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u6is · 12 days ago

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"i fucked my way up to the top this is my show"

summary: as a stripper at a buzzing nightclub, you’re drawn into a tantalizing challenge when kylian demands someone "truly unforgettable," pushing you to test the limits of desire and control.

anora inspired one shot!

—kylian mbappé x reader: smut

note: this story is entirely fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize harmful behaviour.

Madrid at night is a symphony of freedom, a dance of lights and shadows where the city bares its soul.

The air was thick with the scent of cologne and perfume, the walls painted in a haze of cigarette smoke and sweat. The dim lights and strobe effects of the club where you worked cast shadows that danced with the beat of the music, creating a world both seductive and a little dangerous.

It was your kind of place.

Your eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for the one that would signal the start of your night's performance.

As a lap dancer, you had mastered the art of reading the room, knowing exactly when and where to make your move, your confidence cloaked in the dim glow of the club's lights.

The job was far from perfect, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you feel. Working as a sex worker in the city’s electrifying nightclubs gave you a sense of confidence and control that was hard to find elsewhere. It wasn’t just about the money, though keeping the bills paid on time certainly helped—it was about owning your power in a world that often tried to take it away.

It was about making ends meet, one performance at a time.

The thumping bass of the music vibrated through the soles of your towering stilettos, setting the tempo for your hunt.

You spotted a man in the corner, nursing a whiskey neat, his tie loosened just enough to hint at the day's conquests. His eyes followed you as you approached, a spark of curiosity igniting in his gaze. He looked lonely, a perfect candidate for the kind of intimate escape you offered.

You flashed him a coy smile, your voice dripping with flirtation.

"Want to have some fun on the private chairs?" you teased, the question laced with a playful edge, like a trap expertly set. He nodded, reaching for your hand as you led him toward the chair, falling into your trap without a moment's hesitation.

He sat down, his eyes locked on yours, as you began to circle him, the fabric of your dress whispering against his skin.

As you danced, you could feel his breath quicken, and his pupils dilate. You moved closer, your movements more deliberate and sensual, the air between you crackling with energy. Your hands traced the contours of your body, a silent story of temptation and desire. The man's eyes never left yours, his grip tightening on the chair's arms as you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear. You felt his heart race, a silent symphony that only you could hear.

You executed your routine with the precision of a seasoned professional, each move calculated to elicit a gasp or a moan. Your hips swayed to the beat of the music, your hands gliding over the fabric that barely contained your curves.

With a seductive twirl, you began to strip the dress from your body, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of your smooth, bare skin. His eyes grew wide with anticipation as the dress slipped lower, exposing the lacy lingerie that matched the fiery red of your lips.

As the dress pooled around your ankles, you stepped closer and straddled his lap, your legs encasing him in a warm embrace. You could feel his heart pound through the fabric of his tailored suit as your thighs pressed against his. Your hands roamed over your body, tracing the path of your curves, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

With the dress fully removed, you started your work, grinding on him with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. His eyes were glued to yours, pupils dilated with lust as your hips moved in slow, tantalizing circles. You felt the heat radiating from his body, the tension building in the air as you leaned back, your hands on his shoulders for balance. Your breasts, freed from their lacy confines, bounced with each movement, taunting him with every delicious inch of exposed skin.

The music grew louder, the lights dimmer, as you lost yourself in the dance, your body moving in perfect harmony with the pulsating beat. You leaned forward, your hair cascading around his face like a fiery waterfall as your mouth hovered just above his. You could feel the heat of his breath, the moistness of his lips, and the desperate need in his eyes. The grind grew more intense, your movements more deliberate as you felt him growing hard beneath you.

As the song reached its crescendo, he pulled out a crisp bill, placing it on the string of your panties with a trembling hand. You took the offering with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, your eyes never leaving his. With a flick of your hips, the bill fluttered away, joining the others that had found their home in the elastic band of your underwear. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze filled with a mix of admiration and hunger.

The man's eyes were glued to your every motion, his mouth slightly parted in anticipation. You knew the effect you had on him, had seen it countless times before.

As you were about to finish your lap dance with him, he started touching you inappropriately. His hands were like iron bars, gripping your thighs and sliding upwards. The music was so loud that you weren't sure if he'd even heard your firm "no" the first time you whispered it into his ear.

You sweetly put his hands away, looking into his eyes with a smile that didn't quite reach your own.

"Remember," you said, your voice a soft purr that was almost lost in the bass of the music, "touching can cost you more of what you pay to me." His expression faltered for a moment, surprise and confusion playing across his features.

You leaned in closer, so close that your breath was hot on his skin, and whispered again, "It's all part of the experience, darling. But you need to respect the boundaries if you want to enjoy the show."

No touching from the client, just grinding against them. That was the rule, all part of the dance. The unspoken contract between you two that existed only in the confines of the club.

Thanking him sweetly, you bent over, your breasts brushing against his face, and whispered, "Thank you, darling," making sure the sweetness in your voice was as genuine as the warmth that emanated from your smile.

Finally, you pulled back, leaving him gasping for air, and with a playful wink, you dismounted his lap.

You sauntered away, leaving the man in a daze of desire, before disappearing into the throngs of the club. The night was still young, and you had more clients to attend to.

Each dance was a performance, a chance to escape the mundane and immerse yourself in a world of passion and power.

After a string of lap dances with eager men, you decided to take a brief respite, slipping into the dressing room to freshen up. The cool air was a stark contrast to the heat of the stage, and you took a deep breath, savouring the quietude. The mirror reflected your flushed cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes, evidence of the rush that came from the dance. You applied a fresh coat of crimson lipstick, ensuring that it remained as vibrant as the passion you stirred in your audience.

Inside, the manager, a man named Alejandro, spotted you and hurried over. His eyes widened with a mix of excitement and apprehension, as if he had seen a ghost or had a secret he couldn't wait to spill. You felt a flicker of curiosity as he approached, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

"Tonight, we’ve got someone big. An important client," he started, his voice low despite the pounding music. "He specifically asked for the most beautiful girl in the club," he added, a sly smile playing on his lips. "And let’s just say, he’s ready to pay more than you can imagine." He leaned in closer, the minty warmth of his breath brushing against your ear.

You took a step back, crossing your arms over your chest.

"And you chose me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, a challenge in your tone.

Alejandro nodded, his eyes scanning you up and down.

"You're the best we've got." he said, his voice sticky with flattery. "He wants someone truly unforgettable."

After hearing Alejandro mention the pay, you couldn’t help but think about how much money this could be. The sum was tempting, a figure that could make a real difference. It wasn’t just about the job. It was about the money, the kind that could take care of everything for a while.

You tilted your head, curiosity creeping into your voice. "Who is he?"

Alejandro hesitated, glancing over his shoulder before leaning in closer. "The place is full of football players tonight," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was told... it's for Mbappé."

A flicker of surprise crossed your face, but you quickly masked it. The thrill that had been simmering under the surface now burned brighter, and you couldn’t help but smirk.

Truly unforgettable, huh?

The dressing room was a whirlwind of glitter and naked skin as the other dancers prepped for the night.

They all knew what it meant when the VIP section called for a private performance. A few of them shot you envious glances, but you didn't blame them.

Performing for someone like a football player was a golden opportunity—not just for the pay, but for the story it would make.

You slipped into your costume, a seductive ensemble that clung to your curves like a lover's embrace. Each bead and sequin had been meticulously placed to dazzle and distract.

The music grew louder as Alejandro returned to lead you through the curtains to the VIP area. The crowd was a sea of faces, all blending into one hungry gaze.

There, in the corner, sat Mbappé, surrounded by his teammates—his eyes locked onto you as if you were the only person in the room.

You could feel the weight of their gaze as it landed on you. Alejandro gave you a tap on the back before walking away, leaving you to introduce yourself.

"Hi, I'm Bella," you said, your stage name rolling off your tongue.

"Kylian," he replied, taking your hands in a firm handshake.

Kylian's eyes were like pools of molten chocolate, rich and inviting. You could feel the intensity in his gaze, commanding and powerful, just like his presence on the pitch—a football God, intimidating and dominating.

"These are my teammates," he said, gesturing to the group of muscular men surrounding him. "Vini, Jude, and Brahim." Each one greeted you with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

With a casual confidence that only the truly talented possess, you perched on the velvet chair beside Kylian, your bare legs crossing elegantly. He leaned back, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he offered you a shot of something potent and clear. You took the glass with a grace that seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, your fingers brushing against his in a fleeting, electric touch.

"To an unforgettable night," he toasted, his French accent wrapping around the words like a lover's embrace.

The night grew hotter as the drinks flowed and the conversation grew more intimate. Kylian was surprisingly charming, his arrogance tempered by a wit that made you laugh. The tension between you was a dance of its own, a delicate interplay of power and allure that neither of you could ignore. His hand hovered near yours, the air crackling with the potential of a touch that never quite came.

His fingers brushed against your skin as he reached for the champagne bottle, and the spark that ignited was undeniable. You felt your body lean into him, craving more of his attention, and he didn't disappoint. His touch grew bolder, tracing the curve of your arm, the line of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Each caress was a question, and your body responded with a silent "yes."

The music seemed to pulse in time with your racing heart, the bass a seductive whisper in your ear that told you to let go.

The strobe lights painted the room in flashes of light and shadow, playing across Kylian's chiseled features. His eyes never left yours, darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own. His hand slid down to rest on your thigh, the heat of his palm searing through the fabric of your costume. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the restrained power of a man who was used to getting what he wanted. But tonight, you were in control.

You leaned in closer, an idea sparking in your mind. "You know I'm just here to dance, right?" you whispered against his ear, your voice teasing. "Would you like a private performance?" His smirk deepened, and his eyes darkened with desire.

"Well, since you're special," he said, his voice low, "we can go to a private room."

You stood, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the music that was now your heartbeat. You led him through a hidden door, away from the prying eyes of the club.

The room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the neon chaos outside. A plush, velvet couch dominated the space, surrounded by mirrors that reflected the desire in his eyes as he watched you. The air was thick with the scent of money and the promise of something more.

You pushed Kylian to the couch with surprising strength, your eyes never leaving his. The fabric whispered against his skin as he settled into the embrace of the velvet, his expression a mix of excitement and curiosity. The private room was yours to command, and you knew exactly what to do with it. The music from the club pounded through the walls, setting the tempo for the dance that was about to unfold.

With the grace of a seasoned seductress, you began to strip away your layers. Each movement was deliberate, a tease that made his eyes follow the trail of your fingers. Your top fell away, revealing a lacy bra that barely contained the fullness of your breasts. His gaze lingered there, a silent plea for more, and you granted it, spinning to showcase your body's curves under the dim lights.

The music grew louder, a heartbeat that matched the rhythm of your hips as you danced closer to Kylian. You could see the desire etched on his face, a hunger that made your pulse quicken. Each step was a challenge, a promise of what was to come. Your skirt slid to the floor, leaving you in nothing but the scanty underwear that left little to the imagination.

With a seductive smile, you straddled his lap, your legs wrapping around him like a serpent coiling around its prey.

The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the cool air of the room, and you relished the control you held over him.

Your breath hitched as you began to grind against him.

That control slipped away the moment you felt him.

You felt him, harder and larger than you had anticipated, straining against the fabric of his tailored pants. It was a pleasant surprise, one that sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.

In all the time you’d spent in this line of work, you’d never come across a man quite like Kylian.

As you moved against him, your body seemingly of its own accord, you felt the heat build within you. You were no stranger to the art of the tease, but there was something about his unabashed hunger that had you craving more.

Each rock of your hips sent a jolt of pleasure through your core, and you found yourself losing yourself in the dance, forgetting that this was a performance for his entertainment.

You felt his hands grip your hips, guiding you closer, urging you to grind harder against his growing erection. Your breath grew ragged, and you could feel the wetness between your thighs.

Kylian's smirk grew wider as he whispered, "Looks like you're the one enjoying this." His hand slid down your bare back, the heat of his palm sending shockwaves through your body. You met his gaze, a silent challenge in your eyes.

You didn’t just dance for the men; you danced for the power, the thrill of the hunt. But something about Kylian was different—his confidence, his unabashed desire, and the way he made you feel.

With a flick of your wrist, you began to undo the clasp of your bra. The fabric fell away, revealing your full breasts, the cool air nipping at your sensitive skin.

Your hand slid down to his waistband, your fingers lingering on the button of his pants. With a knowing smile, you deftly undid it, and the zipper whispered open. The anticipation in the room was thick, a palpable force that seemed to thrum through the air.

His cock sprang free, standing proud and thick between his legs, a testament to his arousal.

You knew you were breaking the rules, you knew you were pushing the limits, doing something you weren’t meant to.

Alejandro had made it clear—your job was to dance, keeping things strictly professional with the client fully clothed.

But with Kylian, there was something about him that made you want to throw the rules out the window.

He watched you with an intensity that made you feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. His hands traveled up your thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just beneath the edge of your g-string. The heat of his touch was like a brand, leaving you marked, claimed.

You leaned in, your breasts grazing his chest as you whispered in his ear, "Is this what you want, Kylian?"

His breath hitched, his eyes never leaving yours as he replied, "More."

You slid off his lap, the loss of contact leaving a trail of electricity in its wake.

Turning your back to Kylian, you took your time with the g-string, the lacy fabric clinging to your hips before finally releasing its grip.

You bent over with deliberate slowness, giving him an ample view of your rounded ass and the soft curves of your back. The room grew quieter than you had ever heard it, the music from the club outside muffled by the thick walls and the thunder of your pulse in your ears.

You positioned yourself in front of him, straddling him once again but this time facing away. You felt his eyes widen, his breath quicken as you bent over, your hands planted firmly on his knees. The coolness of the room kissed your bare skin as you arched your back, your breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.

He wasted no time. Kylian’s strong hands reached around, cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your erect nipples. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your eyes fluttering shut.

His touch was firm, possessive, sending waves of heat through your body. Then, without warning, his hand slid down to your ass, giving it a gentle smack. The sound echoed in the quiet room, a sharp contrast to the gentle caresses that had come before.

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. His pupils were dilated, his jaw clenched with need. You smirked, feeling the power shift in your favor. Slowly, you began to grind your bare sex against his cock again, feeling the thickness of him, the veins pulsing against your wetness.

With each rock of your hips, you could see the restraint in his face falter, the desire taking over. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he matched your rhythm.

And then, without warning, he grabbed you by the neck, pulling you towards him with a strength that was as surprising as it was exhilarating. You gasped as he yanked you closer, your back arching against his chest. The sudden change in dynamic made your heart race even faster, a thrill of danger mixed with the sweetness of power.

In the mirror, you saw the reflection of his cock, standing tall and proud against your cunt. Your own moan was a sweet symphony in the quiet room, a sound that seemed to resonate in every corner, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

"Bounce on my cock and I'll double your pay," Kylian murmured into your ear, his hands tightening around your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the pulse of his erection, the heat of it begging for more.

You smirked, looking at him in the mirror.

"Triple." you countered, your voice steady and confident. The challenge in your eyes was clear.

Without a word, Kylian's grip tightened, and he positioned himself beneath you. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the air thick with it. He didn't need to guide you; your body knew exactly what to do. You hovered above him, feeling the tip of his erection pressing against your wetness, the promise of pleasure so close it was almost painful.

The tip of him alone was enough to make your toes curl, your eyes roll back. He groaned, his breath hot against your neck, and you felt his hands clench into fists as he fought to hold back.

You lowered yourself, the warmth of him spreading through your core as you took him in, inch by glorious inch. The room spun around you as you adjusted to his size, the pressure building like a crescendo in a symphony of pleasure.

Your eyes closed involuntarily, the sensation overwhelming, and your mouth formed an 'O' of surprise. Kylian was indeed more than you had expected, and you felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come. His grip on your neck tightened as you began to move, a silent reminder of who was in control.

The first few bounces were tentative, both of you feeling the newness of this connection. His cock stretched you, filled you in a way that made you feel both deliciously full and insatiably hungry for more. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate balance between pleasure and pain that you rode with the finesse of a seasoned performer.

With each downward thrust, your eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensation of Kylian’s cock claiming your body. His size was a revelation, a symphony of sensation that sent your nerve endings into a frenzy of pleasure. The room around you melted away, leaving only the two of you in the dimly lit cocoon of the private room. The music from the club was a distant murmur, the cheers of his teammates a muffled echo in the back of your mind.

As you adjusted to the delicious stretch of him inside you, your movements grew erratic, driven by instinct rather than the practiced grace of your usual routine. Your breasts bounced with the rhythm, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every brush of fabric and gust of air. Kylian's hand on your neck held you firmly in place, a reminder of the power dynamics at play, while his other hand slid down your body to find your clit.

You gasped as his thumb began to circle the swollen bud, his touch surprisingly tender despite the firmness of his grip. The dual sensation of his cock filling you and his fingers teasing you was almost too much to handle. You felt your walls tighten around him, desperate for the release that was building with every stroke.

In the mirror, Kylian watched as his cock disappeared into the folds of your sex, only to reappear with a wet slap as you bounced back up. The sight was erotic, a visual testament to the power dynamics at play. You could see the hunger in his eyes, the need to claim you fully, but it was your own reflection that held your gaze—the way your body moved, the arch of your back, the way your breasts bobbed with each thrust. You were in control, even as his hands and his cock worked in tandem to drive you closer to the edge.

Suddenly, his grip shifted from your neck to your face, turning your head so that you had to look at him.

Kylian's eyes bore into yours, the smugness in them replaced with a primal need that made your knees weak. His lips crashed into yours, claiming your mouth with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. You kissed him back, your teeth grazing his lower lip, tasting the mint from the drinks you had shared earlier. The kiss was messy, all tongues and teeth, a battle of dominance and submission.

As your bodies moved in unison, his hand guiding your hips, your moans grew louder, mingling with the muffled bass from the club outside. You felt him swell within you, his grip tightening as he approached his climax. You matched his pace, desperate to feel the explosion of pleasure that was building between your legs. His thumb circled your clit with increasing pressure, his other hand keeping your face angled towards his, the kiss growing more demanding with each passing second.

You could feel yourself losing control, your body begging for release. The pressure built, coiling in your belly. And then, it hit you—a wave of ecstasy so intense it took your breath away. Your cunt clenched around him, and you threw your head back, your cries echoing through the room. Kylian's own release followed closely behind, his body shuddering with the force of it.

For a moment, time stood still as you rode the crest of pleasure. His grip loosened, and you leaned into him, his warmth enveloping you. The room was a blur of lights and shadows, the music a distant throb that matched the rhythm of your pulse.

As the intensity of the orgasm began to wane, you felt your legs wobble, the muscles in your thighs protesting from the exertion of the dance you'd just shared.

You slowly slid off him, your legs shaking from the effort.

Kylian's grip on your hips was the only thing that kept you upright, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in French, his accent thick with lust.

You looked down to see Kylian's cock, still hard and glistening with your wetness, the proof of your passionate performance.

The room spun around you, a kaleidoscope of color and light, the aftermath of the erotic dance you'd just shared.

He stepped away and stood up to pull his pants back on, the fabric whispering against his skin as he tucked himself away.

You took a moment to admire his physique, the power and grace of an athlete honed to perfection.

The sight of him doing up his zipper brought you back to reality with a jolt, the starkness of the act a stark contrast to the intimacy of the moment.

Kylian reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of euros. You watched, your breath still ragged. He held out the money to you, but before you could take it, he bent down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to leave a warm imprint on your skin.

"Let's do it again sometime," he murmured, his voice a mix of satisfaction and a hint of something deeper, something that made your stomach flip. Then, with a final squeeze of your thigh, he stepped away, leaving you on the couch, naked and smiling.

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latenightdaydreams · 7 months ago

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Ok so first off I'm so obsessed with both your writing and könig right now, I just wanted to get that out, your writing is amazing.

I was wondering if I could request könig with a gn/fem s/o who's a burlesque dancer or stripper? I've started dancing this year and the thought of giving this sweet big boy a lap dance or seeing him in the audience keeps me going lmao (I'm going to be dancing to nicklebacks Animals and carly rae jepsens cut to the feeling in the next two shows I'm in, if you want to use either of those sort of vibes ��🏽) tysm, lots of love

Thank you!! I love the idea of jealous König having a partner in that industry. he'd be so jealous but also cocky. "Yes, the hottest dancer in the club is MINE."

Gentlemen's Club (fem/gn)

(fem body but no gendered speech)

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>cw: fem/afab body, strip club, lap dance, oral

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When König got with you, he knew you were a dancer. He’s never had an issue with it aside from minor jealousy, but he understands that is just his own insecurities. He’s never actually seen you dance before, or visited you at work. Today, he was going to change that. König has just gotten back from a seven-month long mission, seven months without his Schatzi. He can’t wait for you to get off of work.

König enters the club. It’s not his vibe. The music is incredibly loud. Flashing lights annoy him, and he hates the type of men these clubs attract. He towers above everyone as he walks through the crowd. His blonde hair pulled back into a man bun as he wears a black suit that compliments his well-toned frame.

As König walks through the club, a dancer approaches him. She’s around 5’10 in heels with red hair in pigtails, her makeup bright and glittery. Her outfit is a neon purple color that glows under the lights.

“Hey handsome. Are you looking for some company?” She asks, putting a hand on his peck.

He politely and gently removes her hand and looks her in the eyes. “I’m looking for y/n.”

You’re on-stage dancing with two other girls as you all share the stage. You lean your body back after a spin on a pole; you see a familiar figure that towers over everyone else. With an excited look on your face, you turn around quickly. “König!”

König walks up to the stage and reaches a hand out to you. He lifts you off the stage and hugs you tightly, your legs wrapping around his waist. His fingers dig into your thighs, feeling your soft flesh poke out through the holes in your fishnets.

“You look so sexy up on that stage, Schatzi.” König leans in and kisses your lips.

“Look at you!” Your lips hungrily kiss every inch of his face. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I miss you too. That’s why I’ve come to look for a…what’s it called?”

“The VIP treatment?”

“Ja, VIP treatment.” He repeats, smiling at you.

“Okay, put me down and follow me.” You giggle as you’re put down.

His massive hand slips in yours as you walk him to a private VIP room towards the back of the club. As you walk, men watch your breasts bounce and hips sway. König notices their gazes. He tries his best to not let their stares get to him. Your body is stunning and you’re dressed revealing. Of course they’re looking. If you weren’t his, he would still look.

König lowers his eyes to watch your thighs and ass instead, so he doesn’t let the men ruin his reunion with you. His eyes gaze around the room you bring him into, a large leather sofa against one wall.

You gently push his chest for him to sit back on the sofa, straddling him as soon as he sits back. His hands like a magnet grasp your ass, moving your hips to grind on his erection. Slowly, he moves his hands lower, trying to stick a finger into your pussy.

“There are cameras, you’ll have to wait for home to touch me like that.” You whisper to him before kissing him more.

“Then let’s give security a show, ja?”

A soft giggle escapes your lips as he speaks. “You’re so naughty. How about a dance?”

“A dance…a dance would hold me over until you get off work.” König’s hands travel the curve of your plump ass and move up to your back.

You stand from his lap, his fingers falling from your fleshing leaving him wanting for more. His eyes are glued to the way you stand before him, leaning your body over his and putting your hands on either side of the couch behind him.

There is a sexual aura about you as you turn a switch in your head and treat König as if he were a paying customer. He sees a new look in your eyes that draws him in. His little Schatzi turned into a little vixen. As you pull away, he leans forward, as if he’s desperate to have you that close to him again.

König chuckles at his own reaction and leans back. His hand moving over his cock to give it some of the friction it’s craving for you right now. The way his pale blue eyes travel across your body makes you tingle. He’s hungry. It’s been almost a full year without you.

Your body moves in a hypnotic motion, hands moving slowly behind you to pull on the bikini string around your back. The fabric pops up to reveal under boob to König. He gazes with anticipation as he watches your hands reach behind your shoulders and let your top fall to the ground.

“Beautiful…” He whispers once your hardened nipples and full breasts are exposed to him. König can’t help but to lean forward. His large hands reach out to cup your breasts. His thumbs passing over your nipples before you playfully swat his hands away.

“No touching König. Be a good boy.”

A growl escapes his lips as you hit his hands. He gazes up at you, pupils blown from desire and lust. “I can’t control myself, Schatzi.” With his last inch of will he leans back, continuing to rub his cock.

You stand before him, hips swaying with the music blaring throughout the club. His eyes drop from your breasts to your rear as you slowly back up to him. Your ass widens as you sit on his cock, his erection twitching in his pants. A warmth radiates over his crotch from you sitting on him.

König’s hands caress your thighs, slipping his fingers between the holes in your fishnets. He has to use all of his self-control to not pull them and rip them off of you. You roll your hips on him, matching the beat on the music. A small groan leaves his lips as he pulls you back to rest on him.

His lips are hungry as he kisses down your neck, his sharp canines dig into your neck pulling a whimper from you. You lean your body back as he continues to bite down your neck. His hands move up, gliding across your body until he cups your breasts. He pinches your nipples and lets out a tender sigh.

Your hips are still grinding on him causing König to close his eyes and enjoy the moment. He begins to daydream about you bouncing on his cock right now. How the security guards would be beating their meat looking at you getting fucked by his massive dick.

In a fluid motion you move away and off of König. His hands still reach out for you, he hates how good you are at teasing him. Your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants, causing you to bite your lower lip.

Approaching him, you lift your leg up, resting it on his shoulder. He turns his head and kisses your ankle and leg.

“Kö Kö, pay attention.” Your tone teasing him.

König turns his head and looks at you. You move the thing fabric of your thong to the side, exposing your waxed pussy to him. König’s jaw drops and stares. He’s been dreaming of that sweet cunt all these months. His eyes watch like a hawk as your fingers move down and begin to rub that tiny little clit.

“Mein Gott…” He reaches out to feel your wetness when you slap his hand away again. His eyes meet you instantly as he shakes his head.

“You can’t touch.”

“Like hell I can’t.” König whispers as he moves forward and grasps your ass, pulling your pussy to his face. He breathes you in before kissing all over your soft lips and clit. Your head drops back in ecstasy as he sticks his tongue out to lap at your cunt.

You grab his bun and hold it tightly as he eats you out. Your leg on his shoulder twitching slightly with every pass. It’s been so long; you’ve missed how his mouth feels. While pleasing you, his hand rubs along his cock, stroking it slowly. He knows they’re being watched, but fuck it. He needs you now.

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Unwanted: Chapter 23, Undressed - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions: of drug use, drug dealing, stripping, prostitution, drug overdose, seizures, organized crime.

Word Count: 1.6k

Previously On...: After using your quick wit and computer skills to get you both out of a sticky situation, Tony offered you a job, and a beautiful friendship was born.

A/N: And we are ON THE MISSION! Welcome to Atlantic City, besties!

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The Wiggle Room was nothing like Beantown Burlesque, of that you were certain. For a stripclub, Beantown had still managed to cater to a relatively upscale clientele, demanding exorbitant cover charges, selling overpriced drinks, and charging a premium for lap and private dances– hell, Tony Stark had gone there. And they never, ever, encouraged you to take on any ‘extra’ services for customers. Sure, clients asked, but girls were fired for accepting, and if a client wouldn’t take your ‘no’ for an answer, Beantown’s bouncers were more than happy to send them flying out the door on their asses.

You quickly learned that The Wiggle Room played by an entirely different set of rules when a customer asked if he could snort a line of coke off of your ass during your first shift. Everyone, it seemed, was high on some kind of drug, customers and coquettes alike. It made it surprisingly easy to get information out of people without rousing too much suspicion onto yourself.

Within the first two weeks, you and Sam were able to uncover that most, if not all, of the missing women you were investigating had either been, or tried out to be, dancers, bought drugs, or prostituted themselves out of the club. You were definitely in the epicenter of the disappearances. You positively had the where, but you were still far from discovering the why and the who.

You and Sam had set up a temporary caseboard in the dining nook of the apartment you were using as your safehouse. The two of you had already been good friends, but playing a couple at the club and sharing tight accommodations had intensified the power of your bond, and as you sat in front of the caseboard eating your Chinese takeout together, you couldn’t help but rib one another.

“Lavender definitely has a thing for you,” you pointed your chopsticks at him, referring to one of the club’s older dancers, who, at 45, had taken a shine to the Falcon from the moment he’d taken his position as member of the club’s security team.

“Well, can you blame her?” Sam said, slurping up the noodles of his lo mein. “Hard to resist a good piece of dark chocolate, and Ole Sammy’s a fine box of Godiva.”

You wrinkled up your face. “Okkkay,” you said, “ignoring the fact that there’s so much gross in that statement that I don’t even know where to begin, should I give her your number, then?”

Sam nearly choked on his food. “Absolutely not!” he coughed. “She’s got six kids!”

“Wow, Samuel,” you said, pretending to be offended on Lavender’s behalf, “I didn’t realize you were prejudiced against single moms. Does Sarah, know that fascinating tidbit about you?”

“Nuh-uh, Baby Girl. Don’t you go tryin’ to put words in my mouth. I got nothin’ against single moms– they’re the backbone of this country– but Lavender’s also got six baby daddies she doesn’t know how to quit. I ain’t lookin’ for that kinda drama in my love life, thank you very much.”

You took a bite of your chicken & broccoli. “Fair point,” you conceded. “I’ll allow it.” Sam tipped his head to you in his thanks.

You let your attention drift back to the board. In addition to photos of the missing women, you’d also managed to populate it with a combination of ID photos and mugshots of the club’s employees and management. As you’d learned the identities of your coworkers, you’d been able to piece the hierarchy of the organization together, but you only got as far as the club’s owner, Vladimir Kozlov. When you’d sent his name and some covert photos back to the Tower, you hadn’t been surprised to receive word back from Natasha that Kozlov had, at one point, been a low-level thug in the Russian mob. What you hadn’t yet been able to decipher, however, was how he kept the club afloat. According to your research, the Wiggle Room was hemorrhaging money, its expenses far surpassing its recorded income, yet Kozlov dressed himself in the finest European suits and drove a seemingly never-ending rotation of sports cars that would rival Tony’s.

You and Sam had both come to the shared conclusion that Kozlov didn’t have the brain cells to run a successful, let alone lucrative, criminal operation on his own, and therefore, there must be silent partners involved in the club that you’d not yet been able to identify. The drugs that were sold out of the club could account for some of its income, but not nearly enough.

“I’ve got an idea,” you said, turning back to Sam.

“Why do I feel like someone just walked over my grave when you said that?” he asked you with an exaggerated shiver.

You cocked your head. “Probably because it’s a terrible one.” Nibbling on your lower lip, you debated whether or not to tell him. He was going to hate it, but you couldn’t think of a better way to get closer to Kozlov’s inner circle. “I think I should start buying drugs from Kozlov’s men.”

The look Sam gave you was withering. “Pocket,” he warned, “that’s an actual crime.”

“I’m not going to do them, Sam!” You put down your carton of rice. “I just need to make them think I am. Kozlov keeps the girls that buy from him close– he likes how they come to rely on him. I think it gets his rocks off to have them be dependent on him. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if he lets things slip in front of them because they’re too strung out to pay attention.”

Sam seemed to consider your proposal. “I don’t like it, Baby Girl,” he said. “It sounds dangerous. What if he tries to take advantage of you?”

You held up the silver bangle that served as your distress signal. “Then I call for the calvary,” you said. “I won’t actually be high, so I’ll still have my wits about me.”

“So, you think you know enough about gettin’ high to fake it in front of a bunch of drug dealers?” Sam asked, clearly thinking you were overestimating your acting abilities.

You puffed a breath out of the corner of your mouth. “Yeeeeah. So, here’s the thing… I might have spent a good chunk of my teen years on a variety of illegal substances.”

Sam’s eyebrows went comically high. “Come again for Dark Chocolate?”

How to be truthful yet maintain your sense of dignity here? “Everyone at the Tower knows how my childhood was rough, yeah? That my parents were shit? And that’s the reason I don’t have anything to do with them?” Sam nodded. This much of your past, at least, was common knowledge, and you were more or less keen to leave it that way. “Alright, so, part of that shit was that my mom and her boyfriend were drug addicts. Mom preferred meth and booze, but the boyfriend was less discriminate. He’d do anything if it got him high enough. When he needed me to… let’s say ‘behave,’ he’d give me something, whatever he had on hand. Weed, MDMA, coke, benzos, Special K, opiates. Really didn’t matter to him. The drugs made me easier to control. So, I know how to act like I’m high, because I’ve been high. A lot.”

The look in Sam’s eyes morphed from disappointment at your idea to horror at your revelation. “Fuck. Baby Girl, I had no idea.” You couldn’t meet his gaze; unlike your past as a stripper, this was something you were deeply ashamed of.

“It’s fine, Sam,” you told him, picking your food carton up again just to give you something to focus on. “It was a long time ago.

“What made you stop?” he asked, no judgment, just genuine sincerity in his question.

“Same thing that saved the rest of my sorry ass,” you shrugged, playing with the flaps of the paper carton. “Tony. By that point, though, it was mostly just Adderall to focus on school work and so I could stay awake to take more shifts at the club, and weed for when the Adderall wouldn’t let me sleep.”

“One time, I took too much Adderall to cram for a final, and I had a seizure. Tony had to take me to the hospital, and he was furious– I’ve honestly never seen him so mad. Trust me when I say it made his fight with Cap look like a playground spat. I thought for sure he was going to wash his hands of me. I wouldn't have blamed him.”

The memory of it played through your mind, the sheer disappointment in Tony’s eyes as the doctors told him what they’d found in your system.

“But, the thing was, Tony blamed himself, said he’d put too much pressure on me. Kept saying he was turning into his father, and he couldn’t have that. So, instead of tossing me out on my ass like he should have, he got me help.”

Sam’s mouth hung open. “I’m sorry, but I think we know two different Tony Starks. This altruism does not jive with the man I work with.”

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders again. “Not my fault he likes me better than you, Samuel. I am a lot cuter.”

“Debatable,” Sam replied before taking a swig of his beer. He looked thoughtful for a moment. “If you don’t think it’s gonna be too much of a temptation for you,” he said after a pause, “I think the drug-buying might work. We can give it a shot, at least.”

You sipped your iced tea. “Won’t be a problem, Sammy. The girl who constantly did that stuff is gone, and she’s not coming back.”

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strawbeerossi · 1 year ago

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Tiny Dancer

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: After Spencer meets you while you are on an undercover mission, it isn’t long until you two get to know each other. After your first date together, you give him a few lessons.

Content/Warnings: Awkward Spencer, strip club, minor case matter, lap dancing, cumming in pants.

Word Count: 2.8K

Kinktober Day Nineteen: Lingerie

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This is my least favorite fic. I apologize in advance.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Emily asked, gazing at the front of the strip club where Aaron was smoothening out his suit jacket and glancing at her and Spence.. “One million percent. Don’t get too distracted here. I have a friend who is in sex crimes working undercover to catch someone who is taking advantage of strippers and call girls. She agreed to meet us but you have to be prepared for the way she’s going to talk to us. It’s not going to be a traditional interview.”

The two agents looked between each other in confusion. What did he mean by that? Regardless, they both walked inside the not too busy club. This was a more upscale place, one of the strip clubs that kept the high paying men of the city anonymous, able to enjoy the likes of a the establishment without someone going back and telling wives, girlfriends, or employers. The safety due to the membership only status worked out in their favor, only having to flash their badges and mentioning they needed to scope out the place before they were let inside.

Once in the dimly lit building, Aaron’s gaze was scanning the room before his eyes landed just on the undercover agent they were looking for. You had gotten the hint he was here to see you, so you were moving away from the man you were currently talking to before twirling your hair around your finger. “Hi sweetheart. Looking for a dance today?” You asked sweetly, glancing back at the other agents who were waiting as well.

“Yes. My friends and I woulda actually like to ask for a private dance. Is that something we could do?” Your gaze lingered on one particular agent; Spencer Reid. He was a living legend around the FBI due to his intellect, of course you’d heard about him around the office. “I charge extra for groups.” You added soon after, which you were leading the three agents back to the safety of the private room while you closed the door. “I really wish you would text me before you do something like this.” You scolded Aaron while holding a hand out to take the money he was getting out of his wallet. The cameras in the room made it hard to have a normal conversation, you having to play along to the private dance fantasy.

After pushing the bills into the babydoll lingerie top, you were going to the pole in the middle of the room. “I know. However this is an emergency that I didn’t plan for. One of our victims worked here. Her name was Amanda Raymond. What can you tell us about her?” Aaron stated as if there wasn’t a half naked woman in the room that had Spencer’s face bright red and Emily practically drooling at the sight.

“Mandy?” You asked, smile faltering hearing about how your missing friend was in fact dead. “She was a sweet girl. I mean, she worked damn near every night to support her son.” Your leg hooked around the pole as you did a spin around it, ultimately moving away. “She hasn’t left with anyone that I know of. I mean she had some sketchy regulars but I can get you their information,” You shrugged, moving to straddle Emily’s lap while laughing at her reaction. “Prentiss, stay focused.” You’d teased, smiling as you could feel her soft hands against your hips as she cleared her throat.

“Right, sorry. Anyone in particular that you have both serviced?” She asked, unable to help her gaze over your exposed body. How was she gonna look you in the eye around the office after this?!

“There’s Michael Lewis. He’s actually a deputy on the police force. He’s really violent. He’s left bruises on my arms and hips before whenever security couldn’t get here fast enough.” You’d answered, thinking it over. “And Trevor Brown, a college professor who likes to try and take every dancer home,” You responded, laughing a bit as the raven haired woman was pushing a twenty in your lingerie top before you were moving to Spencer.

He looked like he was gonna pass out the minute you were bending down in front of him, continuing on with your dance routine as you let your hips play with some rock song playing over the speakers of the private room. “Y-you-“ Spencer was bright red, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he clutched the arm of the leather sofa. The outfit left very little to the imagination. “I’m sorry.” He squeaked while his eyes were diverting their gaze from your ass perched in his face. “You said that they’ve t-touched you, I can assume it was insitent?” Spencer asked, his own hands itching to touch your soft skin. “Yeah. They weren’t very kind and they were pushy. I’m sure you’ve seen the type on the field. I’m just sure they don’t grab you the way they’ve grabbed me.”

You turned to face Spencer again as your arms loosely draped around his shoulder, your tantalizing hips having Spencer drunk in the moment. The genius would think you were doing this on purpose, almost as if you enjoyed the act of teasing him and rendering him speechless. He had to admit that he was definitely a fan. He just wished his boss and coworker wasn’t with him, this interview would’ve gone just a tad different. “I can give you their information. I’ve had them leave their numbers and some business cards as if I would ever talk to them outside of this job.” You added, your dance coming to an end anyway as you were heading to a stack of cards and such.

The girls had gotten used to tossing any kind of numbers or other things on one of the tables in the room. Sifting through the numbers, you were smiling whenever you came across the two cards. “I really do think they should be watched closely.” You spoke while handing a card to Aaron. Now you were going to tease Spencer more, putting the card between your teeth before heading over to bend in front of him once more, leaning in close so he could retrieve the card.

Due to his germaphobia, he definitely wasn’t taking into his mouth, however he slowly took the car as his honey colored eyes were overshadowed by lust and embarrassment from seeing how much of an effect you had on him. “You three get out of here safely. Don’t call too much attention to yourselves. I’m not saying there is anyone here who could hurt you at the moment but.. Feds around here would terrify the mass amounts of customers who are trying to stay on the downlow.”

The three agents were getting up from the couch as they had gotten all the intel they needed. “Alright. You three keep your heads down.” You spoke while walking them over to open the door. There were a few moments where Spencer was stopped, his gaze on you. “Got a business card you wanna add to our table?” You couldn’t help but tease him, a smirk on your face. “What if I uh..” He was awkwardly reaching in his pocket, getting out a card with his number in it before he caught you off guard, slipping the card into your cleavage. The bold move was overshadowed by his embarrassed little blush, a shaky laugh leaving his lips. “Please don’t put it on the table. I’d rather have you contact me directly.” He said softly, only glancing back when he could hear Emily calling his name. “We gotta go but.. Call me?”

“You got it, Dr. Reid. Go save some lives.” You grinned, waving him off as you were walking out of the private room again to get right back to your post.

After that, the BAU did what they did best. They caught the man on a murderous rampage against sex workers, his view of them as being dirty and deserving the release of death to forgive them of their sins. Which you never understood but hey, you weren’t a psychopath so it made sense why you didn’t understand.

You’d been texting Spencer throughout the week, mostly just small talk while his awkwardness and shyness translated to messages as well. You found it endearing. He was a charming man who did have a small confidence issue but you were happy to tell him just how attractive he was and help the best you can to boost that confidence without making his ego inflating too much. You’d both agreed to meet up for coffee on a Sunday morning, the both of you meeting at a small cafe in DC.

“I’m glad you came. I was nervous you wouldn’t.” Spencer admitted as you were sitting at one of the outdoor tables with him, a smile on your face as you sipped from the cup in your hand. “Why wouldn’t I come? I’ve liked talking to you! It’s been an honor to get to know you, honestly. I mean, you’re very well known around the FBI as a whole so actually meeting you is nice rather than just hearing about you.”

The words had him blushing, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I’m just not used to asking anyone out. Which I mean, if you don’t want this to be considered that I understand.” He spoke while you were letting one hand gently pat his hand resting against the table.

“Well. You did a great job asking me! I also have to say that I don’t want this to end early. How about we go back to my apartment? I know how much you love Doctor Who and I have the whole classic series! I like the earliest seasons but I am willing to watch what you want.” You added with a smile, Spencer not daring to turn it down as you were pushing themselves to stand. Thankfully, the walk to your apartment wasn’t too long considering you lived only a couple blocks away from the cafe. After leading Spencer upstairs and unlocking the wooden door, he broke the threshold and headed inside right behind you, his hand moving to gently close the door behind you both. “You have a really nice place.” He’d commented.

It smelled like vanilla, the atmosphere being welcoming and so inviting that he had no problem towing off his shoes at the doorway before making himself comfortable as you were going for the case that held all the classic films and shows you had taken a liking to. “Here we go. Should we start with season one?” You asked, although you both didn’t share any confirmation as you were popping the disk in. After getting the remote, you were hurrying to leap onto the couch beside Spencer, the both of you laughing as you were crossing your legs to get comfortable.

The binge-watching had gone pretty standard, your body leaning comfortably against Spencer’s while your cheek was against his shoulder, his arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. Despite his dislike for most human contact, he had to admit that he liked sitting like this with you. It helped that your body was warm against his. The contact was oddly intimate — At least to Spencer.

It was well established in the past that this guy doesn’t know how to go slow. So as you were so engrossed in the first season of your show, he was too busy thinking of the future opportunities of you both sitting on the couch like this and enjoying each other’s presence. “Can I ask you a question?” His voice finally spoke up as he glanced at you, your head lifting from his shoulder. “Yeah. Go ahead!” You offered a smile. “How long have you been doing undercover work at the uh.. You know.” He asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Well. I was just assigned to do it. I took pole dancing classes in college with a few friends. It’s actually a really good workout and I enjoy doing it. I just wish it wasn’t in front of a crowd.”

You answered honestly. It wasn’t something that you ever pictured yourself doing, however you were happy to catch sick fuckers that occupied the place. “Wait. They have classes?” The male asked, the hobby piquing his intrigue in the subject. “Yes! Why, want me to give you a lesson?” You joked while offering a smile. “I can teach you how to do a lap dance. I’ve already given you one so I don’t think it’ll be awkward. Right?”

Hell no it would not.

“I don’t- I don’t think so!” His voice squeaked as you were moving to stand with a smile. “Perfect! Don’t worry, you can touch me this time. No need to be freaked out.” You teased, hand retrieving the tv remote to get the screen turned off. You had moved to playfully toss your hair around, acting as if you had to gussy yourself up for the part. “Let me put on a costume. I feel like I need to do this perfectly.”

Which you disappeared for ten minutes, finding a silk purple negligee with lace stockings. You may have been overembellishing just a tad, however you wouldn’t mind Spencer putting his hands on you in any way he chose. Whenever you were coming back to the living room, your hands were on your hips as you sauntered to the couch. When the male’s eyes fell on you, he felt the wind get knocked out of him. This wasn’t at all what he was expecting. “What do you think?” You asked, doing a turn while grinning. “I was gonna put on some heels but I felt like that would be overkill.”

“I think you look stunning.”

“Flattery will get you absolutely everywhere, Dr. Reid.” You smirked, hand retrieving your phone as you were searching for a suitable song for the occasion.

As you’d landed on an old school rock song, it wasn’t long until you were dragging your hands up your body, watching as the agent in front of you was giving you his full divided attention. As you walked around the couch, your hands were sliding down his chest from behind him. The mere touch had his cock springing to life in his pants, especially when you ran them up his chest and rested a hand under his chin before making his head tilt up to look at you.

After lingering contact and leaning down to press a kiss to his left cheek, you were walking back in front of him again while bending. Your hands were against his knees while you lowered yourself, the angle making your cleavage nearly spill from the silky top of the ensemble and catching his attention. As your touch dragged up his thighs, you couldn’t help but grin at the way his body reacted to the touch. It was like he was so desperate to be touched and he hadn’t had any sort of intimacy like this in a while. Your hands squeezed his inner thighs before you were straddling his lap.

With your hands against his shoulders, you were humming along with the music as your hips rolled down into Spencer’s, the friction against his clothed cock being heavenly. His large hands were quickly moving to your hips, his mouth agape as he watched the intoxicating movements of your hips.

He could remember being jealous of Emily when they talked to you, the way you put on a show for her and gave Spencer hardly anything. This was a hell of a way to make it up to him though. While your hips gyrated against his lap, he was letting his head tilt back against the sofa while letting out a gentle whine. Your movements were overwhelming, hips rocking to stimulate riding his cock so good that it could nearly be considered the real thing.

By the end of the song though, Spencer could feel arousal building up in the pit of his stomach. His heart was beating fast, face red as a thin layer of sweat was collecting on his forehead from how hot he felt in these fucking clothes. What happened next was out of his control, the friction of your hips rubbing him just right as his hands squeezed your hips, a whine of your name slipping out before he could feel his cock twitch in his underwear. The arousal snuck up on him, unable to hold back as he soiled his underwear with cum. You knew all too well what had happened, your hips slowing down as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Did you just..” You began, blushing as the male was quickly looking away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I can’t- I didn’t mean-“ Your hand was what cut him off as it rested gently over his mouth. “You don’t have to apologize.” You said softly while laughing some. “I’m flattered! But I think that we should probably get you cleaned up, don’t you think?”

Spencer didn’t catch on at first, not until your hands were on the button or his slacks. “Y-yeah.” He spoke shyly, lifting his lips in order to help you tug the bottoms down his legs.

“Good boy.”

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tumblerislovetumblerislife · 1 month ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, female Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Female Charles Rowland, Lapdance, Dom/sub, Dom Charles Rowland (DCU), Sub Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Frottage, Strap-Ons, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Piercings, Oral Sex, butch4butch sapphic payneland is something that can be so personal, Genderqueer Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Summary:

The woman was a sight and a half. Glazed eyes, dark strands of hair sticking to flushed cheeks, the proper button-down doing nothing to hide the way her chest heaved with her rapid breaths. Easy. Charlize had barely started. And, oh, there was still so much she planned to do…

Or: A lap dance gets a little out of hand.

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gabessquishytum · 9 months ago

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Soulmate mark when a person touches their soulmate for the first time; no touching lap dances, because who wants a whore as a soulmate and to find out in the middle of a strip joint.

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Finding your soulmate in this 'verse is generally a joyful thing. When a person touches their soulmate, on bare skin, for the first time you feel it and matching marks appear on the bare skin,,, and continue to appear on touching mates' bare skin for a period of time after the first touch (it's believed that the strongest mate bonds continue to manifest mate marks for years when they touch each other's bare skin.)

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Mated people tend not to work in strip clubs as mates are pretty sacred, and mates tend not to like to share. There are "specialty" clubs where you might find mated stripper,,,,but that's a different story 😉 Suffice to say, the "no touch" rule for lap dances, has a compound reason for existing and generally being enforced without much push back - there are always asses, who get bounced on on those self-same asses for touching their lap dancing stripper.

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Hob didn’t feel like going out, but his friends weren't going to let their friend stay inside and be sad about his most recent break up - it's been like a month.

Hob just wants to find his soulmate; he knows they must be just fabulous. He can't wait to get to know them and shower them in his love and affection! Hob's "love and affection" has more often than not been deemed too much, but Hob just knows that his brand of love will be just right for his soulmate.

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Dream has been stripping since he left his family. He's sure if he went back to the Endless family fold, they would "welcome" him back to their loveless, soulmateless, society, hateful marriages - he's sure that absolute ghoul of a man, Burgess is still around looking to mate with him.

Stripping isn't necessarily conducive to finding a soulmate (not that any of these people who frequent Dream's particular club are people he would want to mate with), with no touching a strictly enforced thing. Still, Dream would really like to meet his perfect match; he might be standoffish, but even he imagines longingly what his soulmate is like.

🫱🏻‍🫲🏼❤️🫱🏼‍🫲🏻❤️🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

A strip club isn't precisely where Hob wanted to be tonight,,,,,, or where he thought he would find and touch his soulmate for the first time.

Omg, such a crazy place for a soul mate meeting! I love it!!!

It all happens very quickly, in the end. Hob’s group of friends are getting rowdy, and he really wants to leave... then again, there is a really cute dancer making the rounds. So he stays a little longer. Dream reaches Hob’s group, and he starts doing his usual routine - lap dances, no touching. Until one of the guys lurches out of the booth to go throw up and knocks Dream to the floor.

Hob, being a gentleman, quickly helps the dancer up. The thing is... Dream is wearing next to nothing. Just a skimpy thong and high heels. So Hob has to touch him to help him up and make sure that nothing is broken.

It's safe to say that the entire club goes still. Hob’s hand is wrapped around Dream’s ribcage, and everyone can see the marks beginning to appear! On Dream’s ribs and Hob's hand - intricate patterns of feathers and infinity symbols.

They apologise simultaneously. Hob is apologising for touching without permission. Dream, well... he's kind of apologising for existing. For being Hob’s soulmate. For being an embarrassment. Hob, sensing this through their newly forming bond, puts his other hand on Dream’s cheek. Tiny jewel-like symbols appear on both of their skins. Hob has never been more love-struck or captivated in his entire life.

Hesitantly, Dream puts his own hand on Hob’s cheek and watches the symbols appear on the stubbly warm skin. It's like watching the sun come out.

Years later, they'll come back to the club - for anniversaries, mainly. Every time they come back, they both have new marks joyfully displayed on their skin. And Hob proudly tells everyone that he met his soulmate in a strip club - because he'll never be ashamed of his independent, beautiful, darling Dream - and because it makes other people sooooo uncomfortable, hehe!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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sevikasmommy · 1 month ago

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I didn’t think I would find myself writing again, but the chokehold this woman has on me is too much to bear. So, here is Exotic Dancer Reader and Patron Sevika. Men, Minors, and Ageless blogs DNI.

You've started getting excited for your regular on Saturday nights. She was the definition of tall, dark, and beautiful. Your exact type. Every time she came in for a dance, you would run your hands down those sculpted biceps, feeling the muscles twitch and stretch underneath your fingertips.

Her lips always twitched into a teasing smirk, her eyes lighting fire every time they raked down your exposed chest. You loved the attention she gave you. It’s so much better with her than with any of your other patrons. She made you feel like the only gorgeous girl in the world.

You keep your Saturday nights fully open. She always tips you plenty, so you don’t worry about it too much. Tonight was a little different though, something just felt different. The doors to the club slammed open, all the dancers, waitresses, and patrons freezing in their spots as they watched the large woman walk in.

Your head rested in the palm of your hand as you sighed, her metal arm peeking out from under her poncho. She always knew how to make an entrance. Her eyes caught yours, a small smirk playing at her lips. She had a cut on her upper cheek, and dried blood crusted around the cuts. You could see some bruises blooming on her face and arm.

“Hey there, Gorgeous.” Her voice ran sultry in your veins, making you a little weak in the knees.

“Hey,” you tried your best to sound flirty, your voice cracking slightly, “You here for our usual, Vika?”

You could see Sevika bite her lower lip, her eyes slowly searching your face, then shooting down for just a moment to your cleavage. You chuckled lightly, your hand reaching out to run down her biceps.

“I was thinking about just… talking tonight, sweetheart. Just wanna enjoy your company.” Her smile dropped, almost as if she was disappointed.

You gave her your most reassuring smile, your hand flowing smoothly down to catch her wrist. “Come on, big mama. You have me for as long as you want.”

Without waiting for her answer, you take her to your favorite room. It wasn’t the specialty rooms you usually had her in, but a destressing room. With low warm lighting, comfortable seating, and a light lavender incense wafted in the corner.

You took a deep breath, opened the little cabinet, and grabbed Sevika’s favorite with two small glasses. Sevika slowly made her way fully into the room, taking in her surroundings and watching as you readied her favorite drink.

You smile sweetly at her, drinks in hand. “Go ahead and sit down, love. You know I won’t bite.” You chuckle slightly.

It earns you a slight hum from her as she sinks into the soft cushions. She readjusts a little, the cushions fighting against her movements. “Since when did you guys have… these rooms?”

You shrug your shoulder, standing between her legs as you hand her a drink. “They’ve been sittin’ empty, so we decided to turn them into ‘softcore rooms.’” She accepts the drink, humming at your response.

She takes a sip and leans her head back against the couch. You could see her chest rise and fall as she sighed deeply.

You take your place on her lap, shimmying to make yourself comfortable. Her metal arm gently grabs your crossed legs, pulling you a little closer to her. She quietly asks you to take her drink so she can run her flesh hand up your bareback and wrap it around your waist.

You hum slightly, placing the drinks on the coffee table. Sometimes when Sevika gets too overwhelmed with everything, this is how you would find her. Your comforting weight on her lap, her head buried in the crook of your neck. You wished this could be all the time, dreamed every night of being the perfect wife for this woman.

But you never knew if you were even that attractive to her. Maybe she just liked you because you had easy access to blow off steam. You shook your head, the thoughts threatening to sting your eyes with tears. You concentrated on her shallow breaths, her shoulders relaxing as you ran your fingers across them.

She squeezed you a little tighter, and you thought she had said something to you. “What was that, Vika? I didn’t quite catch it.”

She sighed, her head lifting to look into your eyes, “Thanks for… well everything.” Her eyes were so beautiful in this light, little flecks of amber floating among the dark grey. But, she looked so exhausted.

You sighed, bringing your hand to her jaw. “Of course, Vika. I’m always happy to help.” Your thumb caressed her cheek, some of the dried blood flaking as you did so. You smiled softly, reaching under the coffee table for a small first aid kit.

Sevika chuckled slightly, rolling her eyes as you got a small gauze pad to put disinfectant on. “You don’t have to do that, Princess. I can take care of it later.”

You scoffed slightly, giving her a soft pout. “I can’t send you home beat up like this, love. That just won’t do.” You chuckle lightly, watching as she silently twists her head to let you clean the wound up.

This wasn’t new territory for you. Any time she came in slightly beat up, you were there with something to clean her up with. But this time, her flesh thumb stroked down your hip bone causing slight shivers to run up your spine.

For some reason, this time felt so much more intimate. You pressed down a little harder, the wound opening slightly. You heard her hiss slightly, her hand squeezing your waist a little harder.

“Sorry, bein’ a little stubborn. But I got all the gunk off. Let us get some bandages on it.” You smile slightly, her eyes fluttering open to stare at you. You could feel the blush staining your cheeks from her gaze.

You bandage her up, making sure to be careful and not hurt her again. She smiles at you, her cute tooth gap showing slightly. You chuckle, her head dipping back down to the crook of your neck.

Eventually, she starts mumbling. How her job is going? How she managed to get herself hurt like that? You stay silent, running your hand along the back of her head, feeling the buzzed hair. Scratching in that one spot you know she likes.

She stops talking suddenly, her breath coming out kind of shaky. “Can… Can I ask you something?”

You feel yourself freeze up, but relax immediately. “Yeah, Vika. What’s up?”

She takes in another shaky breath, squeezing you closer to her. “Would you…. Would you go on an actual date with me?”

Your mouth drops open, and your brain freezes instantly. “I…. Did I just hear that right? You’re asking me on a date?”

You feel Sevika’s grip leaving you, she grips your wrists to get out of her hold. She’s not looking at you, though. You panic slightly, dropping your hands down to her shoulders.

“Sevika, oh my gods, yes! I’ll… I’ll go on a real date with you.” She whips her head to stare at you, her eyes searching for something.

She releases a breath, her chest deflating. “Really? Is Tuesday night okay with you? Around 6?”

You couldn’t manage to wipe that smile off your face. Her eyes shone brightly as she looked up at you. “Yeah, that sounds great! I would love that.”

After that, you both chatted about nothing in particular. About your lives in the undercity, and how you both managed to get there.

After a couple of hours, your shift is almost up and the club closes in 10 minutes. She gives you a soft peck on the cheek, chuckling as she sees the blush crawl up your neck.

“I’ll see you Tuesday, Gorgeous.”

#sevika #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #f!reader #Sfw

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cutieeva · 5 months ago

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Enslave

Female reader

Warnings : Love bombing. Power abuse. Threats. Coercion. Molestation. Profanity languages. Slut shaming. Rape. Violence. Framing. Attempt home invasion. Molestation.

SYNOPSIS

❛ ผู้หญิง ❜ Muse and Seduction, it is a well known name of the most Luxurious Adult Entertainment Complexe in Thailand also the least respected profession (Y/N) works in, not aware it will soon turn into a memory of calm before the storm in form of a man.

Thailand, a country known for its vibrant culture, rich history, and breathtaking landscapes, also has a complex and multifaceted adult entertainment industry. While it's true that this industry is visible and widespread, it's essential to approach the topic with sensitivity and nuance. From bustling cities like Bangkok and Pattaya to tourist destinations like Phuket and Chiang Mai, adult entertainment venues and services are indeed present. These can range from go-go bars and massage parlors to street workers and karaoke bars offering private rooms to many more and despite the shame and stigma associated with these works, many women still engage in this profession due to limited job opportunities and economic necessity. The pay can be more convenient and immediate compared to other respectable jobs, which may require years of education and experience to achieve similar financial stability.

Alike to the above explanation (Y/N) also choose to work in such environment—All for money and did she succced in having what she wanted ? Yes because the place she works in is called Muse and Seduction, one of the top Adult Entertainment Complexes— it's a adult entertainment where almost all of the sexual activities could be done, separately and wonderfully. It has sections of Cabaret : where dancers perform for their male guests. Private room also known as Lounges : where sex could be given if requested and money are fullfilled. Strips clubs : where adult dances or lap dances available. Sex clubs : only available to VIP members for the privacy of their group sex, fetishes activities and message parlor : to offer erotic messages or intimate service and adult theater : to watch porn without shame and more sections based on how well the adult entertainment complexes is going and her complex has it all that even surprised the past self of (Y/N) who didn't had the slightest idea of such things exist—no she wasn't naïve rather in awe to have so varieties like a deck of cards laid out before her. Despite its grandeur, the complex remained hidden from the public eye, accessible only to those who knew where to look letting her past self marveled at how seamlessly it blended into the surrounding landscape, a testament to the discretion and secrecy that shrouded the adult entertainment industry.

Quickly that time she entered not for the sex work she thought could only pay her rents and shield her from her runaway abusive parents rather at the Cabaret where dancers danced contrast to not being the most skilled or pretty, she impressed the manager with her passion and raw talent. Offered a job on the spot, she found a refuge and purpose in the vibrant world of dance and before she knew it she sat on the position of manager of Cabaret section where she once only stared and worked hard.

"(Y/N) !" The (H/C) haired woman turn around at her name call meeting the eyes of the old general manager who's wiping his sweat yet a smile plastered on his lips.

"Yes, sir". Politely she asked having a hint of some excitement news to be heard noticing the uncontrollable smile and fire on his eyes.

The air was electric as he made the announcement, his face splitting into a wide, toothy grin. "Today, a very, very, very special guest is coming!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious yet puzzling.

She raised an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly to one side. VVVIP visitors weren't uncommon in their establishment, but the level of excitement radiating from him was unusual. Whoever this guest was, they must be incredibly influential and wealthy to warrant such anticipation.

Her (E/C) eyes watched him practically bounce with energy, a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that this visit might bring trouble, particularly for the women who work here. A nagging sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach, her mind racing with the possibility that someone might be coerced into doing something against their will.

"Understood". She dry chuckle, darting eyes to her pratice hall and to the general manager.

"That's why you also need to perform today". Ah ! No wonder he came to her because despite being a manager she still performs for the double money she is paid.

"So the party is hosted in here ?" Insinuating her sections making the general manager nod.

"Yes, unfortunately they want entertainment to be amused not pleasure". The grin turn into a scoff merely thought of lost profits, his eyes clouding with disappointment.

"They ? Didn't you just said one guest ?" (Y/N) was confused.

"Oh—actually it's group of men from a wealthy company but in mist of that is the golden egg would be". Oh ! She sink the information so rather than entertainment, it's to secure a lucrative deal. The company was willing to do whatever it took to secure success. What a classic tactic.

"Okay, please state the time, date and all the needed details". He nod giving her the paper written all the instruction. "Well then I goona go". Waving gently she enter her dance hall.

Tomorrow at 8:30 pm with Chinese Silk dance theme.

"So, the man is Chinese ? Or have those liking ?" She thought so for better she would single out the Chinese girls just for their safety to not caught the eyes of animalistic men.

Night descended, darkness enveloped the world, like an inky shroud suffocating all in its grasp. Yet, the moon, now a silver crescent in the sky, cast an ethereal glow, as if to defy the all-consuming shadows. Stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, their gentle sparkle a beacon of hope.

(Y/N) stood transfixed, her gaze riveted on the clock's ticking hands, mere moments away from striking 8:30 pm. She inhaled deeply, the air filling her lungs like a promise of new beginnings. "Today has to be perfect" she whispered to herself, a fervent wish born of hope and determination.

In her mind's eye, she envisioned a evening unfolding with grace and harmony, each moment a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of time. No embarrassing missteps, no unwilling participants, just a gentle, pleasant tone that would soothe the souls. The clock's ticking grew louder, a countdown to a symphony of perfection, as (Y/N) steeled herself for the moments to come, her heart beating in rhythm with the night's dark beauty.

"Beauties. Everything has to be perfect and do not worry I am here to protect you okay ?" Once more she reassure the women standing in a row each one a vision of elegance and mystery. Golden jewels encircled their arms, a radiant contrast to their varied skin tones, like sunlight dancing across a canvas of diverse beauty. The traditional Chinese dresses, with their revealing midriffs and flowing slit sleeves, seemed to shimmer in the soft light, as if the very fabric was alive. Their face however remained hidden behind delicate veils, a whispered promise of secrets and allure. The veils, like silken whispers, caressed their skin, casting an air of enchantment and subtle mystery seemed to embody the essence of ancient Chinese beauty, where subtlety and restraint whispered tales of untold stories.

"Yes mam". Each one in unison spoke with confidence knowing their mentor for several years.

"Hey (Y/N) I needed—" A man holding few papers walked in the practice hall when he frozen in his root staring at (Y/N) who turn around giving his amber eyes the look of her dress mirroring the several women however he appeared to be mesmerized by her.

"Oh manager Somchai, is there anything I can help you with ?" Jewels trembled with each her step, unleashing a cascade of sparkling light, like tiny stars waltzing across her (S/C) skin.

"Oh—Ah—I-I-I-I forget". Few laughes escape from the women behind (Y/N) watching the bar manager make a fool out of himself.

"Hush ! It's unladylike". In swept the crowd held their laugh at their own manager's scold yet few roll their eyes knowing it was harmless. "Excuse them". (Y/N) apologies to Somchai who shake his head still unable to part his lips and hide the tip of blush on his ears.

"So, how can I help ?" She repeated holding her own smile, catching his flustered face.

"I-I— it's the list of drinks that the guests should buy for our profits". Quickly he shoved the paper on her hand surprising her and himself at the rough action. "I-I am sorry". Closing his eyes, his tense hands clap together in forgiveness along the rigid fingers intertwined, forming a tight knot, like a prayer offered to the heavens. The sudden, earnest movement was almost comical, yet endearing, making her giggle at the sweet, silly gesture. The contrast between his serious expression and the childish motion only added to the charm, rendering her helpless against the tide of amusement that swept over her.

"W-what happen ?" The way his innocent doe eyes stare at her never would anyone unaware of his profession could assume he works in an adult industry.

"Nothing. You are so endearing". And as she expected his entire face burst into flame creating a teasing ohh from the women who ship them together hard earn a harsh "Shut up". From their senior.

"Thank you". Finally without stuttering he smiled and part his lips to speak when the clock's loud tick reverberated through the air, signaling the precise moment of 8:30 pm.

"Oh—I am sorry I must go". Swiftly she offered apologies, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't be". He disagree, silently encouraging her at their eye contact making her smile wider. Without anymore utters she led the procession of women, their golden jewels glinting in the soft light. At the threshold, (Y/N) paused, her slender fingers fluttering as she donned her own veil at the last moment, the delicate fabric whispering against her skin.

"Everyone ready to go ?"

"Yes". They mutter lightly. (Y/N) take a deep, calming breath as she pushed open the door, and a warm, golden light enveloped them, like a gentle caress. The room was aglow with sensual ambiance, the soft glow of table lamps and floor lights casting a hypnotic spell. The guests, already seated on plush, velvety sofas, turned to regard the newcomers, their faces bathed in the warm, golden radiance. Beers chilled on an opulent, dark-wood table, adorned with delicate, crystal glasses, reflecting the soft light like tiny, shimmering mirrors.

Soft, melodic music whispered through the air, weaving a subtle spell of relaxation and indulgence, as (Y/N) and her companions glided into the room, their veils shimmering like moonlit mist, their long, flowing sleeves rustling softly, like leaves in an autumn breeze. The atmosphere was alive with anticipation, the scent of perfume and the promise of mystery hanging heavy in the air, like the whispered promise of a secret shared among friends.

"Thank you for your services. We shall begin". her voice dripped in honeyed sweetness greeted the awaiting men as her eyes swept across the room, scanning for the golden man the general manager spoken of and then, in an instant, her gaze landed on him—an aged man, with a stomach as round as a full moon, adorned in the finest, most lavish attire, from the glittering gold chain around his neck to the diamond-encrusted watch on his wrist.

Her eyes narrowed. "He must be the one". Sighing deeply she bowed gracefully with a subtle, enigmatic smile, her body begin dancing like unfolding a lotus flower, petals of movement swirling around her. The men's screams of delight and admiration crescendoed, their eyes aglow with hunger and desire, yet she remained an untouchable, ethereal vision. Her dance was a masterful symphony of seduction and grace, each step, each gesture, a testament to her skill and artistry.

As she danced, she wove in and out of the tables, pouring wine with a flourish, her hands moving in tandem with the other women, who mirrored her movements with precision. The liquid gold flowed like a river, filling the glasses, as she continued to enthrall her audience, her body swaying, twirling, and bending in impossible ways.

Regardless of the provocative nature of her dance, she maintained an air of detachment, her skin never once touching the eager hands that reached out to her. Her eyes, like a hawk's, scanned the room, ever vigilant, ensuring none of the men dared touch her or her junior companions. The other women, too, seemed to be under her protection, their eyes locked on hers, moving in perfect synchrony, a testament to their trust and loyalty. The men, entranced by the spectacle, remained at a safe distance, their longing and desire hanging in the air like a palpable mist, yet they knew better than to cross the unspoken boundary. She was a queen, a goddess, and they mere mortals, privileged to witness her glory and forbidden to touch.

Soon the music reached its crescendo, (Y/N)'s dance came to a smooth, graceful close, like a summer breeze gently caressing the skin. The room, electrified by her performance, exhaled a collective sigh of relief and admiration. Though some of the men, entranced by her beauty, had attempted to brush their hands against hers, they had respectfully refrained from any further advances, acknowledging the unspoken boundary. The VVVIP guest, too, had maintained his dignity, his eyes never leaving (Y/N)'s face, yet his hands remained clasped together, a indication to his self-control. With a satisfied smile, he raised his glass in a silent toast, and drank, savoring the moment.

As the final notes of the music faded away, (Y/N) and her companions bowed, their movements fluid and synchronized and they departed like a gentle whisper, a soft breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers, leaving the men to ponder the memory of their enchanting performance.

Free-spirited and unencumbered, (Y/N) and her companions walk outside the hallway, sharing laughter and whispers echoing down the corridor.

"Today was fun".

"How amazing".

"Thankfully they knew the rules to not mess even the VVVIP was respectful unlike some of the others".

"This is my first time performing Chinese dance ?"

"Really ? Well I am Chinese but never did I also danced so sensually".

"But (Y/N) was best".

"Of course she would be when she is our senior".

Their joys whispered to one another filling (Y/N)'s ears in relief nothing unfortunate occur to one of the women and god forbid— to her. Wiping the line of sweat from her forehead she walked to their resting room passing through the living hall where main events of dances held.

"HELP ! HELP—". A cry of help echoed the room following with a loud thud alike to a slap making all the women wince.

"What was that ?"

"Isn't it sound like a woman ?"

"Also a slap ?"

"I am scared".

A knot of unease twisted in (Y/N)'s stomach, like a pit of pooling darkness, as her mind conjured the worst assumptions. A envision of woman, desperate and trapped, crying out for help in a place where hope seemed lost. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and without hesitation.

"Girls ! Go !". She commanded her workers to retreat to their quarters, their faces etched with concern.

With a deep breath, (Y/N) steeled herself, her determination burning brighter than her fear. She barged into the lavish hall, the doors swinging open with a soft crash, like a declaration of war. The room, once filled with laughter and music, now seemed tainted, its opulence mocking her. Her eyes scanned the space, searching for the source of her unease, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.

Until her (H/C)'s eyes fell upon a scene that made her blood boil, a tableau of cruelty that seared itself into her mind. A man, his face twisted in a snarl, sat atop a woman, her body helpless and trembling, her clothes torn and disheveled. He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound, as he cursed with his words coated with venom while the woman's cries, like a wounded animal, filled the air with her sobs as the man rape her in front of others.

The room, once a haven of indulgence, transform into a den of depravity. Some men, seated on a large sofa, laughed and jeered, their faces flushed with excitement, while others watched with a mixture of fascination and disgust. A few, attempting to distance themselves from the scene, silently drank their plain disgust by the beers, their eyes averted, however their presence still complicit.

Red. (Y/N)'s vision was consumed by a sea of red, a crimson haze that fueled her fury. In an instant, she sprang into action, her movements swift and deadly, wordlessly she launched herself at the man, ripping him away from the woman with a strength born of rage. The sound of crashing furniture and shouting men filled the air as she hurled him aside, the group scattering in surprise.

Her eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for something to cover the woman's exposed form. But there was nothing —no cloth, no blanket, no shred of dignity left. So, with a swift motion, (Y/N) grasped the nearest ground mat, tearing it from the floor, and wrapped it around the woman's shivering body, shielding her from prying eyes.

That's when the same man lashed out, his hand closing around her forearm like a vice. (Y/N)'s jaw clenched in pain, her eyes flashing with anger, as she gazed straight into the man's raging eyes, their faces inches apart. "Why is he angry ? No—how dare he is angry ?" Complex emotions once more fueling her brain, hatred spite for the man so far her fingers itch to slit his throat and watch him bleed to death.

"No. No. No. No. (Y/N) you can't do it. Stay calm. Stay calm". Her inner rational self repeated after all the power held is by men not women.

"You fucking bitch ! What do you think you are ! Fucking cunt ? How dare you lay a hand on me ?" The man twisted (Y/N)'s arm only for her to stood firm, her eyes blazing with defiance. Pain was nothing new, and she refused to yield, her silence a challenge to his dominance.

Holding her trembling fist—not from fear rather from anger she calmly utter. "Dear customer, this section is cabaret not private room so please refrain from doing sexual activ—".

"Fuck you woman ! You all are slut what happens if I fuck one of you". Tension weighted heavy on his offensive words suffocating even her lungs by the audacity of this man. How dare ? How dare this man found the chest to spoke about them. This illiterate garbage.

"It seems you are illiterate because the meaning of cabaret is dancers in our complex. Pardon us for not explaining actually, we didn't knew an uneducated person would come to our threshold". Blazing her (E/C) eyes into the man, his grip tighten and she felt the heat of his body underneath the fat meat.

"What did you say you bitch—".

"Or are you perhaps deaf too ?" Her voice not a lace with sarcastism or mock. It's purely fill with rage. Rage of being helpless, useless and shame. Because no matter how this man violented the innocent woman and assulted (Y/N), the fact still stands—he is their customer.

Despicable. (Y/N)'s throat felt dry and cracked at the fact, as if the man's crushing grip had drained the last drop of moisture from her body. The pain was numbed by her revulsion and anger, emotions that seethed like a cauldron as she gazed up at his face, illuminated by the eerie purple and pink lights above. His features, once human, now seemed twisted and grotesque, a stark contrast to the inhumane actions that belied his civilized facade. Tears of rage swelled over her vision, casting a blurry veil over the scene, yet she continued to stare, transfixed by the horror of it all. A twisted sense of guilt slithered in, its dark tendrils wrapping around her heart, whispering cruel lies of blame and shame, as the colorful lights above seemed to mock her, casting an otherworldly glow on the nightmare unfolding below.

The door finally burst open again, this time however by the security guards. They finally trapped the man, even tearing his iron grip that left purple bruises—her eyes stare. This will heal, but what about the innocent woman ? The woman's who crimson blood flow out of her private part in front of so many eyes ? (Y/N) will have her untainted skin back without bruises but can the woman have her virginity back she oh so hard frought only to lose. Sorrows finally slide down mourning the unconsciously woman as she bend down, helping the cloth to prevent her nudity from exposing in process her eyes met a onyx eyes, a depthless pool of intensity that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken emotions burning with a fierce inner fire that she couldn't quite decipher regardless of the black spectacles that meant to conceal, only seemed to accentuate the piercing quality of his eyes. Quickly she avert the burning gaze. "He is no different than that man". Snarling her face, she walk not knowing his sight was set on her from the very moment she step inside.

She find herself sit outside the makeshift medical area, her eyes fixed on the curtain that shielded the woman's privacy. Beside her, the private female doctor, a specialist in treating victims of abuse, tended to the woman's wounds with gentle hands as the moonlight's pear through the window shimmering her unremoved outfit. Suddenly, the general manager burst into the room, his face etched with concern. However, he halted outside the curtain, respecting the woman's privacy. (Y/N) rose to meet him, her eyes questioning.

"What happen ?" she asked, her voice low.

The manager's eyes darted to the curtain, then back to (Y/N). "The security told me everything. Is she g-going to be okay ?"

"Yes but—". She paused, expression somber. "Her clit has tore, virginity is take away that's why it will cause her a lot of trauma". The manager nodded, his face set in a determined expression.

"So, she might not able to work right ?" Before (Y/N) could answer the female doctor pull the curtains closed.

"Yes, she isn't at the headspace to do. I am even afraid that it might also cause a trauma of men which is very much about this job". Discreetly (Y/N)'s fingers curl into fist holding the urge to suffer the perpetrater.

"Gosh ! Why did it had to happen in front of the VVVIP man". The man mutter a curse. "Our reputation and woman is lost face in front of him". A frown ink in between (Y/N)'s brows.

"What ? VVVIP ? But he was entertained and happy. We did our job perfectly". Pluzzed she elaborate. "Also sue the man not the innocent woman".

"I never want to sue the woman. It's not at all her fault rather I am angry at the man because that asshole is the one who last minute came here change the perfect schedule of attending your dance instead went to the living hall dance with completely different setting. A modern one".

"What ?" A grasp lip past her.

"Who was it ?"

"A man with black suit, black spectacles and his name is Wang Ji-Hyuk, he is a Korean man but his entire business is at China that's why we choose a chinese traditional theme also it was said by the asshole but he ruined it !" Fumes smoking out of his ears. "I am goona sue him". Bit his lips, he dial the number of the said VVVIP (Y/N) mistook.

"Wait ! So that man from before ?" (Y/N)'s mind reeled as a quick flashback assaulted her senses, transporting her back to the living hall mere seconds ago. She relived the moment when her gaze met the VVVIP's, the intensity of his stare still seared into her memory. But before she could even process her thoughts, the general manager's urgent grip on her arm yanked her back to reality.

"He's still outside, we should apologize," He whispered hastily, dragging her toward the door.

(Y/N)'s confusion deepened as she stumbled alongside him. Apologize? For what? She couldn't fathom what she had done wrong. The VVVIP's behavior had unsettled her of how a man so boredly sat and watched a woman get rape is truly inhumane, what apologize does she own to the VVVIP ? For protesting against the rape ? Protecting a innocent woman ? Or causing a scene unnecessary. Her thoughts swirled in a jumbled mix of emotions as she struggled to keep up with the general manager's rapid pace. Why were they apologizing? What part was her fault? None, she believes. Still the questions swirled in her mind like a vortex, leaving her bitter.

At the reception, they found the said man standing with his back to them, his imposing figure radiating an aura of authority. The soft hum of conversation and gentle clinking of foot filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside (Y/N).

Just as they approached, the head manager's voice cut through the calm, "Ah, sir, I see you're still here."

The VVVIP's back stiffened, and he slowly turned around, his movements deliberate and calculated and he faced them, his eyes locked onto (Y/N)'s once more, the intensity of his gaze making her heart skip a beat.

Time seemed to suspend as their eyes met, the air thickening with tension. The general manager's words of apology died on his lips, and the head manager's smile faltered, sensing the changed atmosphere. Pursing his lips, he nudge her hand allowing her to look away.

"W-we are sorry. Extremely sorry for the lack of professional and such unpleasant scenes to be caused". What ? What was her lips utter ? The way her mouth moved, forming words of apology, as if driven by a force beyond her control. Her voice was barely audible, a mere whisper, as she spoke the words she didn't mean to say. Her head bent down, weighed by the shame that wasn't hers to bear.

She felt like a puppet, her body no longer her own, but a mere marionette controlled by invisible strings. Her limbs moved, her lips spoke, but her mind was a distant observer, helpless to stop the charade.

The man's gaze still held her captive, his eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to strip her of her autonomy. She was a leaf blown by the wind, a feather tossed by the breeze, completely at the mercy of forces beyond her control.

"Yes, we are very sorry". The head manager bow respectfully making the VVVIP tilts his head.

His voice was laced with a jaded tone, as he asked "Are you ?" The words hung in the air, a lazy drawl that seemed to imply he already knew the answer.

"Yes we are—" His gaze shifted, those onyx eyes slicing through the manager like a knife.

"Not you". He said, not hiding the disdain as the manager's words were cut off, left dangling in the air like a severed thread.

His eyes narrowed, returned on (Y/N) solely. "Her" He said, the single word a cold, calculated stab.

A gulp pass through her throat fighting the conflict of emotions ranging all together among his gaze piercing through her like a challenge, a dare to deny the truth he already knew and the air vibrate with tension pressuring her to say something against her will even if it's the truth.

"Yes". No. "We are very sorry for the inconvenience". As soon as they passed her lips, a look of disappointment settled upon his face, like a shadow cast by a cloud. His onxy eyes, once piercing and intense, now seemed to regard her with a disinterest that was almost worse than his earlier disdain. He turned away, his movements economical and precise, as if he had already dismissed her from his thoughts.

The head manager's words, a futile attempt to salvage the situation, trailed after him like a forgotten echo. "Sir, please, let us—" However he didn't so care to offer the head manager a face going out leaving a exhausted (Y/N) from the long journey she endured today. Hopefully he never comes back is what she wishes.

A wish that is bluntly ignored by the gods or heavens above after the next day he shown his face once again like a calm before the storm.

"O my gosh ! He came again !" The manager appeared to be in elated mood. "Also he requested for you specially !"

"Alone for me ?" He nod excitedly as if he were to dance in front of the VVVIP. A tangled web of emotions evocated her like : revulsion, obligation, and fear wrestled for dominance as she was asked to dance alone for the same man whose behavior had disgusted her. Her mind recoiled at the thought, her heart heavy with the weight of conflicting emotions. The memory of his jaded gaze at the living hall scene made her skin crawl, her body trembling with the effort to suppress her true feelings. Uncertainty and powerlessness shrouded her, like a ship torn from its anchor, adrift in a stormy sea. "Understood". As common it was such unfortunate things for women to happen in this industry she learnt the past years to forget those memories as soon as possible.

"What is the theme ?" She asked.

"No theme". He answered. "Also he has bring a dress only for you to wear". He added causing a tension.

"What kind ?"

"You will see once you wear". Giggly he answered.

Soon the answer was present as her feet glided into the room, her (slender/plump/bony) figure draped in a flowing, silvery-white gown that cascaded down her body like a river of moonlight. The dress, crafted from the finest silk, hugged her curves with a soft, ethereal glow, its smooth texture catching the light with every subtle movement and the gown's neckline rose to her jaw, framing her heart-shaped face with delicate precision. Around her chest, layers of flowery, silvery-white fabric bloomed like a whispered secret, adding a touch of whimsy and romance to her overall allure.

While her shoulders were cushioned by puffed sleeves that fell to her forearms, leaving a tantalizing expanse of skin visible beneath. The sleeves themselves were a masterclass in subtle drama, with delicate folds and creases that added depth and visual interest to the overall design. As she moved, the gown's silken fabric rustled softly, releasing tiny whispers of sound that seemed to match the beating of her heart. The hem of the dress swept the floor with a gentle, lapping motion, like waves caressing the shore.

"How can I dance in this properly ?" (Y/N) asked noticing the man's eyes glossing over the material.

He ignore her question. "It must be expensive. Because you of course looked beautiful but now you look drop dead gorgeous". A strained smile came to her lips despite feeling the nagging rings on her stomach.

"Thank you". The old man waved his hand.

"Okay, now go ! Go fast". Pushing her back tenderly (Y/N) was faced to face into a private room with Ji-Hyun.

"Thank you for requesting me, Mr. Wang—".

"You look beautiful". His gazed at her, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than I imagined." His eyes devoured her, drinking in every inch of her being, as if attempting to memorize her contours. His gaze lingered, branding her image onto his soul, claiming her as his own. Time seemed to bend, stretching out the seconds as he feasted his eyes upon her like the world around him melting away.

"Thank you". Nervously she thanked. "So, Mr. Wang, what dance would you—".

"Sit".

"Huh ?" She felt her ears misheard. "I said sit". Perhaps not because her sight followed his palm patting the cushion beside him causing her heart sink.

"I cannot".

"Why ?" Almost like an genuinely question he asked.

"Because I am here to dance not to talk if you want to talk, you can go to the host section where women will talk—".

"I know," he drawled, his tone laced with ennui along his face unreadable. Yet, his next words dripped with intention: "But I want you." The phrase hung like a challenge, freighted with unspoken consequences.

She began asking, "What do you—". But he truncated her inquiry.

"Well, I'm not here to talk, rather to propose something only to you". The hidden meaning behind his words sent her heart racing, as multiple worst-case scenarios flashed through her mind like a chilling slideshow. "That's why sit down". She obeyed regardless of her mind commanding the opposite.

"Good". A smile curve finally. "So, I want you to be my girlfriend".

Silence. For few seconds the words pass her mind registering not to process rather how to defy without offending because he isn't the first person to offer such kind of want from her, many did and will in the future for sure.

"You mean, sir. You want to have sexual relationship with me ?" He must be, because no man in their right mind would offer a cabaret dancer to be their girlfriend for romance unless it involves the sexual favors. Right ?

"I do". She bit her bottom lips. "However I want full ownership of yours. Like partners do. I want to be your boyfriend not just a sexual client to satisfy my needs". Ji-Hyuk with straight face explained, his piercing eyes bore into hers.

"Ownership ?" She is at loss. Truly, because men offered their advances for her services she crearly doesn't work for—never confess their love.

"Yes. I crave a bond that goes beyond mere physical satisfaction. I want to own your heart, just as you own mine." The intensity of his emotions left her breathless, his words echoing in her mind like a promise of forever she didn't ask nor want. Uncomfortable flooded her body, confuse to know the right way to react to a VVVIP guest who suddenly profess his love for her when she met twice or more like met eyes twice.

"What if I reject ?" Her own voice whispered in the almost silent room if overlooking the light pleasant music from behind. Her fingers dug in the cloth that isn't belong to her to earn comfort.

"Why would you ? I have everything a woman needs in a partner so you shouldn't have to reject me". His nonchalant attitude was eerie to her and it gave her the answer she needed. She can't reject him. She shouldn't. Because the way his gaze pinned her, heavy with expectation. The dress, a luxurious trap over her body along his weight with unspoken threats with the air thickened seem to have clear his intention. He isn't here to hear no. Let alone from a woman like her who's expected to be impressed, to be grateful, and to accept thoughtless like a doll to buy and show off.

Still she choose to say. "I am sorry but I can't, sir. I am very very sorry". More than the consequences she fears her freedom stolen, controlled and tramped by a wealthy man she is yet to even know.

"Okay," Ji-Hyuk said, his voice flat and emotionless, like a door slamming shut. He turned and walked away, leaving the dancer alone in the private room, surrounded by the suffocating silence. The soft click of the door echoed through the space, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. His abrupt departure left her thoughts reeling, anxiety swirling like a maelstrom, as she struggled to decipher the true meaning behind his enigmatic answer.

Was it a genuine understanding, or a cleverly disguised manipulation? The uncertainty hung in the air, a heavy fog that refused to lift. Soon the head manager burst into the room, his face flushed with urgency, and demanded

"What's going on? Why did he leave so abruptly ?" His voice was laced with a mix of frustration and concern. However, (Y/N) was too engrossed in her own thoughts to acknowledge his presence similar to Ji-Hyuk, who sat in the backseat of his luxurious car, puffing on a cigarette, his eyes gazing into the distance. His mind with how first and hard he fallen in love, and the rejection that came with it. The smoke from his cigarette swirled around him dwelling him to how he fell.

Trash. He thought, the moment these Thailand business men invited him to a Adult Entertainment Complex, he already judged them and cancelled the deal in his mind. Because two types of men are pathetic, one if they are consumed by greed lost rationality and another drown in lust lost control by their lower part that's why he doesn't make deals with entertainment industry, with what tragedy did he accepted their proposal. Huh ? Merely thinking of the chaos he is about to witness create a mirgrane however he still decided to go, why ? Because he wanted some relaxment too however his meaning of relaxment wasn't watching a barely adult woman getting rape by one of the trash from the Thailand worker.

"I regret coming here". He thought drinking the bitter beer. Gosh, he should have ordered wine, beer never suited his taste nor his class what father told him and he was right. Dull the mood has transformed and he outstretched his hand to his private secretary when the door bust open by a woman, a beautiful one and clearly from this industry judging from her Chinese theme clothes marched with pure rage towards the trash.

Intrigue fill his interest, he partly expected the woman to be naïve and display her emotions however he was beyond delightful to find her compose yet fierce personality. The way her eyes twitch yet not a wince slip her lips when he twist her arm, the way her delicate jaw clench in anger and those (E/C)'s burn like flames and the light hues from above shone at her so beautifully, gorgeously, he wished right there and that moment to claim her as his especially given his initial disappointment with her timid apology before departed the complex.

But now, Ji-Hyuk's lips curled into a sly smirk, the cigarette dangling precariously from the corner of his mouth, as he savored the unexpected turn of events. "She rejected me". She isn't as timid as he thought who needed a little push to be claimed instead turn out to be a little firecracker, who knew exactly when to withhold her flames, leaving him intrigued and wanting more. Her rejection was a tantalizing challenge, a hint of a deeper intelligence and inner strength that he found irresistible. A smart woman, one who could match wits and defy expectations, was a far more captivating prize than a naive, submissive one.

"(Y/N)!" The manager's sharp voice cut through her intense focus, snapping her back to reality. She blinked, her gaze shifting from the task at hand to the manager's expectant face.

"Yes, manager? Why did you come?" she asked, her tone measured, but her mind still reeling from the sudden interruption. Lately the manager has been coming to her a lot from the moment that VVVIP's existence came—her throat constricted, memories of the previous day's conversation with Ji-Hyuk flooding her senses.

"What conversation did you had with him ?" Her (E/C)'s eyes stare at his unusual stress expression.

(Y/N) paused, her eyes avert from his.

"So, I want you to be my girlfriend".

"However I want full ownership of yours. Like partners do. I want to be your boyfriend not just a sexual client to satisfy my needs".

"Nothing special". Lies smoothly roll her tongue.

"Is it really nothing special ? Really ?" The manager asked, his voice raising enough for to flinch.

"Why ? Yes, nothing special". In low voice she said, as her palm reached out to placate the middle-aged man. Her hand made contact with his shoulder, a gentle touch that spoke of reassurance. While a quick smile to others who stare at the raised voice.

"Then explain why did not only that Thailand business company cut our services but also all of our Thailand business companies !" (Y/N)'s eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and dawning recognition swirling within them. The manager's words hung in the air like a challenge, forcing her to confront the unspoken questions she had brushed off earlier. Why were there fewer people than usual today ? And now, all of their Thailand business companies? No. It can't be. Why did he leave with such a short "okay" if he was going to take this step ?

"Look ! (Y/N), you are my long term employee, I have watched you from the start of your life in this grey world of lust and men so I know you wouldn't do something to hurt our complex, will you ? No right ?" Immediately she shake her head. "That's why tell me if you said some offense words, we can apologize to him and correct the mistake". Past his calm voice suggesting, (Y/N) could clearly see his trembling hands.

"How did you know it's him. It could be anybody more powerful". She questioned, not want to confront the reality just yet. How could she ? After she rejected him ? If indeed he is behind the work, the cabaret manager can't limit her imagine of how power he has in his palm.

"Because, today every single Thailand client called at the same time, canceling their services. Of course I forcefully asked one of them where he told me the truth that a powerful person ordered them". He revealed. "And Mr. Wang is one of the top business man who has hands all over the Thailand industry even if the companies don't work together, it's easy to pull strings of connection". (Y/N)'s gut twisted into knots, her stomach churning with a sense of foreboding. The weight of the manager's words settled upon her, making her feel like she was drowning in a sea of responsibility. The pressure was suffocating, each breath a struggle as she tried to process the magnitude of the situation.

With a sense of resignation, she nodded her head, agreeing to take the fall for the mistake. "I'll go apologize," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like a betrayal, a admission of guilt that she didn't fully understand.

"Then let's go ! We must hurry to seal the deal". Excitedly the manager without sparing a look at her, guide her to outside.

Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? WHY ? like a annoying ring on her head spin around making her unconsciously deep her crescent scars on her skin. Like a holding her inner demons to explode. How ? Why ? How can fate always make her the victim of pathetic humans ? Huh ? Why she ? Wasn't her inhumane father trying sell his own daughter for few dollars enough that fate somehow brought a man to toy her entire meticulous bulit like crumble down. Yes, Roman wasn't built in one day but it sure burned in one day.

A cruel reminder that even the strongest foundations can be razed by the whims of fate.

Clenching her jaw, her heavy feet step towards the destiny she very much fears at the same time loathes. That's when a hand hold her wrist spinning her around and her eyes wide seeing the man.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. Thank you very very very much for letting us in. The fault entirely lies on us that's why Miss. (L/N) came to apologize with me". Forcing his hand together he plead in front of the Ji-Hyuk who across him sat lounged on the massive sofa, his casual attire—a light blue shirt with white line strips and grey trousers —a stark contrast to the gravity of the tense situation. One leg crossed over the other, his back leaned against the plush cushions, exuding an air of relaxed superiority while his gaze was fixed intently on the woman beside the manager. (Y/N) herself sat rigidly, her posture a picture of tense contrition. Her head bowed, chin tucked in, and jaw clenched in a tight line. Fingers curled into fists, her hands rested on her lap, betraying the turmoil brewing beneath her subdued exterior. A portrait of contained anguish.

Reading the obvious implication of his attention over her. The manager nudged her arm to which she part her lip. "Mr. Wang, please forgive me if any of my words that I didn't knew held much power offend you personally that's why I am sorry". She bow slightly. "Hopefully you can look past my mistakes and still continue to be in our services".

Click ! The soft scratch of the sliver lighter to a fleeting spark, and the gentle whoosh of flame embracing tobacco. Ji-Hyuk's eyes never left (Y/N) as he raised the cigarette to his lips, the tip dancing with each inhale. He smoked with deliberate slowness, exhaling wispy tendrils of smoke that curled around his words. His gaze, calm and collected, held (Y/N) captive as he spoke, his voice low and even. "So, will you finally accept the proposal you rejected?"

The woman swears she doesn't need a glance to feel her higher up head swirl to her side with perplexed written.

"If I do, will you continue to be in our services and spread good words among other business ?" His eyebrows rise in intrigue and the message clearly send to cut the trouble and make it back to normal.

"This". A gleam of satisfy flicker in his eyes. This passion, fire was he expecting from the woman he desires and he wasn't disappointed.

"Yes. Will you be my girlfriend". He asks, a question from his side however a taunt to her after all, 'no' was never an answer.

"Yes". Finally a smile touch upon his lips along his eyes crinkled at the corners.

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚

After the chaos subsided and (Y/N), her boss drove out of the mansion by his personal driver, the air was electric with the buzzing of phones. The screens lit up with notifications, a flurry of activity that signaled the return of Thailand's services—and more. New companies, behemoths in their industries, had flocked to Ji-Hyuk's empire, eager to tap into his influence. The sheer scale of it all was suffocating. (Y/N) felt a wave of disgust wash over her as she realized the true extent of Ji-Hyuk's power. He had effortlessly manipulated the situation, bending the world to his whim. The thought made her skin crawl, her anger simmering just below the surface.

She was nothing but a tiny, insignificant doll in his vast playground, subject to his every caprice. He could trample her, walk all over her, and she was powerless to stop him. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow, her resentment growing with each passing moment. Snatching her wrist, she glance at the decorative lights of the cities with moon light donning from above and the next thing she knew she found herself standing in a cramped, dimly lit room, surrounded by the faint scent of perfume and smoke. She was dressed in a revealing theme outfit, her reflection staring back at her from a mirror-lined wall like usual ready to entertain the customer alongside her coworkers, equally dazzling in their attire, bustled around her, their chatter and laughter a cacophony in her ears.

Suddenly, the door slid open revealing Ji-Hyuk and the enigmatic owner of Muse and Seduction she never been lucky to catch glimpse of, stood before her. Mutters ring behind her, reeling her mind and she watched him come near her.

'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

"From now onwards you aren't allowed to dance ever again". And her entire world crumble down once again.

"Am I getting fired ?" She swears, (Y/N) swears to not sweep desperation and hurried in her voice however her eyes also betrayed her vulnerably in front of the same man her fate is controlled by.

"No. You are just only allowed to work for me". Ji-Hyuk replied nonchalant as if he didn't taking away her dancing too, the only source of her income and comfort of identity.

𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚

"Can I reject ?" She tries but she was aware of the defeat the moment his eyes racked over her figure and the owner of her complex cleared his throat.

Her answer doesn't matter. Never did and will. How unfair as her (E/C)'s in agonizing slow motion as her juniors slipped away, one by one, into the private rooms without her felt fresh twist of the knife hollow her inside.

Never again.

Suddenly the sanctuary, being to transform into a shrinking cage as its walls closing in with oppressive force, squeezing the last vestiges of hope from her lungs. Suddenly every tick of the clock was a countdown to her demise, suddenly the silence seems to be a uncomfortable noise she can't ignore and eyes of his heavy like a death warrant above.

Softly, she breathed: "Are you satisfied?" Her whisper hung in the air, a fragile question mark, as her gaze remained fixed on the empty space where the women had vanished, their absence a haunting echo.

A smirk lift his lip and with a sign of hand Ji-Hyuk command the owner to leave the couple alone to which he obeyed.

"Yes". Anticipation bumble within him as he stare at her waiting for the gaze to be returned.

She looked at him.

Chill. Straight chills ran through his body the way her numbed eyes bore into his, as if she could see right though his soul. Oh ! The taste of breaking a strong woman is like conquering a fire with bare hands. His fingers tremble to touch her.

So he did. Snake his hands around her waist and tighten the hug almost burying her into him.

𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏' 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌.

"How about we spend the night together. Alone, only you and me ?" The question mark lingered, a sly taunt, as if daring her to respond but she knew better. Only humans are worthy of consent or choice, not a pig, even the one who is about to be butchered. No one asks a pig if it wants to be slaughtered so does she that's why she nod lifting a smile.

The mini city lights twinkled like diamonds from the car window is once again a wonderful sight yet her inside remained heavy with a numbness that suffocated any spark of awe or happiness. Only pumping heart mechanically, a mere reflex before the slaughter.

𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

His tan slender palm, hold hers on her lap that she dared to glance at him finding his eyes already on her. He was about to speak when the driver announced.

"Sir, we have arrived". The master nod, merely going outside on his own before signaling her and her (E/C) eyes saw the familiar mansion like the previous time of her asking to apologize with her manager—not alone making her wonder if she not come, would her fate had been different ? Perhaps—for worse. She likes to delusion.

His palm finds her and almost drag her inside ignoring few numbers of servents bowing to them walked straight to the white stairs. Only noise of her racing heart and heels clicking echoed the eerie mansion until they arrived at his bedroom—she guess.

He released her hand, only to shed his professional armor, his fingers deftly untying his tie and unfastening his cuffs, the soft clinking of metal and rustle of silk. The cabaret steeled herself, bracing for the inevitable prepared to be used as a merchandise and discard at his whim.

As expected he closed in, his chin whispering against hers, their faces inches apart, the air thickened with anticipation. But just as their lips were about to meet, he detected the slightest hint of defiance—her hyoid bone tensed, a tiny rebellion, and her fist, clenched in a secret gesture of resistance. His onyx eyes, burning with intensity, snapped to hers, searching for surrender, but instead found a spark of refusal that turn him on so hard.

As their lips entwined, he was transported to a realm of pure bliss, his senses ignited by the sweet nectar of her mouth. He felt like a man blessed by the gods, granted the ultimate treasure to savor and devour. Every fiber of his being thrilled with ecstasy, his heart soaring on wings of delight, as he indulged in the tender flesh of her lips. The world around him melted away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of her, a divine elixir that left him drunk with pleasure. He was a king, and she was his conquest, his prize, his heavenly gift.

Unawarely he concerned her to the wall, cornered (Y/N) further than she was trapped. A nausea threat to pile over as she was clawed, touched, sucked into the unwanted torture. Tears swell her eyes, she wanted to bite his tongue and shove him away but against her want she continue to let the starved man indulged because the pig is layed, its flesh inspected, and now the blade poised about to slash its throat, mirroring the brutal violation of her own dignity.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

Greedy hands tore at her outfit, exposing her flesh alike the pig's carcass, his onyx eyes devouring the sight of her breasts. His palm fondled one, hunger burning in his gaze, as her fingers instinctively wrapped around his hand, her nails digging deep enough to draw blood, a primal reaction to his violation.

Her breath hitched.

His lustful eyes snap to her.

Oh no. No. No. No. What did she did. She wasn't suppose to protest. She shouldn't be. A mistake—apologize—right she should apologize but why no voice is uttering. Suddenly his gaze burn her bare flesh, shame her.

And to her surprise, he retreat his hand. A displease paint his expression. Not to her intrude as she is thinking rather Ji-Hyuk realize this fire isn't his yet. She still doesn't belong to him.

Body, yes. Mind, yes but heart ? No. A not astonishing information wash cold over him. No, this is not good. No, not at all. He wants her everything. From her body to her fire to her heart—too. He wants her every bit to feast or else she never belonged to him at all.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

That's why he shifted away. Marching to the bathroom leaving (Y/N) with a command. "You are staying the night".

That night, they lay in bed, a chasm of silence and space between them. He had freshened up, and she had too, separately, as if seeking solace in solitude. They faced away from each other, feigning sleep, but (Y/N) was wide awake, her senses heightened. She felt his gaze upon her, multiple times, as he quietly turned to watch her pretended slumber. His eyes lingered, a silent scrutiny, as if seeking answers in her stillness. The darkness was palpable, punctuated only by the soft rustle of sheets, as they both waited for the dawn, their minds racing with unspoken thoughts. The distance between them seemed to grow with each passing moment, a heavy, unbridgeable gap, as they lay there, lost in their own private worlds.

As the sun's golden rays peeked through the window, casting a warm glow on her side of the bed, she quietly sat up on the soft mattress she rarely gets to touch let alone sleep, her gaze drifting to his peaceful form. His sleeping face, relaxed and serene, is a sight to behold, his features softened without the stiff spectacles that usually framed his eyes. Yet, as she beheld his tranquil countenance, a morbid thought crept into her mind. "Would he look as peaceful, as serene, if he were to die with his eyes closed ?" The question lingered.

"This is the first time you are so eagerly sparing me a look," His sudden, raspy voice sliced through the silence, making her jump as she realized he was awake, his eyes now opened to meet her surprised one. "What ? Why so shock ? Can't a man wake up early ?" He chuckle, sitting up and she shifted away as much as possible. Ji-Hyuk notice it.

"Well, good morning ?" He greeted expected to be returned.

"Good morning". (Y/N) replied.

Then he silently rose from the bed and vanished into the bathroom, leaving (Y/N) alone in the quiet morning light.

A soft knock on the door preceded the entrance of a maid, who curtsied and presented (Y/N) with a neatly folded outfit. "It's the master's order," she whispered, her eyes cast down. (Y/N) nodded, accepting the clothes, and followed the maid to a separate bathroom she used yesterday to freshen up and she changed into the new outfit, her movements were quiet and obedient. After finishing, she made her way to the master bedroom, where he awaited.

The moment she stepped into the room, his face transformed, a warm smile spreading across his features, like a sunrise breaking through the clouds. It was a sight she noticed how frequently he is showning alike she recalled the gentle curve of his lips in the morning, and the soft smile he had worn the day before raising a question is he letting his guard down ? Good then.

"It really did suit you. Looks pretty." His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his voice was low and smooth.

"Thank you". Ji-Hyuk stood up, walked near her.

"What would you like to have in breakfast ?" She narrowed her eyes on his caring question.

"Anything". Meekly she answered.

"Even grass ?" He smirked at her clenched jaw action.

"What ? What was funny ?" She wanted to yell yet knew to keep her mask on of compose and said. "I am sorry. No. Rather I do not have much preference as you like sir, order it". Polite and low her voice sounded however to Ji-Hyuk, it sounded distant and cold.

"Well, what country are you from ?" (Y/N) is confuse at his sudden question session.

"(C/N)".

"Hmm..then order something from your home country". The dancer paused a second to realize why he asked about that and it twist something alike a knife inside her guts of how caring his thoughts might be, it's ironic to his actions and power use he done.

"Understood".

"Ji-Hyuk". He called his name. "Call me by my name".

"Understood—". His onyx eyes burn into her eyes as if waiting for his name to roll out of his name. "Ji-Hyuk". And the sound certainly lighten the mood of the VVVIP due to his wider smile like a boy got his desired candy.

Soon they entered the grand dining hall with they sat at opposite ends of a sprawling, polished table. The long, empty plates stretched out before them like a canvas of fine china, adorned with intricate silverware and crystal glasses. At the head of the table, the private butler from the previous day she seen stood poised, his eyes fixed on her with a silent expectation, his presence exuding an air of refined elegance and discretion.

The butler approached, his eyes inquiring, and asked, "May I take your order?"

She parted her lips to say when under his watch she said her favorite meal from her home country while he opted for the Grilled Salmon. As they waited for their food. (Y/N) felt his gaze without looking the entire until their meals arrived, they ate in awkward silence.

"So, why did you start working in this kind of place". He sliced into the salmon, his knife gliding smoothly as he watched the juice trickle across the white plate.

She paused a quick second to meet his gaze thinking whether she should be honest or lie and as if reading her mind he answered. "I will know about your background anyway". She smiled quitely at his sentence because then why ask her ? It feels like being interrogated by the police.

"To escape my abusive parents". Her eyes then slide to her own meal.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

"Oh, physically or mentally ?" She furrowed her brows, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked up, meeting his gaze and he simply smiled, seeming to revel in her reaction because he had intentionally asked the question to draw her in, to make her willingly meet his eyes. After all, he had never gone to such lengths for a lady like her— dining together, wasting time, and inquiring about her past, which he could easily access. But he knew that to truly captivate her heart, he needed to understand it first. And so, he watched her, his eyes sparkling with amusement and curiosity.

"Both". He nodded, putting a piece of salmon inside his mouth not averting his own gaze.

"Then why didn't you go to sex work ? It pays more than cabaret do".

"It's uncomforta—it's uncomfortable to be in pain. As a woman, I always have to be in pain at my first period, my first sex and probably for my first birth that I decided not to have the latter two for the sole sake of pain". His notions paused as slow, knowing smile spread across his lips sinking the realization of her touched and in this moment he knew he had chosen perfectly. "Unlike men". She added noting all his reactions.

"Sounds almost to me you want to become a man".

"No". She chuckle bitterly. She wants to crush men. Cutting her meal she missed the way his eyes glowed in astonishment.

𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

"S-She smiled ?" It's the first time she smiled willingly and it's beauty so captivating that his breath caught in his throat.

"Ji-Hyuk, could I ask which country are you from ?" Her question snap from his daze.

"You already have known it".

"Not from you". Ah ! This wit is what drives him crazy. The challenge is to his liking. Too liking.

"Korea but stayed at China my most childhood due to my father being Chinese and his business in here".

"Then your friends must have celebrated birthdays together". (Y/N) smiled in envy.

"Yes. Very happily". Ji-Hyuk answered. "When is your birthday ?"

"(M/D), yours ?" It created a smile at his lips knowing her interest awaken on him.

"Mine at August 31". She nod noting.

"I would like to celebrate my birthday with you". An order it is she understood from his tone.

"And what about your parents ?" She asked something quickly.

"Well, they are dead. Both died in their arms". Smiling Ji-Hyuk said. "What a love. I want that too". Glancing at her he tilts his head making her look down in uncomfortable.

After that he continued to engage her in conversation, asking about her interests and hobbies. However, she responded with brief, monosyllabic answers while also trying to slip some questions about him.

Finally the breakfast ended with her glancing at the lavish clock attached on the white wall. "Ji-Hyuk, then I should go ?"

"Where to ?" He straightforwardly asked.

"Home". Ji-Hyuk clench his jaw. "Can't this be your home ?" He was tempted to say but he didn't, too soon.

"Okay," (Y/N) breathed, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as she turned to leave. When Ji-Hyuk next words stopped her in her tracks. "But—" Her heart sank, her lungs tightening once more as she turned back to face him.

"Give me your phone," he said, his hand outstretched, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

Finding no excuse to refuse with a sense of detachment, her hand reached into her bag and handed over her phone. The VVVIP's fingers closed around it like a vice, his thumbs flying across the screen with a speed and accuracy that made her skin crawl and when he handed it back, (Y/N) felt a chill shiver her spine. Her GPS and location services were now enabled, her every move trackable.

Holding her phone tightly with a bright, empty smile, she waved goodbye, feeling like a puppet on strings as his personal driver escorted her to the car, and she was driven away from the mansion towards her own home.

The driver's silent gaze met hers in the rearview mirror as he pulled up to her apartment building, the unassuming structure a stark contrast to the opulent villa she'd just left. (Y/N) felt a mix of relief and anxiety as she gathered her belongings and stepped out onto the familiar sidewalk.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

With a nod, the driver waited until she disappeared into the building before pulling away, leaving (Y/N) to climb the stairs to her apartment with a sense of trepidation.

As soon as she locked the door behind her, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number. Somchai, the bar manager.

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𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

Three hours of silence. Three hours of utter disregard the woman he waste so much time isn't caring to pick his call nor seeing his messages making Ji-Hyuk anger seethed, simmering just below the surface as he glared at his phone, willing her to respond. But she didn't. She was ignoring him, dismissing his attempts to contact like he was nothing. The thought sent a venomous rage coursing through his veins. Who did she think she was, anyway ? Didn't she know he wouldn't be ignored ? He should have kept her locked away, hidden from the world, where she couldn't humiliate him like this. Now, he have no choice but to confront her by going to her home, hopefully she isn't with a man being a whore. Just the mere thoughts made his skin crawl, his mind racing with visions of her with another man. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let that happen.

The business man almost burst out of the car if his driver late to scramble open the door one second and Ju-Hyuk is at this point consumed in rage and jealousy. He reached floor and stood at her door, his hand slamming into the bell three times, the sound echoing through the hallway.

"Bitch ! If there is a man. I will fucking kill him". He swore and the no answer only fueled his anger, he began pounding on the door, his fists shaking with fury. "Open up!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "I know you're in there! You can't hide from me!"

And before he thought to break the weak wooden door, it swing open by (Y/N) herself who's surprise cross her expression finding his disheveled appearance, for the moment his heart skip a beat as his gaze lock into her beautiful (E/C) eyes and his anger falter until a glimpse of an unfamilar man behind her sat on the sofa, seems to be waiting for her.

𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 '𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔

"Bitch, fucking bitch". He mutter under his breath, staring at the man and snap ! As if the thread of holding his inner demon exploded and all his vision could see was red and his mind the urgue to kill the man alive.

He pushed (Y/N) aside, his hands shoving her away like a mere obstacle. She stumbled, her eyes wide in alarmed seeing him march into the room.

"What is he doing ?" (Y/N)'s confusion dissipated in an instant when the VVVIP's palm curled into a fist, poised to strike her co-worker. Her eyes widened in horror with her piercing screams earning Somchai's attention who now noticed his menacing stance is already too late. Ji-Hyuk fist flew, connecting with a sickening crunch that sent Somchai stumbling backward. The sound of the impact was like a crack of thunder, making (Y/N)'s heart skip a beat on contrast to his satisfaction.

"Stop it ! What are you doing ?" She scream and jumped before him to defense the only man who ever treated her like a human angering him more.

"Move". She shake her head.

"Please tell me why are you doing this ?"

"Because you are fucking having an affair". Flames coating his voice as he narrowed his eyes to her pluzzed gaze.

"What lead you to believe that ?"

"Well, this alone of him being in your room proves that and the reason of not answering my messages and phone calls". She openly for the first time scoff.

"First of all I had no idea of your messages and phone call because it was charging in another room and". She paused, looking at her side. "There are people with me". The table turns and Ji-Hyuk turn to the side with his eyes wide finding two women and another older man standing in horror holding few papers related to work. "They are all managers like me in Muse and Seduction".

His eyes dropped, falling to the floor as the weight of his mistake crushed him. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. His hands, still clenched into fists, now felt limp and useless, painted with the innocent manager's blood. "Fuck !"

The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the managers, who were still trying to process the scene that had just unfolded and Ji-Hyuk's mind is a jumble of emotions, his thoughts racing with the realization of what he had done. All his hard work, all the progress he had made in building trust with (Y/N), had been undone in an instant, all his hard work in drain and now start from square one again. What a fucking idiot. Never did he knew one day his emotions overshoadow his logic that he so thinks is pathetic at the same time a newfound realization set in. He can't anymore bear the loss of this woman. How beautiful yet tragic.

"It was my fault. I-I will pay the bills of his medica—".

"Sir, could you please step a bit ?"

"S-Sir ? Step a bit ? What do you mean ?" For the first time in front of (Y/N), he stutter his words, bewildered by the fact she is choosing a random man over him ? Why is she telling him to leave ? "You want me gone ?" His voice accusing and onyx eyes betrayed feeling the regret of letting the man alive.

"No, sir I meant to—".

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕

"What ?" Aggression evade his face and (Y/N) flinch in pain when Ji-Hyuk's grip on her forearm, his fingers digging deep into her skin "Fucking bitch, what ? Cat caught your tongue".

"Ji-Hyuk, I am simple asking you to move so I can grab my phone to call—". He scoff loud to cut her polite request.

"Now you are calling me by my name ? What a clever little mouse you are ?" He twist her arm a little, gleaming to find a hint of change expression.

"Aren't you a fucking whore ?" He twist some more and she clench her jaw brushing off the memories that comes with the pain, bitter memories of the past men repeating the action.

"Aww, is my whore daughter crying ?"

"What bitch ? Spread your leg, why can't you open your legs like a bitch in heat".

"What a little woman we have here ? Listen, woman are submissive, not wild cards".

"Fuck you woman ! You are all slut, what happens if I fuck one of you".

"So, (Y/N) fucking (L/N) talk, do you want to me to leave ?" Bottled anger and resentment simmered, a potent brew of fury and fear the more he speaks. The echoes of past men's condescending voices swirled around her, a cacophony of control and possession that threatened to consume her.

"Talk ! Can't you fucking talk ?" Each word, each phrase, was a drop of water, slowly drowning her, suffocating her.

"(Y/N), answer me !" Her lungs burning, her heart racing, as the weight of their collective entitlement crushed her. And then, something inside her snapped.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP". She exploded and he was silenced. "Yes I do indeed want you to be gone. So please for god's sake go away with your sad excuse of a man". She straight glare at him making him falter a little and without a word he left.

For few seconds she stood silently before Somchai's gently pat on her back bring her to reality.

"I am sorry for the scene". She asked forgiveness to her co-workers who shake their head, brushing off her apologize. "Also I am sorry, Somchai". She said to the man who watched and seen the entire thing and couldn't help feel pride swell his chest.

"Don't be". Shortly making eye-contact he smiled silently telling her it's not her place to apologize.

Gingerly, (Y/N) asked, "Should I call an ambulance or take you to the hospital ?"

His response was nonchalant "No need, it's not my first time." A hint of a reckless past lingered in his words, leaving (Y/N) wondering what kind of life he had led to become a bar manager in this Adult Entertainment Complex along the lines his teenage years, he claimed, were a blur of wild abandon and devoid of serious goals or direction.

The meeting had reached an impasse, with Somchai and the others swiftly exiting, leaving (Y/N) alone to ponder the consequences of her action, sitting on the sofa. She massaged her forehead, trying to ward off the looming headache and speak of the devil, her phone buzzed, a message from Ji-Hyuk, popping up on the screen.

"Make sure to come to my birthday tomorrow". (Y/N) was taken aback by Ji-Hyuk's calmness in the message as she brace herself for anger, resentment, or even threats only to get this ? Her initial unease grew more, scared of unpredictability. When another notification pop. "Or else you have to pay for today". A clear threat despite the indirect words still she felt a twisted sense of relief after all at least she knew he was indeed still mad and have a temper because another one of the lessons she had learned on this job is the unreadable ones were always the worst. It's never known when they would explode or what they were brewing inside the calm facade so, with Ji-Hyuk's overt threat, she could prepare herself, unlike the unpredictable ones who kept her on edge.

"What a headache". She hold her head on her hand and slumped on the sofa not having the strength to move.

Beautiful the color blue is and Y/N looked absolutely stunning in the silk light blue dress sent by Ji-Hyuk this morning. The delicate fabric hugged her body perfectly, and the soft hue complemented her skin tone exquisitely with her hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, with loose strands dancing in the gentle breeze as she stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the taxi to arrive she booked few seconds ago.

"What is going to happen ?" Worried cast upon her face imagining his treatment for talking back at him yesterday. She hated it. Hated being scared of little things, little mistakes makes her reminiscent back to the days of her parents where her mother unnerving, unforgiving eyes follow her around along her father's hating her guts for being merely a female. Her (E/C) eyes stare at the gift she held, a expensive watch—not with much thought she brought but it hurt her to spend her hard worked penny on to someone she doesn't care plus with her finance—the gift is too much for her. Hopefully he doesn't break it into pieces.

She was lost in her thoughts when a sleek, lavish car pulled up beside her, its black windows gleaming in the sunlight caught her attention. "It's his". Shs understood and confirmed more when the window rolled down, revealing the familiar face of the driver, who greeted her with a courteous smile. "Come inside, ma'am."

Wordless she obeyed feeling to step into a world of wealth and power, the scent, the softness, the space all makes the car so much more lavish to sit on, a mix of surprise and curiousity brew inside her soaking on the money she never dreamed to be inside and the door closed behind her with a gentle thud, snapping her out of the admiration.

Soon they pulled up to the grand estate, the driver opened the door, and she stepped out, her smile faltering for a moment as she gazed up at the imposing structure. The familiar mansion loomed before her, its beauty almost painful in its intensity. The sunlight danced across its facade, casting a warm glow that made it shine like a golden palace of the gods.

As she entered, her eyes observed in awe at the opulent interior. Crystal chandeliers refracted rainbow hues, and intricate frescoes adorned the ceilings. The air was alive with the sweet scent of exotic flowers, and the soft hum of classical music whispered through the halls. The decoration certainly more heavenly than before.

And at the heart of this splendor stood her master, his eyes locked onto hers, and she felt the familiar tug of the invisible leash on her neak holding on his hand.

𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

His hand outstretch and she smile like a pretty doll letting him hold it like a prince he is and they walked together towards the private ballroom where faint party noise could be heard and her (E/C)'s glance at him. "Happy birthday...". She tailed off. "Ji-Hyuk". Finally she added making him smile and caress.

"Thank you". He said caressing her hand by his thump. "You look beautiful in the dress I choose".

"Here's your gift". (Y/N) extended her hand, offering the gift bag. "It's not much, but I hope you like it." Ji-Hyuk's eyebrows shot up in amusement as he accepted the bag, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and he opened the packet, revealing a sleek watch with a black leather strap— a luxurious and expensive timepiece indeed, yet to Ji-Hyuk, it was surprisingly plain and almost...tacky.

"This ?" His gaze narrowed, his expression hidden the disdain staring at the color black seemed dull and unrefined to his eyes, a far cry from the sophisticated and elegant accessories he was accustomed to making him wonder about (Y/N)'s taste. Had she really thought this was something he would appreciate? Shouldn't she have at least asked him before bringing something so...pedestrian into his home?

The air was thick with unspoken questions as Ji-Hyuk's eyes met (Y/N)'s, his expression a mask of polite gratitude. "Thank you," though his voice neutral, still his eyes betraying a hint of disapproval. And (Y/N) notice it.

"Your welcome". She look away clenching her fist.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

"By the way you are staying the entire night with me". He commanded leaving no room for argument not like she has a tongue to argue. Once was a mistakes. Twice wouldn't be so she bit her tongue.

Then they stepped into the resplendent golden ballroom, the air was alive with the gentle clinking of champagne glasses and the soft hum of conversation. The room was abuzz with people from all walks of life, each with their own agenda, yet united in their anticipation. They mingled and chatted, forming tentative bonds, their eyes gleaming with a shared desire— to curry favor with the elusive Ji-Hyuk.

However beneath the polished smiles and courteous laughter, a different story unfolded. Each guest harbored a secret hope, a dream they dared not speak aloud. They were all waiting for the host, the enigmatic Ji-Hyuk, rumored to possess the power to make their deepest desires come true and once they spot him, a collective hush fell over the room. Ji-Hyuk's arrival was met with a subtle yet palpable shift in the atmosphere. The masks of civility slipped, revealing glimpses of avarice and longing. Eyes gleamed with an unspoken hunger, as if the very presence of Ji-Hyuk might unlock the doors to their wildest ambitions.

"Terrifying". She mutter under her breath, clearly feeling eyes burn her skin along his as the spotlight is on both of them together.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

As Ji-Hyuk's lips grazed her cheek, a shiver ran down her spine. His gentle whisper, "Let's go, sweetheart". sent a mix of emotions swirling within her. Their steps harmonized, drawing them closer to the crowd, and with each stride, her anxiety intensified. The air thickened, making her feel like she was being slowly suffocated, as if the walls of her lungs were closing in.

The crowd loomed before her, a sea of faces blurring together like a den of hyenas waiting to pounce. Ji-Hyuk's reassuring squeeze on her hand only added to the pressure, a reminder that even the gentlest touch from the most powerful predator could be overwhelming. The thought sent a tremor through her veins, as she felt like a vulnerable prey being led into the heart of danger.

"Welcome, Mr. Wang".

"Oh my friend, long time no see. Happy birthday".

"Happy birthday. Just didn't saw you for few years and you look more younger than before".

"Happy birthday. Mr. Wang, here meet my wife".

"Mr. Wang nice to meet you".

"Mr. Wang, you seem such a busybody ?"

"Mr. Wang, thanks to you the new wine business is going smoothly".

All their voices come mush to her yet when she glance he looks as unaffected rather he looks composed, calm and smiling and answering to each one of them.

"Oh ! Mr. Wang, who is this beautiful lady in your arms ?" This earned her attention holding her breath to hear. A escort ? A girlfriend ? A nobody ? Hopefully he choose one of these.

But her heart sank.

"My soon to be wife". Her eyes wide and breath hitched. Chest racing and almost as if feeling her eyes he slide to meet hers.

What ? Wife ? Wasn't the deal to be his girlfriend ? Why ? What changed ?

As if reading her mind he part his lips speaking wicked words. "And I am proposing to her right now. In front of her".

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

Her body froze, shock and fear rendering her immobile. She couldn't look away, couldn't speak, could only watch in horror the scenario unfolded. A waiter approached, bearing a dark blue box, which Ji-Hyuk opened with flourish as if it's hold a treasure in it, revealing a stunning ruby ring. Without a word, he slid the ring onto her finger, his eyes glinting with triumph.

The room erupted into applause and cheers, the noise almost deafening her. Ji-Hyuk's smirk grew, his lips curling into a cruel smile as he mouthed the words, "You are mine now, forever." Pleasuring from her tears sliding from her eyes the guests that the guests are oblivious to her distress, mistook her tears for joy, or simply chose to ignore them.

Tormented.

Hatred.

Anger.

Is all she felt. Those negative feelings spread thoughtout her body like a poison bit by the snake in front of her a man, who is smiling so wide, so happy she wish to crush it and watch him suffer, cry, beg. Anything but happiness.

"Excuse me. I need to use the restroom". Without hearing his reply she march toward to the escape, gripping her grown and dug her fingers on the innocent fabric she wish to tore it right there and then. While the business man observed her every single little moments and drowning in her torment after all it's her punishment. Her punishment for humiliating and shaming him yesterday in front of those pest. As much as he urged to rip her head off he also realize she was a wild cat without a leash so as a good master he brought a leash on his name and put the ring of forever to always remind the woman she belongs to him in eyes of law and all and she should be submissive. Ah, the pleasure of breaking her fire.

𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

With arrogance drunk his mind, he mindlessly exchange strings of words to the pathetic men he deems until he frown glancing at his watch to still not find (Y/N) at his side. "Where is she ?" Certainly not ran away because it's stupid and such action from her is honestly disappointing so hopefully she won't sad him. Right ? Right. Because excusing himself he went to their shared bedroom and about to go outside not finding her when his ears perk at the shower water and immediately a smile curve.

His eyes burned with anticipation, his mind consumed by the promise of forbidden pleasure. He shed his tie, his movements deliberate as he walked to find the door unexpectedly open. Sweet, such a two-faced woman. It's really a sign of inviting him isn't it ? And indeed it was beholding a sight that made his heart race because there she stood beneath the shower's gentle caress, her clothes plastered to her body, accentuating every skin, every contour. The water had transformed her outfit into a translucent second skin, making her irresistible. Ji-Hyuk's onyx eyes devoured the sight, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric clung to her, highlighting the softness of her skin that he noticed the subtle stiffening of her shoulders, a whisper of awareness that she was no longer alone. A sly, sensual smile spread across his face as he stepped closer, his movements silent as a predator's. With a gentle, yet possessive touch, he wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingers brushing against her skin.

The water continued to cascade down, creating a sultry melody that accompanied his whispered words "Such a siren you are". His breath caressed her ear, his lips grazing her skin, as he pulled her closer, his body aligning with hers, the heat between them palpable.

Finally she turned, her movements unfolded like a tantalizing dance, each moment a promise of surrender. Her expression remained serene, yet her half-lidded eyes alike to velvet curtains covering her beautiful (E/C) eyes with water continued its gentle caress, dripping down her face, tracing paths of desire and her pink lips, inviting and plump, seemed to whisper a silent invitation, begging to be kissed, to be claimed.

Sending a painful thorb in his pants and without second thought forgetting the party, the people awaiting and everything he descended, anticipating a tender kiss when her grip on his shoulder electrified his body with a sudden, searing pain. She slammed him against the wall, his head cracking against the hard surface, sending a jolt of shock and taken a back through his veins escaping a low groan from his lips yet she showed no mercy, her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back with a fierce cry. His vision blurred, the room spinning around him, as she smashed his head into the wall once more crashing his vision to be lost only seeing glimse of her hateful eyes.

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒘𝒆'𝐥𝐥 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘

As Ji-Hyuk's eyes fluttered open, a throbbing, sharp pain hit him like a sledgehammer, forcing his lids shut again. The harsh glare of the bathroom light bulb pierced through his brain, making him question his surroundings. Why was he in the bathroom ?

Gingerly, he sat up, and the pain struck again, making his head spin. Memories began to resurface, fragmented and hazy, like a dream. He recalled inviting (Y/N) to his birthday party, proposing to her in front of everyone...and then following her when she stormed off.

The memories came flooding back, and with them, the anger and humiliation widen his eyes. She had pushed him, violently, against the wall. The audacity! How troublesome women could be. She thought she could escape him? Ha! He would track her down, and when he did, he would be polite, coaxing her back with a gentle touch...or else she might flee again.

Ji-Hyuk stood up, shrugging off the stiffness in his shoulders and back. He dusted his already immaculate clothes, a habit born of precision and control. He walked outside to the bedroom, expecting to find her gone, "as I thought". A wry smile twisted his lips as he confirmed his suspicion.

Rolling his eyes, he headed downstairs to summon his butler, intending to order a thorough search of the mansion. After all, no one thought to look for a hiding person in their own home, do they? But before he could issue the command, the servant approached him with a knowing look.

"Master, I think I should inform you...she left last night," the female servant said, her voice neutral. "She took her luggage and instructed us not to disturb you."

Ji-Hyuk's laughter echoed through the hallway, a low, menacing sound. "Ah, how delightful. She thinks she can outsmart me ?" His eyes gleamed with amusement, impressed by her audacity.

𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐, 𝒘𝒆'𝐥𝐥 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘

Ji-Hyuk's expression turned glacial, his voice dripping with calm anger. "Find her right now. I want her in front of me within 24 hours." His demeanor had shifted from amused to menacing, leaving no room for failure.

��𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘)

His butler, usually unflappable, appeared before him with a panicked expression. "S-sir, I-I have something to report..." he stuttered, parting his lips to deliver the unthinkable words: "She's gone forever, sir."

Ji-Hyuk's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. What? How? What did he mean by gone forever" ? He demand an explanation when the door burst open, and a group of police officers entered, their presence a jarring surprise.

The sudden invasion of his private space, combined with the butler's ominous words, made Ji-Hyuk's head spin. He felt a growing annoyance, his control slipping. "What is the meaning of this ?" he demanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃 (𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘)

"Mr. Wang, you are under arrest for tax evasion, embezzling money from your shareholders and series of crime that are still under investigation". He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his mind reeling with the implications.

"What ?"

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 (𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐)

The butler's whisper jumbled words added to the chaos "All of the bank contracts, shareholder agreements and those important evidence are missing...and I've got a message from the bank that all of our money is gone, finished." Ji-Hyuk's gaze snapped to the butler, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and shock. "Someone took today early morning verifying it's you, sir".

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ?

The butler's voice cut through the chaos, "And I believe it's—" but Ji-Hyuk finished the sentence himself, his voice dripping with venom, "(Y/N)'s work, right ?" The setvant's nod was like a confirmation of the most unpredictable he never imagined.

"And the shareholders are very anger along other companies who's contracts are missing".

𝒐𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏', 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏', 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝐫𝐞 𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆

Ji-Hyuk's laughter echoed through the room, a cold, mirthless sound. "Ha! She was playing the bigger game, huh? I underestimated her...this time." He felt a wave of fury wash over him, realizing he was not only facing arrest but also financial ruin, all because of the woman.

Ji-Hyuk's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity as he muttered, "Oh, such a fierce woman cost me my ruin." The police officer's words droned on, a familiar litany of rights and warnings, but Ji-Hyuk's mind was elsewhere. How classic, he deem men pathetic who lost control by their lower part and here he is the same.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you and you have the right to an attorney..." The irony wasn't lost on him —he couldn't afford food let alone a lawyer now. The thought sent a fresh wave of complex emotions coursing through his veins.

His mind was else where though while the police's the cold metal of the handcuffs and the police officer's firm grip on his arm. Still Ji-Hyuk's smile never wavered, even as he was led away in disgrace, wondering where (Y/N), who he was ruined by is.

The sky above seemed to stretch out in endless splendor. The white clouds, fluffy and soft like cotton candy, gathered around the plane, casting a serene shadow over the landscape below. The sprawling cities, once bustling and overwhelming, now appeared tiny and insignificant, a testament to the power of perspective.

She couldn't help but gasp in wonder, her eyes fixed on the breathtaking view. She had never been on a plane before, let alone in first class, and the experience was almost surreal. The gentle hum of the engines, the soft glow of the cabin lights, and the attentive service of the flight attendants all combined to create an atmosphere of luxury and tranquility.

Somchai's voice cut through the hum of the plane's engines, his words dripping with genuine interest. "So, how are you liking it?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers, as if she was the only view worth beholding.

(Y/N) met his gaze, a laughter-filled smile spreading across her face. "Amazing," she replied, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I've often seen how it looks from phone and TV, but never in real life...due to financial problems." She shared her truth without hesitation, her words unfiltered and raw.

Somchai's expression remained soft, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, leaning on the seat besides her. "Well, now you won't have to," he said, his voice low and reassuring. The words hung in the air, a reminder of their shared secret— the plan to steal Ji-Hyuk's money, the plan that had brought them together.

Clenching her jaw, her heavy feet step towards the destiny she very much fears at the same time loathes. That's when a hand hold her wrist spinning her around and her eyes wide seeing the man.

"Somchai ?" The least person she expected to see stood in front of her.

"Boss, can I...for few seconds talk to her ?" He pleaded the general manager who looked skeptical however she didn't wanted because the only bit of dignity of her should be remain at her work place.

"No, Somchai. Please let me go". She tug her hand for him to lose yet not go.

"I am sorry, (Y/N) for holding you wrist against your will. But please, please talk to me". The way his eyes begging and brows frows together she nod getting the boss's permission too "Thank you. Thank you". Then only he let go before apologizing to hold her wrist.

After they went to another room.

She asked. "What is it ?"

"You are not really going to apologize right ? After all working in this industry I know this much first it's not your fault". Her eyes flick clenching her heart at the reality how by little humanity from a man seem like a blessing when it's nothing. "And second your life will forever be trapped once you she step foot into his mansion because he wants you".

"I know". Without emotions she lowered her gaze.

"And you are okay risking it all ?"

"Woman never have choice". Bitterly she said and he realize.

"Then how about create a choice ?" Her eyes confuse.

"What do you mean by that ?"

"The entire reason you are force to do this becsuse you lack financially and even if you did not lack it the man is powerful enough to strip you down until you are nothing so why not steal the reasons of your imprisonment ?"

"What ? How ?" She breathed looking at him as if he had horns in his head. However he smirked telling his plan of her pretending to be with him when in reality she is going to find Ji-Hyuk's all documents and papers of bank to steal his money and fly somewhere he can't find her in case he wants revenge or simply her.

"It's risky". (Y/N) shake her head. "And crazy". She added.

"Well it's better than doing nothing also I want to see you smile and free like you deserve". He smiles. "Like all women deserve.

As soon as she locked the door behind her, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number. Somchai, the bar manager.

"Come to my place immediately ! I have gps tracker on my phone and I am sure people will tail me if I go out so come to my place". After that he went to her apartment where she showed him all the detail bank records she took when he was asleep.

"But there is something else too". (Y/N)'s words earned his attention and his eyes wide seeing even the shareholders and business companies contracts and corruption. "And I think we should leak the corruption and take the shareholders and other companies's money to frame him of stealing money also leaking their private information". Making them plan not only running away but also ruining him for once and all before running away that's why at the proposing day she knocked him out to escape.

"Thank you, Somchai, without you I do not what I could have done".

"It's alright". He simply shrug.

"Well, I am going to my home country where my father earlier transferred from to thailand but—". She side eyed him. "Why are you coming with me ?" And he put a hand on his chest, acting as if he is in pain.

"Ouch ! You wound me. I thought you would be happy".

"I am but..." She tailed off laughing. "You seem to be a romeo helping his Juliet after all. O my gosh ! What am I saying, I do not like that story at all". A disgust expression cast her face.

"Ah ! Why not ? It's such a tragic love story". The bar manager argued.

"Right, love story more like a impulsive infatuation". She roll her eyes.

Somchai chuckled humbly "Also, indeed, I am not a Romeo." He confessed with a sheepish grin, acknowledging his unromantic past. After graduation, Somchai was a free spirit, splurging money with his friends, and living life on his own terms. His days blurred together in a haze of adventure and recklessness until one day he saw a girl, a beautiful girl he swear took his breath and her name is (Y/N) (L/N) and her profession, rather than shocking him, filled him with admiration for her fearlessness and dedication. Unlike his past self, who had been coasting through life on his father's wealth, (Y/N) worked tirelessly, unapologetic inspired him to stop relying on his family's influence, left bad influence and joined the very same complex to protect his secret crush blossomed into love from alongside even if she isn't his, Somchai is proud of her independence as long as he can stay beside her.

"Good because I can't see you becoming one".

"Really ?" Amused he laughed.

"Really". She sweetly said. "Somchai". At her smile his heart swelled with joy, knowing that he was the cause of her happiness making him bliss to simply be near her, to bask in the warmth of her presence, and to watch her shine.

"You really know how to make a person—".

"What ?" (Y/N) cut him off excited.

Laughing he finished "Enslave".

FIN

⌜ This story is inspired and I thought to turn the lines of song ❛ make you mine by public ❜ into my dark thriller. It was fun and hopefully you like it ⌟

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[ "Midnight Dance" ]

Lucifer x Stripper!AFAB!Reader

Summary: You were a new hired stripper in a high-end exclusive strip club and you got lucky to land on a new, handsome and affluent patron. You were assigned to give him a private lap dance that went too far...

Tags: 18+, smut, one shot, lap dance, humping, vaginal fingering, creampie, biting, explicit, pwp, porn with a little bit of feeling

Word Count: 6.3K words

A/N: Oops, I went kind of inactive for a while. I got lazy.

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A seductive expression plays in your face, you are currently giving a lap dance to Lucifer, your new customer. He was a very attractive man, looking rich and confident. You cannot help but perform at your best. You sway your hips slowly as you tug your own lace lingerie.

Lucifer sits and enjoys the lap dance from the exotic dancer. He is enjoying your moves. He is impressed. The music is playing in the background while he observes you. He sees that you are giving a great show. He is in awe, not just because of the performance, but because you are indeed beautiful, despite your profession. He takes a moment to take his glasses off and look at you more closely. He is mesmerized.

Lucifer starts playing with your hair, enjoying your body and the way it sways. He is in euphoria. He is losing himself at the moment. He is having trouble breathing because it's too much for him to take in. This is the first time in years that he has felt this way. He doesn't want to ruin the intimacy and the mood of the moment. He continues to watch with his eyes wide open in astonishment and pleasure.

You hover above Lucifer's lap, teasing and caressing his body with your nimble hands. One moment your hips sways in circles and your warm core had touched Lucifer's lap, eliciting a pleasurable friction. You smile sweetly and winks at him. You continue to graze your core on his lap and try to hover up higher again.

It has only been a week since you started this profession because you needed the money for yourself and your passions. And much to your luck, you are already serving a man like Lucifer.

Lucifer's eyes are closed and his lips are parted. His breathing is faster, his heart is pounding, and his body is shaking a little bit. He's trying to keep it together, but he's having difficulty. All the pleasure that's being offered to him is too much. He can't resist it, this is everything he has wanted to feel for so many years. He opens his eyes, they are full of lust and desire. He reaches out and holds your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him.

With the lithe movements of your hands, you gently tug Lucifer's hands off of your hips. Customers are allowed to enjoy the lap dance but should never touch the dancers, as per the club’s policy. You bat your eyelash at him, hoping he would understand. Just then, you continue to give him a lap dance as the music plays.

Without breaking eye contact, you look at him seductively and turn around. You sways your hips a bit as you caress your own butt. You flash your butt for long while you graze your fingers on the seams of your thongs, giving Lucifer a sneak peek of your plump pussy.

Lucifer is absolutely infatuated by you, your body, your moves, your sensuality and your beauty. He follows every move you make with his stare, his lips are still slightly apart and his breathing is a bit heavy. His blood is boiling as it rushes throughout his veins.

When you turn around and flash your butt at him, he feels overwhelmed with lust. He is speechless and can barely move. He is frozen. His eyes are stuck on your inviting pussy, taking it all in. He lets out a gasp as he witnesses such beauty and he feels his teeth nip on his own lips.

This is probably your best performance after a week of joining the club. You don't know what the reason is, but you feel the necessity to perform better for this man specifically. You are definitely enjoying this night too much. You only had performed once privately before, during your second night, because of the demand for other girls that worked for a long time here. You are new so you get the newer patrons. And much to your luck, you landed on a great patron already.

You continue to tug the seams of your thongs as you slightly bend forward, the plump lips of your cunt flashes only an arm's length away from Lucifer. You chuckle softly, your hand stops tugging your lace thongs and proceeds to sensually knead your own butt in circles.

Lucifer is absolutely lost in the moment and can barely string words together. He is speechless, completely mesmerized by every move you are making. His breath is becoming heavier and his thoughts are cloudy. His body is shaking and he is having the strongest urge to touch your body and kiss you. Lucifer takes in your beauty in awe as your cunt keeps on calling for him—almost touching him—the lust in his eyes gets more intense. The pressure is getting to him. He is almost losing control. Lucifer pulls you closer. He can't handle it anymore.

Your lips curl into a bewitching smile as you let him pull you close. Despite the no touch policy, you feel excitement and arousal as your desire won you over your feeble rationale. The women in the club are not entirely following this policy especially if their patrons are gentle and have been respectful enough to them. Well, the patrons have been tested by the club before accepting them to take care of the women's health as well–another one of the reasons you wanted to leap over the lines of the club’s regulations.

And so you did it, you sat back once more on his lap with your back facing him. You did not say anything, in fact, you are rather proud of yourself that a man like Lucifer will fold halfway through your performance.

Lucifer can't contain himself. It's been a long time since he felt this kind of pleasure. He grips tighter on your hips, wanting to hold you closer. He needs more. He wants you. This was supposed to be a simple lap dance, and yet Lucifer is on the brink of giving into his desires and passions. He is already succumbing. He can barely think straight, his mind is foggy and his thoughts are all about you.

Lucifer licks his tongue and starts to kiss your neck. The sheer sensation of your neck against his lips flesh is making him go mad.

Your eyes flutter shut in delight. This man better be paying more than the cost—or at least take you home. Not that you are only after the money, though. Considering how attractive this patron is, you have let yourself loose and enjoy the feeling and the experience.

“Just... no kissing on the lips,” you mutter under your breath, trying to ‘preserve’ your image of professionalism in front of Lucifer.

It is the most strict policy of the club and you want to make sure this gentleman respects it. You start to sway your hips again on his lap, feeling something hard and quite big, poking your butt. A cheeky grin was plastered on your features, your back still facing him, and the sway of your hips turned into slow yet firm grinds. You hissed at the pleasure of friction from Lucifer's thighs hitting your cunt.

Lucifer feels the friction between your bodies, leaving his blood boiling even more and the soles of his feet prickling from emanated pleasure as your butt keeps on hitting the unmistakable bulge of arousal inside his trousers. He's puffing air through the gap of his lips, wanting to hold back, wanting to be respectful like he normally is, but... he needs you, and his rationality dwindles in every sway of your hips.

He's beyond the point of self-control. Lucifer pulls you tighter and kisses your neck some more, in a more demanding manner. He wants more of your lush cunt, more of you. His mind is in a vortex and his desire and passion surging inside him.

Lucifer stops kissing your neck. He had finally let his body be dictated by his lust. His hand slips and he grabs your head to the side, his fingers weaving your hair. He pulls you a little more–making your faces inch closer from each other and your bodies still tangling together.

His gaze settled on your face and your eyes closed in pleasure. You look so beautiful to him. A wave of lust brewed inside Lucifer. He wants you so badly and he wants you now. He wants to taste your cunt and claim it as his own for as long as he desires.

You cannot take it anymore, the heat is too much and this damned attractive man makes it even harder to be rational at the moment. In a swift motion of your body, you turn around and sit on his lap back again, facing him this time.

Lucifer's eyes widen as he looks at your face while you sit on his lap once again. You are absolutely beautiful. Your full lips, your hair, you are so breathtaking and your curves are absolutely divine. You are the very epitome of sexy, irresistible and perfect in his eyes. Lucifer cannot tear his gaze away from you as if he has been bedazzled by your beauty.

The warmth of his breath slaps your skin, he is trying harder than ever to hold back. Your close proximity to him is making him go wild, he is almost at his breaking point.

You both are not saying anything as you sit still on his lap. Your hands rest on Lucifer's upper body, sliding a hand up and down on his toned chest. You smile sweetly at him yet your eyes are lustful as you look him in the eyes. Lucifer's lips are so kissable, his face is so handsome, he is perfect and you could no longer think about the club's policy. The thought of taking things further with this patron is exhilarating and could only bite your lower lip to ground yourself.

Lucifer’s lips stings as he stares at your lips. They are so beautiful to him. He wants you so badly. He wants you. He wants to make love to you.

Little did Lucifer know, you are holding back from kissing him right then and there. You want him too and maybe as strong as Lucifer's desire for you. You shut your eyes to put yourself in check but failed miserably as your hips moved and grinded on him instinctively. You're doomed, in a good way. It is worth it since it feels so good. You're not thinking about anything else other than this patron between your legs.

“I guess it's not too bad if we do a little rule breaking…” you say after opening your eyes. You wink at him as you hump on his lap. Without a second thought, you lean in and pressed your lips against Lucifer’s passionately.

Lucifer can barely think when you kiss him. His mind is foggy and he is losing control. He found himself kissing you back with the same hunger and passion. He holds you tightly with his strong arms, his hands snakes around your waist and grasping the flesh of your thighs. He picks you up and puts you back on his lap, with your back facing him once again.

Lucifer continues to kiss you, but his actions become passionate and aggressive. He holds you tq1111ightly and whispers in your ear.

“I want you. I want to taste you. I'm taking you, and I will not be denied.”

You let him manhandle you for a bit, your eyes are shut as you bite your lips from the pleasure you feel around your body. When you settle back again on his lap, you spread your legs on either side of his thighs and grab Lucifer's toned forearms as you lean your back against him.

“Mmm... I like this position.” You cannot help but moan quietly, your voice mixes with the faint music in the background. You tilt your neck to the side, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

Lucifer smiles and kisses your neck again. He touches your hair, your skin, all so soft and smooth. He moves you back a little, so you are slightly lying on him. His hands digging the flesh of your hips, his finger sliding on your lace thong, which he eventually takes off.

Lucifer continues to kiss your neck, he can't get enough. He is trying to hold back a little bit, trying to maintain his self-control, but he is getting lost in the moment and the pleasure. His mouth trails kisses on your shoulders and neck.

Your lips curled in a wide grin, you are now exposed with your cunt on display for someone if ever they come into this small room. You lie on top of him, your back pressing against his body, as you both sit on the couch provided by the club for the patrons.

“Let's keep this a secret... I want you to touch me more.”

The sensation of Lucifer's lips and tongue on your skin makes your lips quiver in delight. You are gasping and moaning quietly, your eyes are still shut—relishing this moment of passion and lust with your patron.

Lucifer slides his hand up your thighs, you are so soft and smooth, it is almost overwhelming for him. With the firm grasp of his hands, he pulls you against him and his hand touches your soaking cunt. The moment Lucifer's fingers caress your folds, a tiny scream of pleasure is caught in your throat. As if your body has a mind of its own, your back arch and your hand grabs Lucifer's wrist and glides upwards his forearm. His slow sensual movements in your cunt drives you to the ledge of madness.

His deft fingers rubbed gently and slowly along your folds, spreading them and rubbing them in circular motion. He can see your excitement, feel your breath, hear your sounds, your body next to his, your beautiful face and he can see your lips quiver..

“Ahh... Ahh... it feels so good,” Your moans become louder and small whimpers occasionally join your cries of pleasure. Your hips buck against his hand while you lean all your weight on Lucifer's body. When your legs instinctively press together, the grip of Lucifer's other hand on your thighs goes tighter—keeping your thighs open wide.

His warm breath wafts against your neck and shoulder and his lips and tongue on the smooth skin of your neck are sending you way above the cloud nine. Lucifer keeps on caressing your now weeping cunt slowly—teasing you, enjoying you, making sure he gives you as much pleasure as you give him. He wants to claim you. You're his, and no one else's.

You moan loudly and your entire body shudders as Lucifer's hand moves and touches you in just the right places. Your breath is becoming heavier as your eyes flicker as your senses are being overwhelmed. You can barely think, all you feel is Lucifer's touch. You can feel the heat between the two of you, the desire, the mutual passion and attraction.

You open your eyes and turn to look at Lucifer, “I'm losing control. What... What are you doing to me?”

His grip on your body tightens and his touch gets a little more aggressive as you ask, "What is he doing to you?" Lucifer's face went closer to yours, his warm and heavy breath caressed your neck and cheek, holding back a wave of pleasure. His hands move a little faster, harder, more passionately than was before.

Lucifer kept on rubbing along your pussy, with two of his fingers reaching the depths of your flesh. The amorous sound of his fingers in your cunt creates a more pleasing melody along with your moans and the faint music in the background. There was glint in his eyes as it continued to burn embers and his face twisted in ecstasy.

“I am claiming what is mine, what belongs to me. I want you, only you. This is what I have wanted for so long... and there is something I want to make clear.”

He moves his mouth to your shoulder and whispers softly.

“You are mine, now and forevermore. Forever my lover, my plaything, mine.” Lucifer's voice is heavy and husky, and a little more demanding. The only response to his words are your moans and the instinctive jolts of your legs.

Lucifer smiles at the sound of your voice, so filled with pleasure and screaming for his touch. He lifts you off his lap and pushes you down onto the couch and lays atop your body. He pushes the hair away from your eyes, revealing your beautiful and softer features, as you both stare into each other's eyes.

“I am claiming you. Your body, your soul. You belong to me and to no one else. You are mine.”

You feel a flood of emotions wash over you; a mix of shock, arousal and intense pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, you cannot contain yourself any longer; every bit of your will has flown outside the window. You are helpless and at Lucifer's mercy—and you love it.

Lucifer's eyes blaze with raw desire, “I can't help it. You are so beautiful and wonderful.” Lucifer whispers.

He wants to claim you completely, to take your body and soul, for his own. Your gasps and sounds of pleasure are music to his ears and he can't get enough of you. It is impossible to hold back now. He has to have you.

You look up at Lucifer with your dazed expression and your eyes are half-lidded. You can feel him on your body, his eyes boring into yours, and your chest rises and falls as your lungs demand for more air. All you can feel is the burning desire between you and Lucifer, your breaths mingling together. You can see the raw desire in his eyes as you gaze back at Lucifer, and this makes you weak down to your toes.

“Yes, please. Claim me. I’m yours... only yours,” you quaver along with a moan. Your body and soul are in perpetual shudder.

Lucifer chuckles at your response. Your words make his chest tighten and his breath grow a touch shallow. For a moment, he forgets about everything except you. It's just you and him. You are both alone in this room of passion. Lucifer's hands move along your body, squeezing your breasts, and gently, he pulls the lace of your bra and throws it to the side.

“Your body is so beautiful.” Lucifer whispers, his voice brims with lust. His touch is making you dizzy and delirious, yet you can't get enough.

Lucifer grins and his lips meet yours once again deeply and passionately. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer that your chests pressed together. He trails wet kisses on your neck, face, lips and jaw; making you moan and whimper from the surging pleasure throughout your body.

Lucifer continues to claim you, his body rubbing and squeezing against yours. You are his and his alone. You are his pleasure and his joy. His hands are all over your body, running down the length of you, tracing your silhouette and teasing your sensitive spots.

You are overwhelmed with desire. Your mind is foggy and you are grasping the end of the rope of your self-control. Your stomach sinks and rises erratically every time you gasp for air. Your hand weaves through Lucifer's hair while you pull on his tie.

“Please... don't stop. I need this... more... more.”

Your hips buck against him and your body pressed against his, your breasts pushing against him. Your soft skin, smooth body, and hot touch feels absolutely incredible to Lucifer. Your mouth is on his neck, your tongue licking and teeth biting at his skin, sending shivers all through Lucifer.

“More, give me more. I need you inside me.” Your words come in whispers as your voice catches in your throat.

You wrap your legs around Lucifer's waist, pulling him closer to you. Out of desperation, your hips buck and thrust against his; your hand grabs on to his shoulder and rubs his chest frantically through his shirt. You grip onto Lucifer like he is the only anchor lest yourself be swept further to madness.

Lucifer’s lips curl into a mischievous grin and he kisses your throat and your face. The embers in his eyes were set into flames.

“You want me inside you, do you?” Lucifer whispers as his hands move down your body, his fingers digging into your breasts. He pulls away and removes his clothing swiftly and your eyes are shamelessly fixed at his impressive cock.

“I want you so much, but... I want to give you more.”

He leans down and kisses you again. This is not a regular kiss; it's full of passion and intense emotions. Your lips and bodies are pressed together, and your hearts pounding. He is taking his time with you, not rushing nor forcing you. He wants to make the most out of the experience and give you as much pleasure as possible.

Lucifer moves his leg over your stomach and between your legs, pressing against you with his body. He kisses your neck softly as he moves his face to kiss your lips. You feel that he's pushing hard against you, pressing himself into your body. Lucifer wants you even more than you want him.

Lucifer is driving you wild with his touching, his kissing, his biting, his licking, his hot breath, his presence. The feeling of your smooth skin under his fingers, the way you press yourself against him, the way you pull him closer, and the way you cling to him makes his heart pound and his mind go blank with lust.

“Yes…” Lucifer says as he rubs his shaft over your cunt and gently grabs your butt to push you against him. The friction and touch builds the pleasure and brings you both to a point of no return.

“Yes, you're mine. I want you, I need you…” Lucifer whispers in your ear.

“Yes…” You gasp and moan. The way Lucifer is touching and teasing you brings you closer to the edge. You are so aroused with the feeling of his hands all over you, your mind went into a vortex of pleasure, that there is no other place you would rather be.

“I want you to take me… Now.” You breathlessly demanded.

You kiss Lucifer's chest, his chin, his cheeks. You are lost in desire, no longer you, just an amalgamation of feelings and craving. All your thoughts are gone, replaced with the need for Lucifer.

You sigh in pleasure with a soft moan escaping your lips. You can't believe that you can feel this much pleasure, this much joy. You feel hot and wet inside and it's driving you insane.

“I want you too. You can never have me enough…” You whisper desperately. The touch of Lucifer's lips and hands everywhere send shivers all over your body, making you quiver and breathe heavily. You pull the back of Lucifer's head even closer, bringing his body hard against yours.

“I want you to fill me…Please!” You whisper desperately, your voice went a touch higher in pitch.

Lucifer grins when he hears your words, but he doesn't move yet. He kisses your neck, shoulders, chin and mouth over and over again. He nibbles your ear, kisses your nose, forehead, cheeks and your eyelids. You want to be filled by him, you want him to completely claim you. And he will do just that. There is no one else you will ever desire nor anyone else who will have you as he has you now.

His tongue slides down your body, leaving a trail of saliva. As he moves, his hands rub your soft thighs, your hips, and grab your butt, pulling you against him.

Lucifer smiles again, looking into your eyes. Lucifer presses himself against you, holding you tightly. The way your bodies are pressed together, the intense heat and friction between you sends shocks of electrifying pleasure throughout your bodies. The kissing becomes more intense, more passionate and hungry. Each kiss makes you feel like you have died and gone to heaven.

“Yes, I will take you... I will fill you.” Lucifer's voice is low and hoarse, his muscles tensed from desire.

“I want you too, so much…” He pulls your legs higher towards his body and pushes his shaft into your hole, deliberately.

Your body responds instantly to Lucifer's slow and deep thrusts. Each thrust done intensifies the pleasure. You are gloriously overwhelmed as he stretches and fills your walls. Your eyes are closed, your back arches, your whole body shudders and your lungs screamed for more oxygen. You sing your moans and your face is flushed. You kiss his shoulder and your legs clasp around him as well, trying to keep him as close and deep as possible.

You gasped for breath before you spoke, “More... please... I need you…”

Your breathing quickens and your heart keeps on pounding. You feel light-headed and your mind clouded by a haze of pleasure and excitement.

“Oh... Lucifer... yes,” your voice is broken and hoarse, not a hint of restraint, only pure desire and passion. Your fingers clutched on Lucifer's shoulders tightly as if you are holding for dear life. “I need you, Lucifer.. so much.”

A puff of air leaves your lungs as when Lucifer pushes himself slowly into your cunt—his shaft deliberately stretching your walls—with you giving him control over your body.

Lucifer grins in response, loving the way you concede completely as he takes you for himself; claiming you with your consent. The way your face contorts into pleasure, the way you squirm and beg for him, the way you meet his hips in every thrust, the way your muscles clench around him, and even the way you moan and whimper. He is loving it all.

Lucifer groans at your moans and actions. You give yourself to him in unadulterated desire to be used and filled by him. Your cries of pleasure fill the room as your body quakes in the pinnacle of pleasure you are feeling.

“Oh, yes…” Lucifer kisses your neck and bites your flesh tenderly. You could feel the hot huffs of his breath hitting your skin.

“How did I get so lucky? How?” Lucifer sighs and showers kisses on your face..

Lucifer moves out of your arms until he is hovering just above your body. He keeps on thrusting gently, holding your hands tightly and looking into your eyes.

“This is what we were made for, you. You belong to me, you are mine. And I am yours.”

Your eyes were filled with love and affection. Your body was still trembling with pleasure as you looked up at Lucifer. The sheer pleasure has intoxicated you and robbed you of the capability to form a coherent thought. You try to say something but it comes out as a broken whisper.

"You're... amazing..." you said as you are trying to chase a steady breath—a little bashful and a far cry from your earlier behavior.

You are lost in a sea of euphoria as you gaze into Lucifer's eyes. Your skin is flushed, your heart pounding and your vision is swirling. You know, deep within your soul, that this was meant to be.

“You are everything I ever dreamed of, Lucifer. I am yours. I am yours alone. Take me, I am yours,” you whispered.

You pull Lucifer in closer, wrapping your arms around Lucifer's neck and you press your mouth against his. Your hold on him goes tighter, making your faces touch each other and your breaths mingling.

“You are mine,” you press your lips to his again, your hands holding his strong shoulders. Your skin is burning from every touch and thrusts. You could feel your racing heartbeat in your neck as if you ran for a thousand miles. You are completely lost to him.

Lucifer smiles into your kiss as he listens to your words. Your adoration of him and the way your body trembles in the throes of pleasure strokes his ego and his heart swell with love.

“Yes.” Lucifer hisses as his lips meet yours again. He moans as he pulls your body even closer to his, his breath quickening and his muscles start flexing as he quickens the pace of his thrusts.

“You're mine,” Lucifer looks into your eyes as he speaks; his hands digging the flesh of your hips as he kisses you again. He can barely control his own desires too, his body is trembling in sheer ecstasy. The joy he feels is ineffable.

He is in his element. His body moves in rhythm with yours, his breathing deep and fast. No words are said now, just the sound of lips pressing against lips and bodies writhing together in the throes of passion and lust. You both share a look, an understanding of the moment. Nothing else matters, you belong to each other at this moment.

Lucifer kisses your neck and bites gently as he pumps his cock inside your cunt rather vigorously—leaving you gasping in pleasure and your hands tightening around him. Lucifer bites your neck again and again, harder each time, and you moan in delight and squeeze him close with your legs.

Lucifer smiles and bites your neck and shoulder, nibbling, teasing, leaving gentle and rough marks on your skin. These marks, you will think about over and over again in the days ahead. You want more. You want Lucifer, entirely, body and soul. As your lips meet, your tongues swirl together. Your bodies are set ablaze. You both are addicted to each other. Your bodies entwine in a timeless dance, your lips never leaving each other's.

Lucifer moves his mouth back along your neck, making another batch of small and soft bites, then licks the skin softly to ease and lessen the stinging sensation.

After a moment, he proceeds to kiss and nibble your collarbone and then your breast. You groan softly in pleasure, your body has not recovered from shaking as you are filled with arousal.

“Yes... I love this…” you gasp.

Lucifer smiles at your words and picks up the pace once more, hitting inside you deeper and faster just like you wanted.

You are completely consumed by desire. You wrap your legs even tighter around Lucifer, pulling him closer as your lungs demand more air. Your hips pushing against him in rhythm with his thrusts. You are losing your mind and you don't seem to care.

Lucifer moves his mouth back up to your lips. The heat between the two of you has reached its peak. Your bodies are writhing together, moving in time with each other with renewed ardor. Greedy tongue's caressing, lips meeting haphazardly, teeth occasionally clashing, and mouths hungry—wanting more and more.

He nibbles on your lower lip, then your neck and your breasts, habitually. Your moans and whimpers go louder, more urgent and a pitch higher; and your body vibrates in each nibble and kiss. You are in overdrive now as Lucifer continues to push you on the edge of your climax.

Lucifer is loving every moment of this. He is in no hurry, but he is definitely enjoying himself. Each nibble and kiss brings you deeper in the ocean of pleasure. Lucifer moves his tongue along your body and stays in your chest. He teases you, licking gently all around your areola, then licking and biting the puckering nipples themselves. Lucifer's tongue and fingertips are working you into a frenzy.

“Please…” your hands grip Lucifer's biceps, your fingernails graze Lucifer's skin.

Lucifer once again nibbles on your neck and kisses you deeply, your mouths locked together in another fiery kiss. His hands glide down onto your hips, holding your body tight against his. The two of you are moving vigorously as you both chase the euphoric sensation.

“More... please…” you pant the words out, your body moving quickly in time with Lucifer's thrusts.

Lucifer moans as he nibbles on your neck and caresses your shoulders lightly. He feels your body shaking in response. Your gasps for breath and your words of encouragement are only fueling Lucifer's own desires. His kisses grow more aggressive, his hips moving faster than yours.

Lucifer holds you tight against him and his lips meet yours again. You both breathe heavily as your tongues are in a tug of war. Lucifer feels your body trembling against his. His own body is shaking and sweating, and he feels himself reaching his peak.

“Lucifer... please.” Your breath is short and fast as you press yourself up against Lucifer frantically.

You are completely lost in the feeling of Lucifer's body moving against yours. Your legs are tight around Lucifer and your moans are loud and urgent.

"Lucifer, oh, Lucifer… don't stop... please more!" Your hips move wildly in time with Lucifer's thrusts, your body shudders with pleasure, as you feel the wave of your climax approaching.

Lucifer moans as he feels your body tense up against his. He can feel the waves of pleasure radiating from you, the heat of your body, your breath becoming heavier and quicker. His body is tense and trembling too with each thrust. Lucifer pushes as deep and fast as he can, as he feels your walls uncontrollably pulsate around him as he rides you through your climax.

Lucifer's teeth dig into your neck even harder, leaving you no room to catch your breath and recover from the first peak you had a few seconds ago. The heat and tension are almost overwhelming. Lucifer bites, licks, and sucks your skin passionately, driving you completely wild. You moan loudly as you quaver. Your body continues to tremble as your hand tugs gently on Lucifer's hair. His kisses and nibbles are teasing and provocative, stirring your body, pushing you closer to your another climax.

Lucifer moans against your flesh. The scent of your body, your voice and your touch are bringing him too close to a ledge, his body starting to quiver as well.

“You... oh, I…” Lucifer's voice is broken as his breathing quickens. Lucifer holds you tighter and moves faster—leaving the couch creak softly and both of your moans and groans drown the faint music playing in the background.

Lucifer smiles with each one of your mumbled words and loud moans, and he moves his body faster to match the urgency of your words. His body is trembling in sheer ecstasy. He is reaching his peak now and he is not holding back at all. Lucifer thrusts himself deep inside you, and moves his body with your rhythm.

“Oh… so good.” Lucifer moans and kisses you again. His own movements become more intense as he reaches his climax.

“Yes!” Lucifer gasps as he finishes inside you. It was like a flood poured out of Lucifer. His hot burst of semen paints your walls white as he continues to fill you up to the brim. In just a few more thrusts, a long, guttural and loud moan escapes your lips while your second peak washes over you.

Lucifer holds you tight and kisses you again. Your bodies are still united, with neither of you wanting to move. You both went limp and still catching your breaths. Lucifer's teeth are still in your shoulder, but he is careful not to bite you.

Lucifer pulls himself out slowly and lays beside you flat down on the couch. Your bodies are still against each other as you both snap back to reality. The faint music of the private dance room caresses both of your ears once again and the warm red light envelops your bare bodies.

Lucifer gasps for air and pants heavily. Heat and tension still lingers in the room. Your body remains in his arms, your breathing heavy and quick as to Lucifer's. You two are still for a moment and enjoying each others' warmth. Lucifer lifts his head to look at you. Your hair is messy and your forehead glistens with sweat.

“I... I... you, you were incredible…” Lucifer says gently.

You slowly open your eyes to look up at Lucifer. You take in the sight of his beautiful body pressed against yours, his hair tickling your skin and his warm smile fills you with an unmistakable and familiar feeling. Your eyes bore into his for a moment, feeling your body relax even more as the tingling sensations gradually dissipate.

“Lucifer... I'm not sure what to say,” your face flushes, you are breathing heavily from the passionate encounter you just shared. You feel a deep affection for Lucifer at this moment, something that surprises you greatly. You are still a little dazed, but you are happy.

“Thank you, Lucifer… It was amazing. I've never felt anything like it.” You rest a hand gently on Lucifer's face. The look in your eyes reveals your great affection for him. You both can feel your skin, your warm breaths and the rhythm of your pulses.

Lucifer kisses you deep and passionately as his hands move up your body. Your lips part for a moment, then come together again. Lucifer presses himself closer to you, his lips lingering on your mouth and your hands rest on Lucifer's shoulders.

“I am happy that you enjoyed it.” Lucifer says breathlessly. His body is tense and trembling with the sensations he's feeling. Lucifer's voice is hoarse and his breath comes in gasps.

“What do you say, you sweet, beautiful woman, that we get out of here and go to my home?“ Lucifer asks you with a mischievous smirk etched on his face.

The thought of having you in his bed and becoming his lover drives him mad with sheer elation. It makes him want to rush out of here and run home to enjoy you even more. His heart is racing and he is breathing heavily once again. He kisses you more, caressing your body, squeezing your breasts and running his fingers through your hair.

And the only thing you could do in response is say ‘yes.’

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god-has-entered-my-body · 8 months ago

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lenaaaaaa god help me I’m so high rn I’m thinking about mpind matty pole dancing ans also giving girlie a lap dance fhis isnt good or my health I think

dont be shy pass the spliff

also mpind comeback after a bunch of wank everyone be happy x

Love me - Matty Healy

A/N: bit wanky, barely spell checked except for @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff 's weird sim reactions to whatever i write. Legend anon i hope this is filthy enough for you my love xx

wc: 4.5k

content warnings: smut, fluff, tw: my shitty comedy, handjobs, strip clubs, its george's birthday!!, begging, teasing, lap dance, matty in lingerie pt. 43, mentions of alcohol, lots of swearing, cumplay, grinding, it gets a bit sappy guys soz, sub!Matty

“A strip club? Are you never scared of being a cliché?” you scoff as the venue comes into view, strobing neon flashing in your face. The summer night is warm, a breeze kissing your skin as the gravel crackles under your feet, your quite high heels still not making you taller than George.

His birthday, the big one eight, was today, and his chosen place was of course, a local strip club.

“If that cliché is seeing half naked girls, no.” he sniggers, Matty’s bickering with Ross and Hann faintly heard behind you. You hook your arm into his as you approach the bouncer, the line surprisingly short.

“I forget you're an actual man sometimes.”

“How can you possibly forget?!” he lets go, flexing his muscles at you as some sort of display of masculinity, making you giggle behind your hand.

Matty takes this ample opportunity to swoop in from behind, pressing the side of his body up against yours. The four of you watch George proudly present his real I.D to the bouncer, a wide smile on his face as he takes it from him. The bloke gives him a weird once-over, waving him and the rest through without a hitch.

It's bright inside, but not in the way you would assume. Different colored lights strobe around, switching every 20 seconds or so, the heavy bass of the music thrumming through your veins. Matty hangs on your arm as you look around, George immediately booking it to a booth with a stage as the table, wanting the best front row seat to the show. You roll your eyes at his eagerness, but then again, who could blame him?

Everyone files into the booth, George ending up wedged in the corner of the seating, uncomfortable but glass he could stretch his legs out under the table.

“Round of pints on me, happy birthday G. '' Everyone cheers, excluding Hann, who glares at Matty from across the table.

“Oh so now you have money? What about last week?” Ross lets out a quiet snigger, liking this turn of events.

“Shut up you cunt, it's G’s birthday! Lighten up a bit, old man.”

“Matty when I get my fucking hands on you-” Ross to the rescue, he presses a hand to his mate’s chest, keeping him seated.

“Alright girls, break it up.” he gives up, mouthing a curt ‘fuck you’ at Matty, rolling his eyes.

The waitress returns from the bar, bringing a platter of glasses with her. She sets them down, smiling at you before walking away, the neon lights of the club making her eyes shimmer.

“Cheers, happy 18th mate.” Matty plants a wet kiss on George’s face, making him squirm away in disgust.

“Get off you grade A wanker, your girl’s right there.” You blow him a kiss as Matty turns to you, licking a fat stripe up the side of your face, from your jaw to your cheekbone. Everyone at the table groans at his odd display of affection, Ross dramatically shielding his eyes and muttering incoherently as Matty finally sits back down, downing the rest of his pint.

Sure enough, right in the middle of Hann’s interesting story about his last date, a dancer comes over to the table. She climbs up, eyeing George, twirling around the pole a few times before doing this flip you didn't even know was humanly possible. The bralette she’s wearing glimmers in the light, reflecting off and into your eyes, distracting you.

George stares blatantly, eyes raking up and down her body as she dances, not letting her leave his line of sight. It's so obvious and she smirks at him, turning her body to face his direction before bending over, exposing her cleavage even more.

“Don't be a knob.” you hiss, not wanting to seem rude.

“She’s fit and it's quite literally her job!” a small laugh escapes the woman as she goes to speak, flattered at the exchange.

“It’s alright love, look all you want.”

“See!” George shouts a bit too loudly, proud of his correctness in strip club etiquette.

You sigh, nodding at her as Matty pokes your side.

“She is fit.” you whisper quietly, gesturing to her. Matty perks up, shoving you in offense.

“I'm fitter, don't forget.” you giggle at the statement, refusing to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.

“She’s literally sparkling, I need to know what brand that is.” The rhinestone adorned lingerie set she was wearing captivated everyone at the table, hugging her curves in all the right places.

“Who’s to say I'm not either?” your eyes widen slightly at the implication, but you brush him off.

“Shut it, don't be a tosser.” his hand grips yours right before he speaks, bringing it down to the waistband of his jeans. “I’m not.”

He uses your fingers to pull it down about an inch, revealing a pretty string of purple under his bottoms. Your breath hitches at the realization, eyes snapping up to meet his. Was he serious? Now?

“It’s George’s birthday.” you state, voice hushed so the others could overhear your conversation. Hann was already off to buy another round, leaving Ross and George to make ‘friendly’ conversation with the dancer, shamelessly staring at her tits the entire time. “He won't mind, just look at him.”

Sure enough, George is ogling the dancer, lips parted and being such a boy it hurts. She’s clearly enjoying the attention as he leans forward, stuffing a wad of cash into the flimsy waistband of her thong, smirking.

“He’s already imagining a future with her, look!”

She sets a paper crown on his head with the words ‘birthday boy’ on it, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. A boyish blush spreads onto George’s face as her kiss leaves a mark of lipstick, Ross quickly snapping a photo of him to take the piss when they left.

“He desperately needs a lay, it's sad.” you comment, knowing it had been ages since his last girlfriend or even hookup, too focused on his coursework and music to go out more than the few times you forced him to.

“So do I, so I'd prefer it if we didn't drag this out.”

Matty gets up, climbing over you despite your quite loud protests, announcing his trip to the dance floor. You wait a few moments before following him, the sway of his hips and faint back muscles under his mesh shirt flexing as he walks, convincing you to just go with it, hoping whatever he had planned wasn't totally scandalous and wouldn't get you kicked out of the place.

He turns right past the dance floor, leading you into a narrow corridor off to the side. You catch up to him, close behind him as he slips a dancer some cash, nodding as he makes his way to the door at the end of the hall. Matty rushes in before you, the door almost slamming in your face. ‘Private room’ flashes back at you in yellow neon, making you raise your eyebrows.

The room is dark for the first few seconds as you hear Matty shuffling. Suddenly, the room lights up, giant mirrors covering the walls and ceiling, reflecting the light back and forth. You glance around, eyes landing on Matty.

A tall pole is the centerpiece of the room, pink metal running from the floor to the ceiling. Matty leans on it, left hand wrapping around it as he spins, smirking at you as you watch him, something stirring inside of you.

“Did you plan this?” you ask, a skeptical look on your face.

“Maybe.” his fingers run up his chest, playing with his nipples right in front of you. His voice drips with lust, coating your mind with only a few words, making it difficult to get even semi-coherent sentences out.

“Jesus, you're mental.” you gasp softly as he moves, fluid and sure, captivating you with every change of direction.

“But you love me, now sit.” you listen, not knowing what else you were meant to do in this situation. The chair is soft, cushions letting you settle in comfortably.

“Everything is so pink.” you mutter, gesturing to the mirror frames and pole, every surface some variation of the same color.

“Sort of the point, yeah? To set the mood.” he smirks, trailing his hands up his waist, letting his nails graze against his skin, mimicking the same thing you do to him. “Mood for what?”

“You’ll see, be patient.” you roll your eyes at his words, the palms of your hands rubbing against the soft pillow of your chair. “That's rich.”

“Please, for me?” He sounds so sweet, like he was asking you to bring him a glass of water, not to stay still while he touched himself in front of you.

“We both know I can't deny you.”

“How true.” he sucks in a deep breath, throwing his head back as he holds eye contact.

“Watch.”

“What do I-?” you stutter over your words, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as he feels himself up, fingers ghosting over his tattoos.

“Me, keep your eyes on me.”

He turns his attention back to the pole next to him, strutting around it as the music from the dancefloor dictates his movements, his back pressed to the cool metal. Matty parts his lips as he slides down it, running a hand over his chest performatively, watching your every reaction.

Your breathing becomes more shallow as he moves, thousands of fantasies running through your mind. He knows the effect he has on you, everything he does is purely to rile you up, make you lose your composure.

“You’re mad, this is-” he cuts you off with a sly smile.

“Incredibly hot? I’d rather you enjoy the show than talk over it.” you scrunch up your face at the implication that this was a performance, even if you did expect nothing less from Matty.

“Show?”

He runs a hand through his slightly messed up hair, showing off his neck as you stare at him, biting your lip between your teeth to keep from embarrassing yourself.

“I hate you.” you mumble as the music changes, some hip-hop song coming on. The faint cheers of the people outside are barely audible, but it serves to remind of just where you were. The guys were still at the table, most likely speculating the reason as to why the two of you have been missing that long, Ross surely already making crude comments that neither Hann nor George wanted to think about.

“You won't if you just wait.” you grip the edge of your seat, blushing profusely as he struts over to you, wrapping his arms around your neck. His breath is hot against your neck, leaning over you as he settles into your lap. You finally clock it.

“Stay still.” he ‘orders’, attempting to mimic the way you speak to him when he doesn't listen.

“Are you giving me a lap dance?” he frowns at you, shaking his head in disappointment. A chuckle escapes you as the reality of the situation dawns on you.

“No need to define it darling, let it be abstract.” of course he’d say something like that, try to salvage the ‘artistic’ affair, failing miserably.

“You’re giving me a fucking lapdance, christ.” it's genuinely amusing. Your heart swells up at the thought of all the effort that went into this. Paying off the dancer with god only knows how much money, turning you on at the table just enough so you’d follow him, and probably even setting up the lighting in the room himself.

“You're such a bore, let me have my fun.” he kisses you, giggling into your mouth. His lips are warm against yours, your lip gloss rubbing off on him. “Oh, I will.” you promise, letting your hands fall limp as he grips your shoulders, rocking his hips back and forth. His movements are exact, practiced even as he grinds down onto you before lifting his body back up, bringing his hip tattoo up to eye level.

You don't think, mind clouded with desire and want. His shirt had ridden up a bit, and your rough tongue drags across the inked skin, warm against it as he shudders, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the sensation.

“No touching the dancers” he tuts, coming back down on top of you.

“I’m exempt from that rule.” you say, your voice surprisingly steady despite the white hot heat pooling between your legs.

“According to whom?”

“You.”

You let your hands settle onto his waist, gripping him so hard you were sure there’d be bruises the next day.

“Fuckk, yeah okay,” he groans, the pressure on the front of his jeans increasing as all the blood in his head rushes south, his mind hazy.

“C’mon baby, finish your little performance.”

He moves to get off, smirking as you let him. You can see indents in his skin where you grabbed him, the sight making your breath hitch. He circles around you like a predator does his prey, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

His hands trail up your chest, fingers grazing over your exposed collarbones. Your skin flushes under his touch and you let out a soft moan at the feeling, earning a proud smile from Matty.

“You’re so gorgeous. I have to force myself to not get hard whenever you look at me.” his voice is sultry against your ear, making goosebumps bloom on the skin of your neck. “Oh, way to exaggerate.” you snigger, not quite believing him.

“Honest truth.” he swears, instinctively doing the ‘scouts honor’ sign with his hand.

You snort, your little giggling fit interrupted by his mouth trailing sickly sweet kisses up your neck and to your jaw.

It doesn't take him long to make his way back around, your heart skipping a beat when he comes back into view. His chest is glistening with sweat, the warm temperature of the room clearly getting to him. Most notably, you notice the front of his jeans is unbuttoned and unzipped, flaring out on both sides, revealing almost the entirety of the silky, purple panties he had chosen to wear.

He relishes in your reaction, the attention making his ego grow exponentially as he moves back into your lap. Your hands trail up his chest, doing your best to not immediately pay attention to the underwear. You can't resist, though.

“These are new.” you toy with the thin straps, silk reflecting the colored light beautifully. You can see a note of pride ripple through him as you admire the material, grazing his cock through it.

“Got them just for you, you like?” The question is so obviously rhetorical. Of course you like, no, love them. “So much.” your words are laced with love, soft and appreciative of all the effort he puts into getting you off, fulfilling your fantasy.

The way he looks at you is sinful, thoughts dancing behind his eyes visible as he stares, waiting for your next move.

He lets out a soft groan when you push him down into your thigh, biting his lip at you provocatively. “You're hard.” you smile as you say the words, his gaze softening when he sees the blissed out look at your face, eyes raking over his body. Even (almost) fully clothed, he was absolutely beautiful.

“See? Wasn't lying.” he presses a kiss behind your left ear, gently moving your hair out of the way. It’s loving, so honest. “You sure it's not because of the mirror behind me?” you still cant help but tease him, gesturing to the giant mirror your back was facing. He blushes in response, stealing a glance at his reflection.

“You’re so cruel! I’ll just stop then, seeing as all you see me as is some egotistical deviant.” he threatens, crossing his arms over his chest in retaliation. You bring a hand up to cup his face, stroking his cheek softly, almost patronizing. Your mind swims with the power you have over him.

“You wont stop, you couldn't if you tried.” For the first time that evening, you call his bluff, the way he reacts to you exquisite as his lips part, no words coming out. Silence fills the room, even the music on the other side of the door seeming to die down. How long have the two of you been here?

“Am i right?” you question, not letting him off the hook like you usually would.

“..yeah–” his words are small, and you know you have him right where you want him. The lightest, slightest touch could send him hurtling over the edge, his hips rutting desperately into your hand as you palm him through his underwear.

“So pretty for me, doing all of this. Thank you baby.” you whisper into his ear as he gasps under your touch. It's so incredibly intimate that you can't help but drop your facade for a few seconds, kissing him sweetly, his lips moving against yours with desperation.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Mhm.”

You take his cock out of the confines of his underwear, a sigh of relief falling from his parted lips as your fingers ghost over the tip, teasing him.

“Just stay still, let me make you feel good.” you murmur, feeling him up under his shirt, your nails digging into the skin of his back. He shifts on top of you, his body yearning for your touch.

“Please.”

You reach down to wrap your manicured fingers around his cock, the sight of the pretty colors of your nails around him making his eyes roll back in his head, his mind spinning with all sorts of possibilities, mostly focused on not finishing right in that moment.

Tugging lazily on his cock, you drag your fingers from the base to the tip, a satisfying whimper spilling from Matty’s lips, the sound spreading through your entire body. His back arches against you and the kiss he presses against your mouth tastes like the cigarettes he chainsmoked on the way to the club, mixing deliciously with the hint of alcohol on his breath.

“Let go for me, feel it.”

He trembles, the noise he lets out is desperate, filthy, shooting straight to your core. Everything is heightened. You can feel his breath on your cheek as he leans forward into you, chest pressing against yours as you run your fist up and down his cock, small whimpers of pleasure spurring you on.

“Fuckk, that feels so good–”

Matty’s words are choked, his effort to hold back a bit obvious. He’s hungry, wanting, evident in the way he ruts into your hand, his fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders, the sharp pain making you sigh, pleased.

“Be nice and loud for me, let me hear you.” you coo into his ear, your free hand dragging up his back under his shirt, the mesh bunching up. “So good to me, treat me so well, god– shit.”

He twitches as you dig your thumb into his slit, a shiver spreading through his body

The way he’s not even undressed is obscene, the fabric of his jeans gathering under his hips as he’s perched on top of you, feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage. You watch him, engrossed in pleasure, completely blissed out expression on his face. His head is thrown back, exposing his pale neck, faded hickeys and marks still visible from your last encounter.

“You're staring” he breathes, your eyes snapping up to meet him. A filthy grin tugs at the corners of his lips, your focus on him and only him. His hair falls over his face, obscuring it slightly, much to your disdain.

“You're giving me reason to” you brush curls out of his face as your movements still, letting him speak properly, uninterrupted.

“Yeah, I want you to look at me.”

You smile lovingly, cocking your head slightly to the left as you tease him, one of your fingers twirling his hair.

“Gets you off, my attention?” he doesn't even try to deny it, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere.

“Mhm-m” he nods, panting. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, silently begging you to continue.

His hips stutter as you grip his cock tighter, your other hand stroking his face sweetly as you stare into each other's eyes, his face flush as pornographic moans spill from his lips. His back arches again, your bodies pressed against each other as your hand snakes between the two of you.

“F-fuck, i’m so close, please let me cum, please.” His voice is high-pitched and whiny, tears threatening to spill at the overwhelming pleasure.

“You beg so nicely, let me hear you baby.” you whisper words of encouragement as his hips buck up into your hand involuntarily, every ounce of self control in him dissipating.

“I need it so bad, please i've been so good for you.”

He hiccups in a way that almost makes you feel bad, his desperation so obvious. You speed up a bit, just a bit, giving him that sweet, sweet relief he’s been begging for for god knows how long now.

“P-please, oh fuck, yesyesyes fuck.” precum bubbles at the tip of his cock, and you smear it down, coating him in his own arousal. It's unbelievably hot, his entire body twitching at the sight of your fingers on his cock, a sight he desperately tries to commit to memory.

“You’re leaking all over my hand darling, so filthy.” he whines into your neck, and you lick across his jaw, making him shiver

“Make a mess, c’mon, come for me.” an animalistic groan fills your ears as he rapidly approaches his orgasm, writhing under your touch.

“Y-yeah– fuck thats so good, your hand feels so good, fucking made for me.”

Matty’s possessive nature made your head spin with lust, his eyeliner smudging down his face as he stares into your eyes with such an intensity it felt like he was going to consume you.

His skin glows under the soft pink lighting, making him seem ethereal, like a true angel. His noises are like music to your ears as he spills into your hand, spurts of cum coating your bare stomach, barely missing your (quite expensive) cropped shirt. Matty kisses you immediately after, hands threading through your hair as he drinks you in, stealing your breath straight from your lungs.

Wordlessly, one of his hands moves down, gathering the remnants of his orgasm onto two fingers, tapping your mouth with the other. You indulge him, parting your lips to let him push his digits past them, the salty taste of him taking over your senses. His pupils are completely blown out in desire, not able to process what was happening in front of him, a loopy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart swell up with love

“Perfect.” he mumbles as you lick his fingers clean, smiling mischievously at his dazed gaze. Matty pulls you in, holding you close, desperate to not let go.

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“Where were you two?” Ross’s voice is accusatory as the two of you finally return to the booth, the dancer from before having already left. A faint blush spreads onto your cheeks as the memories of not 20 minutes go flash through your mind. Hann doesn't help your situation at all.

“Probably shagging, just look at him.” your head turns, seeing Matty’s blissed out expression, a content smile replacing his usual nasty grin. You elbow him in the ribs, a silent plea to say something, but he promptly ignores your silent begging.

“Shut up you dickhead, you don't know shit.”

George points at Matty, now grinning wildly, reminiscing about the events of tonight. He’s oddly calm, which would be concerning if it wasn't for the monstrous case of post-sex hair he currently had

“Jesus, what did you even do to him?” George is taking the absolute piss out of you, and for good enough reason.

“I don't kiss and tell.” you attempt to change the conversation topic as you settle back into the booth, commenting on the pint glasses. You're ignored in favor of laughing at you further while matty remains completely unbothered, the glow he emitted so fucking obvious it hurt.

“Well he sure does, I've heard much more than necessary.” Ross sniggers, pulling a face at the not-so-distant memory of Matty’s sex bonfire-storytelling session that had happened a few weeks prior (not at an actual bonfire, but on the floor of your living room, completely pissed while you were out with your girlfriends.)

“Did you at least wash your hands?” Hann asks, the question directed at Matty, whose hands were loosely wrapped around his nearly empty pint glass.

“Didn't have to.” he grins, waving his hands in Adam’s face proudly, like it was some sort of achievement.

“Oh fucking hell, too much info.” George groans, cupping his face in his hands at the mental image of what he thought had just happened. You laugh inwardly, the whole situation absurd. This was the furthest you had ever gotten in discussing anything relating to your relationship with Matty, and it honestly felt weird.

“I’m never touching you again mate, no fucking way.” Ross stated, a disgusted look on his face. “Awwe Ross, how will you do without my touch?” You make grabby hands at him, climbing over George to drape yourself over the booth, touching his hair and face, Matty’s and Hann’s hysterical laughter spurring you on. “GET OFF ME!!” he yells, clawing at you to push you away, absolutely mortified.

George, slightly more pissed than the rest of you, announces his mission to get the dancers number, swearing up and down that “She had this look in her eye, i’m so fucking serious.” he manages to stumble over his shoes about three times before finally standing up straight, brushing off any ‘dust’ (crisps) that clung to his raggedy band tee.

“Good luck mate, not that you need it.” Hann tries to be encouraging, knowing just as well as the rest of you how George got when he had a few too many pints. Terribly emotional and impulsive, there was no stopping him once he had his sights set on something, or in this case, someone.

“I definitely don't” he glares at you over his shoulder, strutting across the dance floor in direction of where he’d last seen her.

As he walks away, Ross sniggers.

“He definitely does.” and you can't help but giggle along as he trips over a stray stair, falling right onto his face. Hann goes to help him up, ignoring your collective jeers to “Stop ruining his chances at true love!”

With an ice pack pressed to his face, George can only roll his eyes at the various comments for the rest of the night, despite it being his birthday.

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