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yehet-me-up · 7 years ago

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At Your Service

Pairing: Hyungwon x reader (female)

Word Count: 6,661

Rating: (M) for language and explicit sex

Part 5 of the Monsta X Kinks series: over-stimulation 😏

Your best friends Liz and Alex wanted to take you out for an early brunch today, mysteriously hinting that they have something planned for your actual birthday that will require prep work… and ‘a warning.’

When you get to the café they are seated at a table in the corner, rapidly talking to each other, their heads close. You raise a brow as you walk over and take a seat. They abruptly stop talking and give you matching, overly large smiles.

You fold your arms and fix them with a knowing stare. “You forget that I’ve know you both for almost a decade and that I can smell your ‘plotting something’ energy from a mile away,” you say with a wide grin. “Spill.”

Liz looks around, her eyes darting back and forth with a nervousness that is total unlike her. “So. We kind of got you a present,” she starts, tossing a ‘help me’ look to Alex.

Alex brushes her long hair behind her ear and gives you a mischievous raise of her eyebrow. “Yes, we did. How long has it been since you and Ben broke up?” she starts, much more confident than Liz. A knowing look comes to her face and you feel like you’ve suddenly walked into a trap.

“It’s been seven months, two weeks, and four days,” you reply automatically, suddenly fascinated with your silverware.

Alex snorts and you look up to see her give Liz a ‘told you so’ smirk. “Not that I’ve been counting,” you mumble defensively.

Alex rests her elbows on the counter and leans forward. “Anyways, point is, it’s been a while. And we have the perfect thing to help you out.” She takes out an envelope from her purse and presents it to you.

You dramatically shake the envelope next to your ear with an innocent look. “Is it a pony? A million dollars? Those six months I spent in high school with awful bleach blonde hair back?”

She reaches out a hand to your arm. “No, it’s even better. Just open it,” she commands.

Furrowing your brow, you slide your finger under the fold. Your name is printed on the front of the black envelope in curling silver cursive. Inside is a black card with delicate white type.

Your appointment at Revel is confirmed for October 22nd at 6pm. We look forward to pleasing you. Underneath is an address downtown and a website you’re supposed to visit for ‘rules and instructions.’

“What the heck is Revel?” you ask, looking between the two of them as you pick up your water glass. “Is it a new spa or something?”

Liz’s nervousness has turned into giddy excitement. She clasps her hands together and leans forward. “No, it’s umm… like a full service escort… thing,” she says conspiratorially.

You choke on your drink of water. “You got me a prostitute for my birthday?” you practically yell in between coughs. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Alex leans over to thump on your back a few times. Once you can catch your breath she explains.

“God, no. It’s this new agency that I heard about through one of the lawyers in my office. It’s not just sex; it’s a whole overnight experience,” she says with a grin. “She tried it out a few weeks ago and managed to get me in touch with the booker. It’s totally high class; and it’s extremely exclusive.”

“Okay - tell me what you mean by ‘experience’ this second or I’m going to murder you. And I’d hate to disturb these lovely people’s breakfast by stabbing you in front of them,” you say through clenched teeth.

Her eyes go wide for a second before she laughs. “I promise it’s legit! She said it’s at this high rise downtown; they’ve bought the whole top floor of apartments. You meet the man, or woman. You have dinner, talk, and then the rest of the night is up to you. She and the woman she met with ended up sleeping together, but there’s no pressure.”

“She said that another woman she knows just got a massage from her escort and then they spent the night talking. It’s completely up to you. But we have a feeling that you’ll be doing more than just talking,” she says with a wink.

You feel your rapid heart rate slow down infinitesimally and put your hand on your chest, half to remind yourself that this is reality. “Just how do you know that?” you demand. “Have you met him or something?”

They share another look and you want to scream in frustration. They know how much you value your organized, controlled life. They must be delighting in the fact that they’re throwing you out of whack. Who needs enemies when you have best friends, you think wryly.

Liz purses her lips and raises a brow at you. “We chose him for you, of course. What, you think we’d just set you up with anyone?”

“They had a lot to choose from; they even included personality in the descriptions when we called,” Alex says. “Like, are you looking for a Christian Grey, a naughty playboy, a submissive type, a boyfriend experience. And so on. We picked the perfect one for you. Plus, he’s gorgeous - I’m so jealous, you don’t even know.” Alex puts her hand to her chest and pretends to swoon.

You smack her arm. “Excuse you, your boyfriend is gorgeous.”

“Yeah he is, but he’s not this guy. Wait – does that mean you’re on board?” she says with a grin, grabbing your hand.

You lean back in your seat and fold your arms, staring them down. It has been… a while. And a night with a man that can make Alex swoon? That doesn’t sound like too much of a burden.

“I’m tentatively in. But only if you tell me which personality description you chose. If you picked the Christian Grey guy I am a thousand percent out,” you say, pointing a finger at her.

They turn to each other and high five, making you laugh. “We chose the boyfriend experience, duh. How long have we known you?” Liz says with a smirk.

You throw up your hands in the air and pick up your menu. “Fine. I’ll do it,” you say with a sigh.

“The only repayment we expect is that you tell us all about it,” Alex says in a high, teasing voice.

You scoff and do your best to concentrate on the menu. A thrill of excitement runs down your spine - nervous curiosity building in your stomach. Three days; you have three days until you find out it if this was all a horrible mistake.

Unfortunately the website listed on the card doesn’t have any information about the men and women themselves - or photos - so you don’t get a sneak peek of the man you’ll be meeting.

What it does list, however, makes you both extremely nervous and extremely turned on.

Thank you for choosing Revel.

Please arrive at the address below at six in the evening, no earlier; no later. You will be met by your escort in the lobby and they will bring you to the room. Drinks will be available, if you wish. Dinner will be provided at seven thirty. Check out time is ten the following morning. What happens between dinner and check out is entirely up to you and your escort.

Our full-service escorts are ready and willing to provide any sort of pleasure you desire. Please use the safe word ‘Diamond’ if you feel uncomfortable at any point; your escort will do the same. You are free to leave at any time, no questions asked.

Please contact booking at 206-740-5555 at any time before, during, or after your appointment if you have any questions or concerns.

You read through the brief words on the page again and swallow nervously. The time on the computer shows 5:25 and you shut your laptop, unable to procrastinate any longer. The day had been a nice distraction; a trip to the nail salon and brunch with your mom, drinks and a movie with some friends from work. But now the time has come and you can’t put it off any longer.

You stand, moving in front of the floor-length mirror in the hallway. Nervously you smooth a hand over your hair, down the front of your dress. The website didn’t list any suggestions or requirements for how you were supposed to look, so you went simple yet classy.

You pull out your phone and snap a picture, posing dramatically in front of the mirror. Subtle eyeliner and mascara makes your eyes pop and a light, neutral gloss makes your lips shine. The black dress and heels play up your figure and you feel sexier than you have in months.

After your break up you’d thrown yourself into work and your friendships to distract yourself. But they’re right, it’s been months; it’s time to move on.

[Y/N sent a photo] [Y/N 5:26pm] about to head out, how do I look?? [Liz 5:27pm] *whistles* drop dead gorgeous omg! [Alex 5:27pm] hello you goddess 😍 [Alex 5:28pm] are you sure YOU’RE not the escort here?! [Y/N 5:28pm] ha freaking ha [Y/N 5:29pm] I’m so nervous I might pass out before I get there 😳 [Liz 5:29pm] don’t worry babe, you don’t have to do anything! [Liz 5:30pm] you can just talk to him if you want [Alex 5:30pm] *pushes liz out of the way* [Alex 5:31pm] but for reals, please let me know if he’s as good in bed as he looks 😉 [Y/N 5:32pm] asljf;alskjdf [Y/N 5:32pm] fine, you hoes. i’ll text you in the morning [Alex 5:33pm] that’s my girl! [Alex 5:33pm] i hope it’s the best birthday present you’ve ever received 😏

You smile at your phone, glad that even if this whole night goes to hell, you’ve always got your best friends to cheer you up. With a huge sigh you put your phone in your clutch and grab your coat.

You blush as you walk through the lobby of your apartment to the street to catch a cab, sure that everyone can tell exactly what you’re off to do. You shake your head at the ridiculous thought.

The driver is pleasant as you head to the high rise. You lie and tell him that you’re meeting up with some girlfriends for your birthday and he wishes you an enthusiastic happy birthday.

A few minutes later he pulls up in front of the towering building. You pay him and get out of the car, staring up at the sleek chrome building. The thought that there’s a man in there, waiting for you, sends a rush of adrenaline through your body.

You try to peek through the tall windows to get a glance at him, but the lobby is busy on this Saturday night and you can’t tell who it might be. Steeling yourself, you head in, deciding to just go for it as you pull open the heavy glass door.

She wasn’t kidding about high class, you think, looking around the marble and glass lobby. An enormous crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The receptionists are speaking to an older couple who look like they’re dressed to go on the Titanic.

A group of women come out of the elevators and walk past you, dressed in long evening gowns. They laugh as they push out the doors to the street and you stare after them, feeling supremely out of place and awkward.

I can’t do this, you think, a sudden wave of panic rising in you. You shake your head and start walking toward the door, already dreading having to tell Liz and Alex that you chickened out.

“Are you Y/N by chance?” a warm male voice calls from behind you.

You pause with your hand on the door and turn around. A tall man is walking toward you, giving you a slight smile, his hands in the pockets of a crisp black suit. His brown hair falls into his eyes as he regards you thoughtfully.

You try to resist giving him a once-over, but fail miserably. His body is long and lean. His lips are full and sensuous. His eyes are kind and crinkle in the corners as he catches you checking him out. You laugh at being caught and step away from the door, walking over to him.

“How did you know?” you ask with a grin, holding out your hand to him.

“I figured you’d be the one running from the building. Your friends said you might be nervous,” he replies, sliding his hand into yours and squeezing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I do this sort of thing all the time,” you say nonchalantly, your lips fighting a laugh. His firm grip sends an unexpected wave of desire through you as his eyes lock on yours.

“Mm. You’re totally right. I can tell you’re a regular, what was I thinking?” he says, trying to smother a grin.

Your eyes dart down to his lips, unable to stop imagining what he might do with them later. A nervous laugh finally escapes and you clasp your hand over your mouth as the sound echoes in the spacious lobby. He joins you in laughing, his hand still firmly grasping yours.

“Do you want to head up to the room?” he asks, motioning behind him to the elevators.

You give him a genuine smile, your nerves eased by how… not intimidating he is. You nod and his hand comes behind you, hovering over your back as he walks with you through the lobby.

If you try you can almost imagine that this really is your boyfriend; that this is just a pleasant evening together for your birthday. But as you step into the plush elevator together and he presses the button for the top floor, you realize that you’d never felt this turned on just by your ex’s presence.

He moves next to you, leaning against the back wall, inches away. Your awareness floods with him; his subtle cologne, his height, the almost electric tension between you as he stands next to you.

Though you’re both facing forward you can see his lips twist into a smile in the burnished metal doors. Thoughts run through your mind – How did he get into this profession? What made him choose it? Does he like what he does? Maybe I’ll ask him later, you think.

The elevator stops with a gentle ping and the doors glide open, revealing a blood red carpet leading down a dark grey hallway. You both step out onto the plush carpet, following behind him down to a door on the right at the end.

You inhale a nervous breath as you stare at the door, a large brass number in the middle reads 2703. He reaches down and grabs your hand, drawing your attention back to him. He gives you a reassuring smile, squeezing your hand.

“Tonight’s about you, birthday girl. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?” he says gently.

You nod and he unlocks the door. The room is spacious, elegant, but you hardly notice it. The lights are low, which only further highlights the stunning view.

You gasp and unconsciously move closer to the double-story windows to get a closer look. He chuckles under his breath and shuts the door before pulling you forward, up to the glass. The city is laid out beneath you, stunning in the evening light.

“It’s pretty incredible, right?” he asks.

You scoff and look over at him. “Yeah, just a tad bit.”

“Would you like a drink?” he asks, moving to the kitchen.

“Sure. Surprise me, I’m not picky” you say and finally tear your gaze away to look back at him. He raises his eyebrow at you as if to say ‘challenge accepted.’

You follow him, leaning against the island in the middle. The cool marble under your palms makes you realize how flushed your skin has become. You have to give it to your best friends, you think as you watch him carefully measure out ingredients, he’s exactly your type.

He pours two drinks and hands you a glass. The dark amber liquid swirls around, accented by a single cherry. You take a sip and he watches your reaction, his eyes drawn to your lips. The Manhattan is perfect; it’s subtle burn warms your stomach.

“Where’d you learn how to make such a flawless drink? Do they have like… escort school or something?” you ask. A beat later your eyes go wide, afraid that you’ve offended him or broken some unspoken rule that you’re not supposed to acknowledge what’s going on here.

But he just smiles at you and lets out a soft laugh. “Nothing that fancy, I’m afraid. I was a bartender in college.”

“Oh,” you laugh. “Well this is excellent, thank you.”

He leans over to clink his glass against yours. “It’s your birthday, after all. I’m glad you like it,” he replies, taking a sip. “So, did you have a good day?”

“Absolutely,” you start. He listens as you tell him about your day, subtly asking questions, drawing you out. He asks about your work, your friends, and makes you both a second drink.

Before you know it a gentle knock sounds from the door and you realize he’s kept you talking all the way to dinner. He takes two large bags from the person in the hallway and thanks them, shutting the door with his hip. Something smells delicious.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he says with a grin, placing the bags on the counter.

You come around the counter and start poking around in the cabinets, searching for plates. He moves up behind you, his arm reaching up to one of the upper cabinets. Though he doesn’t touch you, his presence surrounds you as he easily locates the plates and pulls out two.

You turn to look at him and laugh. “I guess you’ve been here before,” you say. A beat later you wince and shake your head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts you off. “No, no. It’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it, if you want.” He pulls out a few containers from the bags and starts dishing up some salad and a mouth-watering chicken dish.

“Are you sure? I’d love to know more about you, but I don’t know what’s appropriate to ask,” you say in a rush.

He laughs, adding two forks and knives and picking up the plates, moving to the table in front of the window. You grab both of your drinks and follow him, sliding into one of the high-backed wood chairs.

“I’ll be honest, I got into this… line of work out of a desire for connection. Not just because the pay is good,” he says and looks down at his drink, a flush coming to his cheeks.

You pick up your fork and take a bite. Of course it’s delicious. “Really? How did you get into this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all. One of my friends, Hoseok, was working as a private dancer and he had some... disagreements with the manager. He had plenty of clients looking to take things umm, a step farther shall we say,” he says with a raise of his brows that makes you grin into your drink.

“So he started this a few weeks ago with a handful of our friends and some of his former co-workers. He carefully screens our clients - No one married, no one he thinks might become… a problem. No one is chosen for us without our approval too.”

“Well now I’m dying to know what my friends said about me, if you decided that I was sane enough,” you say, lips twisting into a grin. “And I’m also very curious to know who fits the other personality descriptions. Is your friend Hoseok the Christian Grey or the naughty playboy?”

“Oh my god, he mentioned something about profiles but I never asked about it. I’m going to kill him.” He laughs hard, his eyes crinkling and his hand coming to his stomach. “Your friends just said that you were very sweet, with a wicked sense of humor. And that you’d gone through a bad breakup a few months ago and needed someone to pull you out of your shell.”

His kind eyes don’t hold a trace of pity and you relax, reassured that he didn’t take you on just because he felt bad for you. In fact, his gaze is full of amusement as he leans his chin on his hand.

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure that Hoseok is the naughty playboy. Our friend Minhyuk is probably the Christian Grey type. Now you have to answer something in return – what did my profile say that made your friends choose me for you?” he inquires, watching you as he takes another drink.

Now it’s your turn to blush, stalling as you take another bite. “I think it was something along the lines of... a boyfriend experience?” you answer softly, not able to meet his eyes.

When you look up he’s grinning. “Oh really? And what would that look like to you?”

Your jaw drops, caught off guard by the low tone his voice has taken. You decide to throw the question back at him. “What would you think it would look like? It was your personality description, after all.”

He raises a brow and smirks at you, leaning over as he looks you up and down. “Well… if you were my girlfriend and we had –” he flicks his wrist, looking at the time. “Fourteen hours together in this insanely fancy hotel room? I’d have quite a few ideas of what we could do. But I think I’d start by kissing you against the window,” he says, tilting his head toward the tall window next to you.

You down the rest of your drink and meet his eyes across the table; his easygoing nature and obvious attraction to you, along with the two Manhattans, have virtually erased your nerves. You raise your shoulder causally and let it fall.

“I mean, that sounds like a good start to me,” you say with feigned ease. As if just the thought of his lips on yours, his lean body pressing against you, isn’t already making you wet. You brush your lips with your napkin and set it on the table.

He mimics you, also done with his meal. With a last sip he finishes his drink and stands. You watch as he moves to the entertainment system against the wall. A beat later and the sound of jazz music begins echoing through the wide open space. He comes to stand next to you, reaching out a hand to help you stand.

Pulling you up against him, his other hand comes to rest on your back. He takes a few steps back, moving you so you’re pressed against the glass. The cool surface sends a shiver across your skin where it touches your neck and your calves.

When Liz and Alex had said ‘boyfriend experience’ you definitely weren’t prepared for someone who looks like this. He’s even more devastatingly gorgeous up close, his eyes turning a molten shade of amber as he holds you there. He releases your hand and cups your jaw, running his thumb across your lower lip, his own mouth parting in anticipation.

You let out a soft gasp, suddenly desperate to know what kind of kisser he is. Hungry for his skin on yours after so many months without anyone’s touch. He makes a noise, somewhere between a groan and an eager sigh, before bending down and pressing his lips to yours.

His hand tilts your face up, opening you to him, as his mouth works slowly against you. Your eyes close, your hands sliding up his firm chest to grip his shoulders. He steps closer, wedging you between his body and the glass.

You quickly discover that he’s a steady, patient sort of kisser. The slow, sensuous brush of his lips against yours draws needy moans from your throat. His presence surrounds you, commands all of your senses. Eventually you get impatient, needing more. You run your tongue hesitantly along his lower lip, inviting him to take the kiss deeper.

He eagerly follows your suggestion, sliding his tongue against yours. You can taste a faint hint of the whiskey as he moves against you. His hand drifts lower, gripping your hip, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin there, dangerously close to your aching clit. He swallows your whine of pleasure before pulling back. His eyes search yours for any trace that you’re not enjoying this as much as he is.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he says against your open mouth, breathing heavy.

You shake your head rapidly. “Please, don’t stop,” you sigh, leaning forward to pull his lower lip between your teeth.

He groans; his hand on your jaw dropping to impatiently grab your ass, tugging your lower body closer as he recaptures your lips. He grinds his growing erection against you and you can feel moisture pooling in your core at the press of him. At your hip he draws slow circles with his thumb, closer and closer to where you need him.

After another minute he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. He draws in a deep breath and lets it out. “I haven’t done this with any of my clients before,” he blurts out. “The most I’ve done is give one a massage. But I’ve got to know how you taste. Would you mind if I went down you?” he asks, his gaze burning into yours, his pupils wide with desire.

Your eyes go wide as the things he’s saying hit you one at a time. He’s never hooked up with a client? And he wants me? Dear lord, his tongue might just kill me.

You press yourself against him, smirking as you feel his length twitch against your hip. “Do you even have to ask?”

He gives you an ‘are you serious’ look. “Oh, right,” you let out a quick laugh. “Yes, please. For the love of everything holy,” you say in a rush.

He grins and drops to his knees, his hands sliding up the inside of your thighs. You bite your lip in anticipation - every second it takes him to slide your panties off feels like it takes a thousand years. You lift one foot and then the other and finally he tosses them away.

His hands push your dress up to your waist, baring you to him. Your naked ass presses against the cold glass and you yelp in surprise. He chuckles, reaching his hands up to grip the flesh of your cheeks, holding you off the cool surface.

You open your mouth to say a words of thanks, but before you can get them out he nudges one of your legs over his shoulder and dips his head down to run his tongue along your slit.

You hiss at the sudden pleasure and you look down to see him grin up at you, his lips wet with your arousal. He raises his eyebrows in challenge and moves to lick you again.

The slow slide of his tongue is maddening, always stopping just short of where you really need him. Just when you’re about to cry out in frustration he finally draws his tongue upward, circling your clit.

Your head falls back against the glass as he flattens his tongue and begins running it in tight circles. Moans fall from you, growing increasingly desperate as your orgasm builds – hastened by his steady pace and firm pressure.

After a beat he hums against you in approval, encouraged by your obvious enjoyment. The vibration sends you over the edge and you come in a rush, pressing your hands wildly back against the glass to keep you upright.

His strong hands hold you up as your orgasm runs through you, his tongue eagerly lapping up your juices. But as the intensity fades, his movement doesn’t stop. You realize that he’s rapidly leading you towards a second release. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. You unconsciously move a hand to grip his hair, grasping him as your eyes roll back.

You distantly notice that one of his hands has left your ass. A moment later and he’s running it along your slit, dipping in to coat himself in your wetness. You let out a strangled cry as he pressed a finger into you, moving in time with his insistent pace against your clit. An unintelligible curse leaves you as he adds another finger a moment later.

“I – I can’t – It’s too much,” you say desperately as you feel your second orgasm rapidly building, the tension in your core growing again.

He pulls back for a moment. “You know the safe word if it’s too much, right?” he asks in a rush.

“Yeah. It’s – it’s diamond,” you say, your voice high and tight as you try to withstand the motion of his fingers buried inside you.

“That’s right, birthday girl. Use it if you need to,” he says, amusement lacing his voice.

He resumes his assault, his lips pulling at the tight bud, his fingers relentlessly stroking that sensitive spot inside you. His palm on your ass massages you, pulling you closer to him, forcing you to open further to his attention.

Already so saturated with pleasure, it takes no time for you to come again. After only another minute you cry out, fingers tangling in his hair as another orgasm overtakes you.

Your legs quake, but his strong hands hold you up. He rides out your orgasm, gently removing his fingers and cleaning you up with his tongue. You huff out a laugh as the last of the aftershocks fade out, leaving you feeling boneless and blissed out.

He pulls away a moment later, carefully pulling your dress back down and standing. Your head is still against the glass, your eyes pressed shut. Breathing out a sigh, he pulls you to him, resting your head on his chest as his hands come to your back to hold you against him.

As soon as your breathing returns to normal you look up at him. You blink rapidly as you take in his handsome face, smiling proudly down at you.

He’s so sweet you can’t help but tilt up on your heels and capture his lips with yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and the realization makes you moan softly against his mouth.

When you pull back he’s watching you, his desire obvious. His erection is insistently pressed against your thigh. You look up at him through your lashes as you settle back onto your heels.

“How would you feel about taking things further?” you ask carefully. You can’t tell if he wants you or if you’re just so lost in your lust that you imagine that he does.

“Oh, thank God,” he says and lets out a breath of relief. “I’m totally fine with just pleasuring you tonight. But if you’re sure, I’d happily fuck you all night long.”

You grin at his words; his eagerness makes you clench your thighs together in anticipation. “I should hope so, it is my birthday after all,” you say, teasing.

He grabs your hand in his, walking backward through the spacious living room to the bedroom, his eyes not leaving yours. “Mm, yes. A boyfriend would definitely make sure you’re taken care of today.”

His shoulder bumps against the doorway and he fumbles around trying to find the lightswitch in the dim lighting. He finally finds it, laughing softly at himself as he flips it on. A pair of low side table lights come to life, highlighting a large, decadent bed and yet another beautiful view of the city. But you’re well past caring about that right now, only focused on returning his attention from earlier.

You step around him and sit on the bed, giving him a wry grin as you loop your fingers into his belt loops and tug him between your spread legs. He furrows his brow as you undo his belt. You make quick work of his pants – undoing the button and the zipper, sliding them down his legs, along with his boxer-briefs.

“You don’t have to – oh, fuck,” he stutters as you take him in your hand, bringing him to your mouth.

He bucks into you as you lick around the head. Looking up you see him watching you through hooded eyes, biting his lip, fascinated by your attention to his cock. When you wrap your lips around him and start sucking he groans, his head falling back.

You bring your other hand up and start stroking him, following the back-and-forth motion of your mouth. His hand absently reaches up to tangle in your hair. You swirl your tongue around him and he pants in pleasure, his hand tightening.

“God, I need to be inside you. Now,” he says, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.

You nod, smirking as you release him and scoot back on the bed. He kicks off his shoes and pants and moves to the side table. After a beat he triumphantly holds up a condom and you laugh, his excitement sweet and somehow perfect for the moment. You reach down and pull off your heels, throwing them to the floor as he sheaths himself.

He climbs onto the bed after you. His hands frantically shove your dress up and you lift your hips to help him. You reach out your hands to his chest, moving around to hold onto his back as he positions himself at your entrance. The music is fainter in here, away from the living room, and the wet sound of him sliding into you is almost sinfully erotic in the quiet space.

He’s larger than you were expecting; you gasp as he easily slides in, stretching you out. His mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure. He braces his hands above your head, closing his eyes as he takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of you around him. When he opens them he stares down at you, his lips tilting up into a broad smile.

“Still doing okay?” he asks softly, touching you with his concern.

“Yeah. Just a bit sensitive, but it’s not too –” he pulls out abruptly before snapping his hips and filling you again. “Fuck,” you cry out.

At this angle he’s rubbing against the still-sensitive spot inside you, brushing up against your sensitive clit. He smirks down at you and you purse your lips at him.

“If I knew your name, I’d be cursing you right now,” you say, fighting a grin.

“Oh, right. I should probably tell you, since you’ll be screaming it all night - it’s Hyungwon,” he says with a wink.

You roll your eyes and giggle at him. The laughter dies in your throat as he pulls back and starts moving against you. You’ve had two orgasms already, while he must be ready to burst at this point. But he’s still the gentleman, wanting to get you off yet again before he finds his release.

You wrap your legs around his back, leaning into his thrusts. Past the point of coherent words, you just grip his waist and hang on. He works his hips against you, pressing himself in a maddening circle against your inner walls. You blindly reach out, grabbing the comforter in your fists.

A thin sheen of sweat forms on his forehead. He pants as he grinds against you, his needy groans joining your whines. You clench yourself around him as you get close once again, feeling yourself come apart beneath him. Muttered praise falls from his lips and you can tell he’s on the brink. He lifts a hand, moving it to your tender clit to trace a loose circle.

One swirl of his finger is all it takes. A scream tears itself from your lips as you find your release again, the intensity of it leaving you breathless. After a beat he resumes his thrusting, his movements desperate and hurried. He comes in a rush, filling the condom with a groan.

He lets out a long sigh, releasing your thighs and moving to rest on top of you, holding his weight off you with his elbows. He drops an affectionate kiss to your lips, smiling down at you as he pulls back, turning so you’re facing each other. As your breathing returns to normal you close your eyes and rest your head against his chest.

“So, how about a shower?” he asks after several minutes, lifting a hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“That sounds perfect,” you say with a grin, pulling him down for a quick kiss before you sit up.

You make fast work of your dress and the rest of his clothes. It takes you both a minute to figure out how to work the complicated shower head, but eventually you sort it out. He pulls you against him under the hot water, his mouth pressing kisses along your jaw. He insists on giving you one more orgasm, with his talented fingers, before he lets you leave.

By the time you dry off and crawl into bed you’re both exhausted and you pass out together in a tangle of limbs. You drift off to sleep, a satisfied smile on your lips as he wraps an arm around your waist.

You open your eyes, blinking in confusion as you take in the unfamiliar room in the morning light. Turning your head slightly you see Hyungwon behind you and the night flashes before your eyes. You blush, remembering his hands on you, his lips, his tongue. His everything, you think with a smile.

His hand rests on your hip, his other arm underneath your head under the pillow. His steady breath brushes across your naked shoulder. You turn in his arms, facing him. Before you can stop yourself you reach out a hand and run it over his cheek. Of all the things you were expecting when you walked into this building, you weren’t prepared for him.

His eyes flutter open, a grin forming on his lips as he takes in your messy hair, the fond look in your eyes. “Morning,” he says, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“I’d say we should order in some breakfast, but I should get up if I have to be ready by ten,” you say, looking over at the clock.

He drops a kiss to your shoulder and pushes himself up, moving on top of you. You giggle as he presses kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids.

“I think I can get us an exception.” He reaches over to pick up the phone on the bedside table and starts dialing a number. A beat later you can hear a muffled male voice answer.

“Hey H – yeah, yeah, it went great. Fantastic actually. We’re going to need the room a little longer, is that okay?” he says, listening to his friend’s answer, his eyes crinkling as he smiles down at you. “Perfect, thanks.”

He hangs up the phone and turns his attention back to you. “Now, where were we?” He leans down to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw to your throat. “If we order breakfast now that would give us a good... twenty minutes. Hmm, what do you think we could do to fill that time?” he asks, feigning casualness.

“I’m sure we can find something,” you tease, moving your hands to his face, pulling him up to kiss him properly.

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