly taking control over him.

"You have no idea how hard I am right now."

"I think I kinda do," you pressed your foot lightly in his crotch area to feel the outline of his erection, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm dripping myself."

Chris eyed you from head to toe, chin resting on the back of his right hand, and tsked in disapproval.

"Yet, you still chose to ruin that pretty dress by wearing panties instead when it could have been your juices flowing for me."

You slowly pulled his hand from under his chin and guided it under the table, right over your core, so that he could feel the evidence.

"Who says I’m wearing any?"

"What the f-" Chris heaved a very deep sigh, "You’re acting like I’m the escort here. Can’t you just wait until we get to our room?"

"We have a room?"

"Oh, yeah. I’m taking you to a penthouse tonight."

"A penthouse, huh?" you tugged on his sleeve, "Can I expect some props?"

"Basically anything that allows me to tease the crap out of you, so yes," he dragged his finger on the strap of your dress, "And I’d like to tape this encounter if you indulge me."

You held his gaze for a second out of genuine surprise, "Tape it? Why?"

"I wanna remember possibly the best sex of my life forever," Chris spoke eyes still glued on the movements of his finger, "I was told I could do whatever as long as I pay up front."

You pressed your leg into his thighs again and leaned in closer to him, "Only if I get to keep the copy."

"How about I make you a deal?" Chris grinned shamelessly, "I’ll keep it in a safe and you can decide on the password yourself."

"A little too presumptuous of you to think we’ll cross paths again," you looked right into his eyes.

"Oh, we definitely will. Especially after tonight," Chris responded with a smirk, ordered two glasses of champagne to punctuate the dinner and added, "You asked what I was into. There is actually something that I get a little too excited over."

"That so?" you asked all intrigued, "Not something way too overboard I hope?"

"I wouldn’t say so," he continued taking a sip from the cold drink, "Have you heard of the term narratophilia before?"

"That doesn’t sound too reassuring, just saying," you chuckled into your glass. Chris leaned into you again to be particularly closer to your ear.

"It just means I fucking love it when my partner describes whatever obscene shit they wanna do to me in excruciating detail." Then he reciprocated your earlier tease in the exact same form with a tiny kiss on your earlobe.

"I want you to run that mouth for me."

His voice came out so sensual that it forced you to close your eyes. You couldn’t help the giddiness and the smile spreading on your lips.

"You mean you wanna hear how hard I’m gonna make you cum."

A muffled yet very content hum escaped his mouth and he broke into a smile, eyes getting squinted a little.

"Then you should know, I've been thinking about tonight for days ever since I learned my company was you," you gently ran your fingers on his hand, "Been also thinking about sitting on that pretty face all day long."

"God, I just can't wait to fuck you tonight," Chris licked his lips reflexively, "Fair warning, I’m a little too excited so I might just start fucking you right in the elevator."

"Told you. It’s extra," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don’t care how much it’s gonna cost me as long as you give it to me, baby girl. I'll fucking rip your clothes off the moment we get back."

The tone of his voice noticeably changed. It was obvious his enthusiasm was getting a little hard to control and you loved witnessing that.

"I keep thinking about your body against mine. I can't fucking focus," he placed a semi-chaste kiss on your shoulder which was at least defendable by public affection standards, "I want you between my thighs and I want it ASAP."

He brushed your hair behind your ear, basically eyefucking the shit out of you in public, and that stare… did something to you. You pierced Chris’ soul with your gaze before you talked.

"And I want to wrap my lips around you. Seems like a good match."

You slid your knife off the table with a swift movement and feigned the most exaggerated innocence ever.

"Oh, would you look at this? So much for swiping right. I’m such a klutz, I’m so sorry."

You kneeled down next to your chair and pushed the knife further under the table, creating the perfect excuse to crawl under it and spread Chris’ thighs for you hidden under that tablecloth. 

"Wh- What are you doing?" he whispered, utterly panicked.

"Keep quiet," you warned him, "Unless you have a thing for getting exposed, that is."

You unbuckled his belt and released his erection out of its confinement. God, that looked so pretty, all flushed and leaking for you. You took a deep breath in admiration and just went for it, taking his length in the comforting wet warmth of your mouth. 

You had an inkling of what was going on above the table from the way Chris clenched his thighs really hard at the contact. You weren’t able to see it then, but in reality, he was biting on his fist so hard not to make any noise, silently cursing under his breath so that only you would be able to hear them.

"Jesus FUCK, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me."

You chuckled with your mouth full of him and those vibrations caused him to flinch in his seat. You were just scratching the surface, just gently sucking him, not applying any sort of pressure whatsoever. Like he did to you. It didn’t matter if the scene of the crime was your subconscious. He had this coming.

"Fucking tease. Do you want me to shoot it on your face for everyone to see here? Is that what you want?"

You felt the slam of his fist on the table when you took all of him down your throat, possibly causing a few heads to turn to his direction. 

"How was everything, sir?"

"C-could we get the check, please?" Chris asked the waiter while tapping on your shoulder under the table to stop. You found his helplessness fucking hilarious. Nevertheless, you placed one more kiss on his tip and got up without letting him finish.

"On the house. Don’t get used to it," you winked at him while licking your lips.

"Those lips are pure fucking electric. That was incredible," Chris sighed with eyes still closed, "Although it escalated to painful."

"Pity. Maybe you should do something about it."

You pressed your tongue in your cheek, knowing damn well what it was going to do to him. 

"Fuck, I want you so bad. Let’s just get out of here."

You were expecting Chris to hail a cab, but he ended up opening the door to the backseat of a fucking Rolls-Royce Phantom for you waiting right in front of the restaurant, and got in after you.

"Could you roll up the partition, please?" Chris requested from the driver as soon as he closed the door. Once he was convinced you had some privacy at the back, he instantly grabbed your face for an excessively heated kiss, moaning into your lips loudly while slithering his fingers between your legs.

"Shh, he’s gonna hear!"

"Don’t care. I wanna feel how wet you are for me."

His fingers slid into you so easily as he kept kissing you with muffled moans like he was the one getting touched. So avid. So passionate. If Chris wasn’t arousal materialized at that very moment…

"You’re kidding me with this shit! Fucking soaked. Spread it for me, come on."

He parted your thighs more for himself and started fingering you in earnest. Chris knew exactly how to touch you, where to touch you, how much pressure you needed to go absolutely haywire.

"Oh, fuck, yes!

"You get me so fucking hard when you moan for me like that."

He pressed his forehead against yours, panting with you, thumb rubbing your clit fervently, smearing your wetness all over his palm.

"Tell me what you want from me," Chris asked eyes closed. You squeezed an answer in between your heavy breathing.

"I n- I need to feel you against me."

"I want to taste you so bad."

"I want you ins- inside of me. OH, GOD!"

Your moans were getting out of control with your orgasm approaching fast. You didn’t care if you were going to be heard by then. To hell with reservations, let people hear. Let people fucking hear some Christopher Bang was launching you into the stratosphere.

"Are you gonna let go for your man?"

Your man.

You snapped so fucking hard that you were squeezing his arms to hold onto something. You know, to not die. 

"Please, so fucking close!"

Instead of quickening his pace, Chris began slowing it down and eventually stopped.

"Not yet."

You let out another moan, but out of pure frustration this time whereas Chris was chortling, very entertained by the state he put you in.

"There’s no way I’m not requesting you again."

Oh, right. The girlfriend experience.

When you arrived at your destination, you did your best to alleviate any sort of disheveled look before getting out of the car and putting on a somewhat graceful demeanor like you didn’t just let a guy finger the shit out of you. Chris had turned the switch on and there was no way to turn it back off until you got that sweet release. When you got into the elevator you found yourself looking for ways to initiate something, but you hated the idea of looking desperate for him.

"Gave up on the idea of fucking me in the elevator?"

"Watching you get this horny over me feels better if I’m honest," Chris teased pressing your body onto his, and slowly grazed his teeth on your jaw, "And I’d much rather be kissing your waist instead."

"Who’s hornier is up for debate, apparently. Pin me against this mirror while you’re at it, why don’t you?"

"Say please," he smirked.

Like hell you were going to. You grabbed his hands on your waist and guided them towards your ass instead in retaliation, and squeezed it on his behalf.

"You little- Get over here."

Chris turned you around in one swift movement, making you face the mirror as he pressed himself onto you, properly groping your ass in full force. You could watch the way he was licking his lips in the mirror and it made you fucking clench.

"You like this a little too much," he observed, "Good thing I made plans to fuck you against a mirror tonight." 

"You like vanity tables, huh?"

"Not necessarily," he smiled with a sultry gaze and let you go as the elevator door opened.

When you walked into that prospective battlefield, you witnessed what Chris meant in its full glory. There was a mirror in the room alright, but it was a gigantic one placed on the ceiling. Your lips inadvertently parted.

Ideas. Too many of them. Your head was full of it.

"Some more champagne?"

Chris pulled you back to reality and offered you a sweating cold glass.

"Oh, absolutely."

"Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back."

You walked towards the couches facing the magnificent view of the city, also neighboring the coffee table harboring the champagne bottle on ice and what appeared to be chocolate fondue. You grabbed one of the plump strawberries in the bowl and dipped it in the molten chocolate. There was some clatter coming from behind you and when you turned around slurping on the strawberry, you saw Chris setting up a camera in the corner. Then he made his way over to you behind the couch and spread his hands to the sides on the backrest.

"You want some?" you looked up at him throwing your head all the way back, and lifted the chocolate-covered strawberry towards him.

"Oh, absolutely."

He grabbed the fruit from your hand just to feed it back to you. When you bit on it, however, Chris covered your mouth with his, taking the strawberry back with his tongue. He grabbed the fondue pot on the coffee table and walked towards the nightstand.

"I want this by the bedside. In case the craving strikes."

He put on some music as sultry as his entire existence was at that moment and reached his hand out to you to get you up from your seat. The moment you were on your feet, he pressed his strawberry-stained lips on yours, walking you slowly back to the bed. You took the moment to explore his lips, his jawline, his neck, everywhere you could lay your lips on.

"You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful," he kept repeating in between his kisses like he didn’t know how to form any other sentence. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and peeled it off of him. There it was again. That magnificent torso on display for you.

"Say my name again."

"Christopher."

You ran your hands on his chest and that contact forced you to latch your lips on his nipples, one hand palming him over his pants. The more you dragged your tongue on him, the more he was twitching in his pants, silently pleading that you would get him out of it soon. He lifted your chin to face him again and unzipped your dress as his lips continued to consume you.

"On your knees for me, baby girl."

Chris guided you to climb on the bed and unbuckled his belt, removing whatever obstacle there was preventing the much needed skin-to-skin contact. He positioned himself right behind you, your entrance already glistening with an excessive amount of gloss, telling on how ready you were for him to make you float on air. Feeling just the tip of his cock against you pulled a needlessly enthusiastic whimper out of you. Chris was no better than you, letting out a loud prolonged grunt until he bottomed out.

"Just how do you take it so well every damn time? Fuck!"

Then he started moving. Taking his sweet time. Absolutely no rush, but movements still firm enough to rub his cock against your walls, putting you in an utter dilemma. A part of you just wanted to relish this sensation forever, but another part of you was riddled with this urge to yell at him to fuck you into that mattress. 

"Look up, baby girl. You gotta watch this."

Being completely lost in the waves of pleasure, you almost forgot about the existence of the mirror hovering over you. When you glanced at the ceiling, however, the sight was such a fucking turn-on that you couldn’t help that violent clench. You watched Chris sucking on his fingers to get them wet enough for you and leaning over you, pressing his fingers on your clit to draw languid circles on it.

"Oh, fuck! Just like that. Right there."

"Moan for me. Come on, louder."

He practically didn’t even have to say it because you were in no state to control those exclaims of pleasure. Every touch, every thrust, every kind of contact just forced it out of you.

"Harder. HARDER! Don't stop."

But Chris did stop no matter how briefly. He pulled out to turn you around to face him, throwing one leg over his shoulder to hit that spot that he knew was going to turn you into mere dust.

"Oh, FUCKING HELL, CHRIS!"

"That’s it. That’s my girl. You’re doing incredible."

You could swear you went temporarily blind over how ridiculously intense the pleasure was. You took a second to avert your eyes from Chris’ crazily beautiful face and watched the sublime way he was fucking you in that mirror, his back all tensed up, literally asking to be marked by you. He caressed your face to demand your attention on him again.

"Your hands are so pretty, you know," you grabbed his hand, "Why don’t you choke me a little with these?"

Chris placed his right hand over your throat to expertly command the way you breathe. His grip was firm, but he wasn’t hurting you in the slightest, just making you question why the fuck it was this arousing to completely give into him. You clenched again.

"You like that, huh?"

It might have started as a fantasy but he was indeed making you feel like an unhinged nymphomaniac, making you want him more and more, and for some reason you caught yourself reveling in that feeling.

"Oh, these walls are just begging to be painted. You’ll let me, right baby girl?"

"Yes. Fucking yes!"

"And you’ll keep it in for me. Not let it drip out?"

"Why the sudden obsession?" you giggled, but Chris answered with a completely serious face.

"Because any drop of my cum that’s not inside you is a fucking waste, that’s why."

You clenched again and you could feel the contractions getting stronger.

"You’re not about to knock me up, are you?" 

He contorted his face and twitched inside you. Hard.

"No shit, you want to, don’t you?"

"Maybe I do," Chris broke into a grin, "Maybe I wanna claim you."

"Or maybe you just wanna see me lactate, you deranged prick. I see how you look at my chest."

He clenched again—harder this time.

"Yeah maybe. Maybe I just want an excuse to suck on your nipples all day every day."

You looked at Chris’ face covered with beads of sweat, dripping on you as he kept fucking into you with fervor. He wanted an excuse? You could give him one.

"Cum for me."

"Ah, baby, please-"

"Shoot it on my chest. Come on, Christopher."

"OH, FUCK!"

Chris pulled out at the last second and jerked himself off to your breasts, covering them with strings of thick warm fluid. It felt amazing on your skin.

"Kiss me. Right here," you fondled your breasts to present him with his new target. He hovered over you to cater to your request and then some. He was dragging his tongue around your nipples and breasts to wipe his trail off of you like you were a canvas meant to be immediately cleaned after being painted. 

"Holy shit, never knew my cum on your skin would taste this good. So milky."

You squirmed under him until he was done cleaning you, and at long last, it was time for some sightseeing.

"Show me that back again."

Chris moved up on the bed and turned around for you to admire that sight for however long you wished.

"Oh, GOD, I just wanna fucking tattoo this."

You sat up to wrap your legs around him from behind and started kissing every inch of his back while he kept caressing your legs. You eventually moved up to his neck and just went at it, kissing, licking, biting wherever you can. You pulled him towards you, signaling him to lie down, and climbed on top of him. Chris knew where this was going.

"Oh, fuck yeah, ride me, baby girl. Show me what you got, come on."

Well, he definitely shouldn’t have said that. You started rolling your hips with a newfound fervor, hands securely placed on his chest. Chris assisted your moves by fucking into you from under, and the faster he moved, the stronger was the urge to mark that gorgeous chest. It didn’t take that long for you to give into that impulse, completely unleashing yourself on him, riding his cock with rougher movements.

"FUCK, just like that. There’s my girl. I wanna watch you go to town on me."

…which was exactly what he did until he took control again to press you against him, marking hickeys on your neck.

"Turn around, baby girl. Lay down on my chest."

As you were taking your position, he reached for the nightstand to bring out an aid for himself.

"This is about to make you go fucking berserk."

Chris started fucking into you again with precise movements and pressed the wand on your clit at the lowest intensity. His cock inside you, the vibrator in your pussy, his breath on your neck, his entire body under you, all of them combined under the sky that was that goddamn ceiling mirror… It was just too fucking much to stay sane.

"Shh, don’t make me restrain you, baby girl," he warned you as you kept wriggling over him, "Watch us. Watch how fucking beautiful you are. See for yourself this is where you belong. My fucking god, you rile me up so bad."

Nothing but your crazed moans echoed in the room. Nothing but Chris existed in this world. There was no other feeling but pleasure.  

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, you’re driving me fucking crazy!"

"And you’re absolutely making me lose my fucking mind, baby girl," he gently bit your neck again, "Time to cum for me now."

Chris started fucking into you harder and faster while increasing the intensity of the vibrator, making it crystal clear for you that there was no way you could escape that impending car crash you were about to experience.

"Oh, god. Oh, GOD. OH, GOD, CHRIS, PLEASE!"

He kept fucking you through your orgasm for a hot minute while you kept panting and moaning over him, making him pleasantly surprised that it was taking this long. This was a first for you. You had experienced some strong orgasms before, but nothing quite like this. That jumbotron of a TV that was the gigantic ceiling mirror broadcasting your own porn back to you was definitely to blame for this.

"Are you still cumming, baby girl?" Chris chuckled into your neck, nipping and leaving wet marks on it with his tongue, moaning into your skin along with you.

"Just like that. Coat me all over."

You eventually managed to come down, your body still spread over him. You were spent, but apparently, Chris didn’t see any reason to call it a night. He caressed your cheeks instead and asked you with a bright smile:

"You wanna go again?"

"In a bit," you replied, still slightly panting. Then your eyes darted to the nightstand, "Oh, almost forgot about this."

You rolled over to shift yourself and face Chris again. His entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, making him glow under the dim lights of the room. There was this one part on his torso that you found particularly charming. You marked it in your mind as your final destination and reached for the spoon on the nightstand.

"This might feel a little warm."

Chris hissed in pleasure when you carefully dripped the molten chocolate on his abs, on his navel, and finished it off with a trail around his Adonis belt. You put the spoon back, positioned yourself comfortably between his legs, and started eating the chocolate off of him with languid drags of your tongue. The density of the sweet liquid was thick, and it tasted even more intense on your tongue when mixed with his natural scent like that. This was probably one of the rarer delicacies you ever got to experience in your life. You made your way down from his abs down to his crotch, licking him with pure appetite, his moans accompanying you throughout the entire route. Chris brushed your hair away from your face to get a better look at your beautiful features and you held his gaze as you relished the dessert you didn’t get to have during dinner. Then you hit your last stop.

The freckle right under his navel.

You focused your eyes on that beautiful mark and attached your lips to it, kissing and licking much like the way you did when he stripped for you. Your ministrations were so much more sensual this time around, causing Chris to throw his head back, tugging at his own locks. You placed one last kiss on the freckle and climbed up on him again, transferring the chocolate taste on his tongue because he made you want to share dessert with him. No other reason.

"My turn."

Chris laid you on the bed and reached for the spoon himself, delicately dripping the warm liquid over your pussy just enough to make it slowly drip on your clit.

"Eyes up on the ceiling, baby girl. Watch yourself get out of your body. Watch me make you fucking soar."

He made himself comfortable between your legs and continued with a playful tone:

"One condition, though. If you can’t hold it, I’m gonna stop. Please don’t make me stop eating, I get really hangry."

That same damn torture you saw in your dream a couple of days ago manifested itself right before your eyes in 4K this time. Chris latched his lips on your clit, applying no pressure on it whatsoever. Just this very faint buzzing sensation provided by his content hums and barely audible moans. The only other aid was his warm hands wrapped around your thighs, gently stroking them.

"Shit-"

"Mhm, that’s my girl. Just like that."

He coated two of his fingers with his saliva to make it easier to push into you and went back to working your clit again. Very softly. His pumps were unnecessarily tender like he was scared to hurt you. It was intense. It was violent. It was beautiful. Your toes were curling at how delectable it all felt.

"Oh, god."

"There you go. You’re incredible."

Chris grabbed one more aid from the nightstand to accompany the wand he was about to use on you. You were expectantly watching him, trying to distract yourself from the magnitude of the pleasure because if you did, you would blow right on his luscious lips. He initially grabbed just the wand, turned it on to the lowest intensity, and pressed it against your clit, fingers still working you open. You were struggling to keep yourself in place since the stimulations were starting to overwhelm you. 

"Fuck. Oh, Chris, please."

"You’re doing amazing for me, baby girl," he placed a kiss on your pussy, "You can take a little more for me now, yeah?"

Chris pushed the little bullet vibrator he just took out inside you and started giving kitten licks on your clit while pressing the wand right above it.

Oh, now you’ve done it.

Too much. It was just plain too much for you to handle and you had to make that known to him.

"Please! Ch- PLEASE!"

"Sensitive?" he giggled against your clit.

"I’m about to fucking lose it, Chris, PLEASE STOP THIS TORTURE!!!"

You were drenched. Fucking soaked. Sopping wet. And on the brink of passing out.

"Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl," Chris soothed you, "I’ll just slide right in now. Hold onto me."

He cast his assault weapons to the side and placed himself between your thighs again.

"Watch yourself. Watch me drive you crazy."

It was true. Chris was rock hard, but he slid inside effortlessly as if he poured an entire bottle of lube in you. You clung to his arms.

"Press yourself on me."

"Wanna get crushed under me again?" he smiled with fondness on his face. When you frantically nodded, Chris pressed his body against yours, still careful not to actually hurt you, and started fucking into you again. He felt much better than all those vibrators combined.

"Fucking hell, why are you this pretty?" Chris couldn’t help the urge to attack your lips, "Moan louder for me, come on."

"Chris."

"Louder, baby girl."

"AH, CHRIS!"

"That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl," he maniacally smiled out of sheer ecstasy. Feeling every inch of his body against yours, not to mention the way the heights he was taking you to was simply astounding, forcing moans after moans to rip from your throat.

"Ascend me. Drive me crazy. Crush me. Fucking use me. I can’t fucking take this!"

"You’re just so fucking filthy," he groaned.

"You can call me a whore to my face, it’s fine," you stupidly smiled at him. Chris unleashed himself on your lips instead, kissing you hungrily again.

"But I paid for the girlfriend experience, didn’t I? I wanna call you my baby instead."

Something churned inside you at his words. Your stomach dropped. You heard fireworks in the distance, but for the life of you, you couldn’t look him in the eye. Chris held your face in place and glued his eyes on yours.

"Look at me." 

You had no choice but to face him head-on now.

"Let me love you, baby."

You wanted to combust. You wanted the floor to part and swallow you whole so that you didn’t have to face him. This was way more embarrassing than whatever debauchery you allowed yourselves to indulge in for the past couple of hours. 

While you were wrapped up in this internal conflict, Chris grabbed the bullet once again and pressed it on your clit as he fucked into you at a way more quickened pace and a dangerous angle pressing into you, threatening a very explosive orgasm.

"Let go for your man. I want you to drench me."

"Please."

"Cum for me, baby."

"Please."

"Say my name when you cum for me."

"Chris, pl-"

"Say it, baby girl."

"Christopher, FUCK!"

For a second there, you weren’t exactly sure whether you were cumming or it was a very uncalled for watersports situation going on. You sank your fingers into his arms, violently convulsing under him with uncontrollable and frequent moans. The sensations along with the wonderful sounds coming out of you were way too much to handle for Chris. He let himself run wild, shooting his entire load in you with erratic thrusts, eventually collapsing on your chest.

"My beautiful baby girl," he kissed you and slapped a mischievous smile to his lips while trying to catch his breath, "You wanna go again?"

"I don’t plan on dying tonight," you inadvertently giggled. Chris wrapped you in his arms and drifted to sleep in absolute bliss.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you woke up in the middle of the night again.

Your chest was heavy. Being next to Chris like that, replaying everything he said to you, pretend or otherwise, was making all your synapses fail. You had to get out of there if you didn’t wanna find yourself in a deeper mess than you were already in. You just had to control yourself. Control your feelings to avoid that inevitable pain. You gently uncovered the sheets on you, but before your feet could even touch the ground…

"No."

…you felt a tight grip on your wrist. 

"I’m not letting you go this time."

Chris pulled you back to bed in one harsh movement, completely trapping you in his embrace, his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist, legs tangled with yours, and nose buried in the crook of your neck. You were overwhelmed with too many feelings, so much so that you were panicking. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to bawl your fucking eyes out. You wanted to beg for mercy.

You were drowning in emotions you shouldn’t have been feeling.

Absolutely shouldn’t have been feeling.

What was even worse was that there was video evidence of it all if you ever wanted to torture yourself.

«TO BE CONTINUED»

WATCH YOU // BANG CHAN

Summary : Chan's crazy, but so is his lover.

warnings : obsession, stalking, hints of possesiveness, trespassing, chan's a peeping tom, suggestive content but NOT smut, gender neutral.

!!a/n!! : i'm not romanticising any type of stalking behaviour, nor peeping into someone's house or personal lives. this is just a fucked up story with fucked up characters.

also, this is a work of fiction and in no way represents what chan is like in actual life. this is purely made for entertainment purposes and doesn't intend to offend anyone.

Chan couldn't believe the circumstances he was in.

His love, his lover, just a few meters away from him in black satin, putting red on the plump lips he always wanted to taste. But all he could do was look through his binoculars.

His breath shuddered when he saw some other guy's hands on the body he wanted to claim. Chan half-wanted him to close the curtains and commence the sinful act, but the other part of him wanted to continue watching the scene.

Maybe he was just a pervert, but no; it didn't feel like pleasure. It was a punishment for him, watching his one and only get devoured by another man. He watched them continue shamelessly, it almost turned him on but the sight of the stranger man's face irked him. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the binoculars tightly.

He could swear you were doing this on purpose; and not because of the mentality that everything you did was about him, but because at times he could see you glance right out of the window, across the street, at him. Or his window, at least.

And there's no way of actively telling he was watching you. The lights were closed, the curtains were drawn, Chan was hiding under the window.

Maybe it was a coincidence, you must've been anxious of someone seeing you like that. But when you pulled your partner towards your own window, bent on it, begging to get fucked there while looking straight at your neighbour's window, Chan knew it was no coincidence.

You knew he was there, watching.

And you wanted him to.

When the night was at its darkest and the moon shone brightest, Chan was certain the man from earlier was gone.

He never stayed there more than necessary. He was there for the sex, and it annoyed Chan to no end.

Here he was, worshipping you from afar, wanting, even dying for a moment with you. And the only thing the strange man saw was a good fuck.

You deserved better.

And Chan was certain he could give you that.

So there he was, tip-toeing across your front yard, trying to climb up to the same window he was watching you through, and stumbling into your bedroom.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't control himself. He wanted to see you, not when you're fucked out because of another man, but when you're peaceful and sleeping in serenity.

And he was right, you looked beautiful.

Against the white satin sheets that adored your bed, you looked like a dream to him. He walked up to you, and knelt beside the bed to look at you closely. Your rosy lips, your smooth skin, that was all that mattered to him.

Fearing you'd get cold, he brought the blanket at the end of your bed up, pulling it to your shoulders, and that's when he froze.

You were no longer the serene sight you were before.

Instead, you were staring right back at him.

Chan's guts twisted at the sight. He was done, he fucked up, that was all he was thinking. You'd never want him, not without him forcing you. And the urge to just grab you and take you with him was overwhelming, but he was smarter than that and wanted to see how the situation will play out.

You slowly sat up, thankfully clothed, and crossed your arms.

"I thought you'd be here to take me away, but I didn't know you really cared."

You were smiling now, a warm look in your eyes that felt foreign to the scene. You should be scared, screaming at him to go away and running to the other side of the room. But you were defenseless, almost comfortable in his presence.

Chan composed himself as much as he could, slowly sitting on your mattress, testing the waters. You didn't behave any differently, so once he sat down, he spoke up.

"You're awfully calm," he remarked. What do you even say when the person you've been stalking for all these months talks to you while you trespassed their property and entered in their room without any consent?

You shrugged at his words. "Yeah, I knew you were here. You weren't particularly quiet."

Another shock. Chan repeated your words in his head, but no mattee how many times he did, they didn't make any sense. Curiosity was killing him, and he couldn't figure you out.

You continued, seeing that he won't respond to you anytime soon. "I know you watch me. Watch over me. All the damn time."

You were now moving as you spoke, crawling towards him. "I know you follow me when I go out. Always 10 steps behind me."

You were now sitting on a frozen Chan's lap, legs on either side of him. He didn't know what to do, what to say. For the first time, he felt as if he had no control over what was happening to him, and you were slowly coaxing him to lose it all.

"I know you're always watching me when I'm in my room. When I work, when I get dressed, when I get all dolled up and pretty for him."

That snapped Chan out of his trance, the mention of the one person he despised the most bringing all those feelings of bitterness and jealousy.

"How do you know?" he seethed through his teeth, jaw clenched. You only chuckled, leaning in, your lips close to his ears.

"Because I do the same."

You pushed his shoulders, making him lay down on you bed, you hovering over him. You knew he was back in his state of shock, he won't do anything but listen to you.

"I do it all for you, you know. Getting all pretty, wearing those clothes. Even he is here for you. So that you can see what you could have."

You started pressing kisses on his jaw, his breath getting heavier which drove you crazy.

"I've watched you, wanted you, needed you so badly. It made me so happy seeing you liked watching me too. Made my job easier."

"W-what job?" Chan stuttered as you started sucking on his sweet spot. He could've been in heaven if your words didn't keep him grounded.

You looked up, looking him right in the eye. "Making sure you're mine only."

You didn't kiss him again, knowing your limits as his consent wasn't clear to you. So you settled for a hug. Laying on top of him, both your bodies pressed together as you wrapped your arms around his waist, his laying on the sides.

You listened to his heartbeat going wild under your touch, your ear right next to his heart.

"You're all I need, Chan. I want you. Want you to be mine."

And that was all Chan needed to wrap his arms around you as well, making you smile as well.

"I'm yours. From the moment I saw you, I was all yours."

catching him watching you sleep ︱stray kids

pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff ︱word count: 0.7k︱ warning: may contain grammar errors, not proofread, someone got smacked on the face and someone fell off the bed

a/n: hello again!! i was overwhelmed with how many people liked my first post so here's another one. hope you like this one too!! (tho this is such a random idea?) if you also recognized this on ig, its me lol

Chan

The moment your eyes slowly opened, he was staring at you fondly while his lips curved into a small sweet smile. 

he would be surprised but would ask how was your sleep 

tucks you again because he knows you're still tired and he probably woke you up from the noise he made earlier

"You should've woken me up." you said, voice muffled and a bit raspy, Chan just smiled hugging you close to his body and chuckling 

"I can't do that, it's like disturbing an angel sleeping" 

Lee Know

would be frozen still while he's crouching from the floor, his head leaning on both hands, forming the flower pose

"Oh? You saw nothing, go back to sleep."

it would be dark and cold, but his face was hot and still getting hotter and redder once he heard you giggle behind him

would be very embarrassed that he's caught 

you would enjoy teasing him about it and would teasingly ask how often he does that

"No, I don't do it often… I don't know." 

Changbin

I think he would just chuckle, or straight up laugh because he's caught, the watching time is over 

he would be actually a nervous wreck that you would think it's weird, especially when you asked him why he's doing that

" I'm not upset," you would chuckle, pulling his shirt lazily, "Just surprised that you would actually do that." 

and when he's finally beside you, you'd give him a peck on his cheeks and he'd return it, hugging you close

"Of course I would, you're beautiful."

Hyunjin

"Hyuj-!!" 

unintentionally covers your face with his large hand to prevent the embarrassment with another embarrassment move

"No, I Uhh… don't be mad at me." 

then he would release his hands and you can finally breathe properly and laugh properly

he would be really fast on moving from the floor to his hand on your face

you would tell him it was fine, but he was already too embarrassed, I think he would bury his face on your pillow or on your neck. 

"I arrived early, I swear, I lost track of time because you look soft, like an angel."

Han

very much surprised, falls off the bed

"I'm fine!" he'd shout from the floor, face completely red

he would the same as Hyunjin, both lost track of time staring at your sleeping face and getting fascinated by your features

he would not listen when you tell him to get up from the floor that you'd look at him, head popping out from the bed and teasing him about it and he'd just pout all day

"Shut up, it's a way of showing affection too!"

Felix 

would give you the sweetest smile when you were about to open your eyes and still, you catch up on that smile.

"Too sweet Lix, what time is it?" 

I think it would be somewhat normal to the both of you, occasionally watching each other sleep. 

"10pm. Sleep more sunshine, I'll sleep too." 

 "Then you should've slept earlier if you're tired instead of watching me sleep, geez Lixie stop being perfect will yah?" 

"I can't help it, you're too lovely." 

Seungmin

"Nothing, sleep."

he would say that with the book he's reading now on his lap, would cover you with the blanket you two are sharing and keep it tight to calm himself down

"Kim Seungmin, I already saw you, it wasn't nothing and it's getting hot here!" 

then that's when the blanket was off you and he's back to reading, but it was still obvious he's embarrassed 

"What happened with the book is it boring?" 

"Kind of, you moved so I looked at you but… I couldn't stop staring." 

I.N

would almost fall off the bed but managed to pull himself together and sit up straight but would be covering his face with his hands

when he would hear you giggle cutely to that, he knows it safe and you're not mad

would be too shy that he'd change the subject to how was your sleep but eventually he would talk about it shyly 

tucks you to bed too, moving close to you while he would slowly drift off to sleep beside you. 

"It's the time you're that peaceful… it's mesmerizing, yeah you are." 

NO RULES (18+!)

TXT - No Rules

🖤 A series of events in your university’s library makes your boyfriend’s jealousy show in the most satisfying way possible.

CONTENT INFO: hyunjin x afab reader, established relationship, nonidol!au, smut, seungmin x reader (mentioned); part of the FREEZE 땡 SERIES (but can be read without reading the series first, even though I would appreciate it! <;3)

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNING: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, tiny bit of jealousy/possessive hyunjin solely as an act of sexual teasing, exhibitionism/sex in a public place (good old library), fingering, piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), edging, a lot of praise actually, name calling (good girl, baby, sweetheart, angel, doll, slut); not proof read lol

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

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There is this game your boyfriend and you like to play oh so much. Or at least you're trying to hold onto the belief it’s still a game.

From time to time, you put all your strength into getting Hyunjin riled up by making him jealous.

And today isn’t any different per se but it’s a much more dangerous level of the game he’s participating in because of the special location – your university’s library.

Your initial idea was to come here alone after your class had ended, searching for a few books you still need in order to work on your presentation about historical political systems.

But then you crossed paths with your ex boyfriend, Seungmin, while walking past the shelves with literature about Ancient Greece.

Since you haven’t seen each other in a while – you’re still pretty close regarding the green/platonic level of your relationship bars – Seungmin offered to study together. That’s why you’re currently sitting at one of the round tables with him, skimming through the pages and inhaling the scent of the old books.

Seungmin knows he’s not allowed to cross a line, he knows you’re in a new relationship now. But there’s no problem with catching up on your friendship, right?

Well, at least that’s your opinion. But do you know who’s not exactly agreeing with that?

Right, your boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil, the blonde is already approaching you, eyes filled with anger once he spots how close your ex is sitting next to you.

Instantly getting the hint, you excuse yourself, telling Seungmin you’ll need to get a second book from another section in the library.

Hyunjin instantly follows you, walking behind you in the dark and cramped aisles, until you’re caged between his body and the wall – a dead end.

“Jinnie– what’s going on?” You ask him now, discreetly testing the waters.

"Oh, come on, you and I both know what he was doing."

Hyunjin‘s piercing gaze goes straight through your skull, practically pinning you against the bookshelf just from his staring.

“He wasn't doing anything, we were just studying and catching up on stuff to talk about.”

Of course, studying with your ex boyfriend can be understood wrong. But is Hyunjin really in a position to get jealous?

“Sure. Catching up on stuff. Then allow me to catch up on stuff too, won’t you, doll?”

His fingers find one of the belt loops of your skirt, bringing you close to him with little to no effort. In the blink of an eye, his lips hit your neck, passionately attacking the soft skin with kisses. Your boyfriend pulls you closer, hands landing on your ass.

“Jinnie– wait. We’re at the library, we can’t do this here in public.”

Hyunjin scoffs and brings his head back up, gaze fixated on your face now for any signs you’re not teasing him with your words like you usually do.

“How’s that? Has never been a hindrance for you the past few times before,” he chuckles. He then looks up and his eyes filled with the utmost lust and desire meet yours.

“Doll,“ he continues, ”that guy finally has to understand you belong to me. And if it takes me fucking you in the campus’ library, it’ll be nothing but a pleasure for me. You know, there are no rules when you’re with me – except for one and that’s to behave and be a good girl, in case you want to cum.”

His words shoot straight down to your core, the sensation causing nothing less than the utmost desire to pool between your legs. Almost on autopilot, your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to get some friction.

Of course, your boyfriend instantly notices – at least that’s what his evil smirk indicates. He wastes no time, quickly bringing his hand on your upper legs, as they wander up towards your heat.

“Good thing you’re wearing a skirt, sweetheart. My girl always makes it so easy for me,” he chuckles, once he brushes the hem of the pastel coloured fabric. Meanwhile, his lips are busy with attaching soft kisses on your throat, from time to time landing on that sweet spot right below your ear.

Only those few actions almost cause you to let out a moan, but you’re luckily suppressing it at the last second, hastily bringing your palm over your mouth.

And when he slightly lets his fingers dance over your hidden panties, you're convinced you’re going to see stars soon.

No, correction – not only stars, the whole fucking universe.

“Would you take these off for me, baby?” Your boyfriend asks, the innocent tone in his voice the absolute opposite to his entire demeanour. You sheepishly nod at his instruction and instantly follow suit, handing him the soaked clothing.

The blonde chuckles at his success, not quite believing yet he’s actually having you all to himself at the campus’ library. As an artist himself, the only place that could steal this one the show in a ranking would be a painter’s studio. He reminds himself to add this idea to his mental list of places he’d like to bend you over.

When he’s made sure the lace is secured inside his jeans’ back pocket, he gets back to his main business. Half a second later, his fingers meet your wet folds, the precum being smeared over them helping two of his digits to enter you.

For a moment you halt in place, a not so successful attempt to avoid letting out another sound of pleasure. Not wanting to get caught either, Hyunjin places his other hand over your lips.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet. Only good girls get to cum, you know that, right?” You eagerly nod at his question. Usually, Hyunjin would have asked for verbal agreement, but you’re physically restricted to speak. For situations like that, you’ve agreed that this kind of movement counts as consent as well.

While Hyunjin is still occupied in drawing circles around your clit with his thumb, his other two fingers fill you up so nicely, deliciously spreading your walls. With the way his long digits brush that spot inside you, you’re sure you can’t wait any longer.

And Hyunjin knows too.

He sees it in your eyes every time. How they meet the back of your head, when you’re getting closer.

Since your boyfriend is still mad about your little flirting talking session with your ex a few minutes ago, he decides the only fair thing to do is to pull his fingers out of you again.

Leaving you there all empty – quite literally – as your walls start clenching around nothing.

You’re about to complain, but Hyunjin reminds you where you currently are by placing his index finger on his lips. He then grabs your hips, turning you around in the process until your face crashes into the shelf.

As quiet as possible, not wanting to make even a decibel of a sound, he lowers his pants only as much as necessary. One of his hands finds your mouth again, making sure to keep you silent for what’s about to happen next. He uses the other one to wrap it around his hardened length, a string of saliva landing on his cock, before he strokes it a few times to evenly spread the liquid.

Aligning his tip with your entrance, he painfully slowly slides in and you’re soon reminded that his long fingers do no justice to your favourite part of his body. His thrusts begin with a slow starting pace, since he’s still trying to get used to the unusual location.

Your boyfriend always seems to be absolutely confident in these types of situations but it’s nothing more than that – pretending. If he’s a bit more honest Hyunjin would admit he’s currently losing his mind as well – of course in a good way.

The squelchy sounds from between your legs threaten to echo through the room just as similar as the loud rattling noises caused by your body being pressed and crashed into the shelf. You’ve never been so relieved about the trivial fact, the wooden furniture is filled with as many books as possible, making it harder for any item to fall out and meet the floor. That’s the last thing you’d need now.

“Hm, just like that, doll. Always so caring for her boyfriend, my good little slut allowing me to rail her in public.” The whispers flowing into your ear bring you back to reality for a second, your mind has already driven off so far you haven’t even noticed.

“S-So good, this pussy is made for me, angel.” The praise almost lets you tip over the edge, your orgasm within reach. “Jinnie– please,” are the only words you’re able to let out. The plea makes your boyfriend smirk against your neck, but you don’t witness the look on his face because of the current position you're in.

Instead, completely opposite to the whole atmosphere, he places the softest kiss possible on your skin, while his thrusts get messier, indicating he’s close. “G-Go on– show the whole campus who you belong to.”

And so you do. Within a few seconds, the knot in your lower stomach grows to the tightest possible, on the verge of snapping. “You can do it, prove what a good girl you are, I’ve got you,” he encourages you, causing you to finally reach that sweet relief, vision filled with sparkles, stars and the whole universe as expected.

With the way your whole body trembles in satisfaction and overstimulation, Hyunjin cums too, your walls milking his cock empty, sucking in his juices. Once you both have stopped panting, his hand finally disappears from your mouth.

But he doesn’t give you a lot of quiet time, two of his fingers have already found their way back between your upper thighs. Scooping up the liquids fleeing down your legs, he pushes the mixture of your releases back inside, not wanting to waste even a single drop.

“Be a good girl and keep it inside, we’re going home now.” Still completely dizzy from the aftermath, you simply nod at your boyfriend's instructions. Until he halts in place, his face being filled with an upcoming idea.

“Oh– before I forget it, give me your phone and open the chat with Seungmin.”

Looking at him confused, you hand him the device after taking it out of your skirt’s pocket.

“Don’t worry, angel, I don’t care about the messages you’re sending him. Just wanna have some fun.”

It’s no new information, but Hyunjin finds entertainment in provoking especially Seungmin, knowing the boy will only get shy whenever your boyfriend speaks to him.

Your eyes are fixated on his fingers now, busy with typing in a message. Once he’s done, he clicks on ‘send’ before he gives you back the phone.

Looking down on the screen, you read his message addressed to your ex boyfriend.

“Maybe choose another place to hangout with my girlfriend next time or I might just fuck her there too, in case I spot you together ;)”

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↳ Part 8/10 of Loveless. See Part 1 for story description.

↳ Female reader x Changbin, female reader x Hyunjin

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! Strong language, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and tension, arranged marriage au, soulmates au, themes of cheating, mild threat, confrontation, descriptions of medical paraphernalia, pseudo-science, themes of virginity, pining, yearning, regret and poor decisions, no breaks this chapter, adult themes throughout !

「Part 1」 「Contents List」 「© August 2022 by jl-micasea-fics」

She did it.

She actually fucking did it.

Changbin shouldn’t be surprised. She loves Hyunjin, after all.

She’s loved Hyunjin since before Changbin even knew her, so really, it shouldn’t be any kind of twisted revelation that she took the opportunity to be with him when it was handed to her on a silver plate.

Hell, Changbin supposes he would have done the same thing.

If he were locked in a room with Elena and promised a single night of undisturbed privacy, he’d be more than eager to indulge without a second thought, losing himself in the girl he loves until morning.

But that’s just the thing.

He didn’t.

When he was finally faced with the girl he always believed was his one and only, he found himself unable to go through with it.

He wonders what it all means.

It wasn’t the fear of being caught that stopped him. No, Changbin doesn’t feel fear the same way others do; occupational hazard. It wasn’t fear of underperforming or anything so trivial as that; Changbin knows he’s a giver in all senses of the word. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t ready; it was all he was supposed to have ever wanted. To somehow make his mark on her that she might be reminded of him in the most fleeting or mundane of moments after they parted.

So yes. In theory, there was nothing stopping him.

Yet in practice?

Something did.

Something he doesn’t really understand himself.

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