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verytalented · 3 years ago

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Got 7 Bills to Pay

→ Pairings: BamBam x POC → Pronouns; She/Her → Group; GOT7 Type of Au; Rich AU, Strip Club Augb → Genre; Smut, Fluff → Warning; Aftercare, multiple orgasms, oral sex, female receiving, male receiving, car sex kinda, dry humping, hand job, praising kink, → Summary; Being in a Strip Club was your plan b. Since being an idol didn’t go so well. You needed some way to make money and this is how to do it. But during one of your dances, someone takes a liking in you. A/N; Stream ribbon. Disclaimer; I do not own anyone who is mentioned in this story. This is just for entertainment, and if any kpop idol wants this story down I will take it down. Ask or Prompt Series or Oneshot: Not Sure Edited or Not edit Word Count : 2,097 Master List Ask Me anything

The slightly low lighting in the room and the sound of the clock ticking was the only thing that could be heard. And besides the sounds of a pencil hitting the paper. A long sigh came out of BamBam’s blush lips. He was so exhausted from working all day. He just needed to do something to get his mind out of this boring state. He was thinking about what he could do while running his hand through his hair. Staying at home was not one of the options at the moment. Of course, there is nothing wrong with coming home from a long day from work, but today it seemed like his mind was somewhere different. I guess you can say he had fantasies. It has been a while but he did enjoy being at the strip club after seeing one girl that caught his attention. It was hard not to go back. He remembered that one night and how you sway your hips and you move on the dance floor and the poll. That night BamBam found it hard not to go home with blue balls. Even though Bambam is rich and could easily get VIP he didn’t want to get into any scandals. And as if being in a strip club wasn’t enough. So going to this strip club was going to be very risky after seeing you for the first time. Lost in thought he didn’t realize that there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” He said with a stern voice. “Hey bambam,” Jackson said as he walked into BamBam’s office. “What’s up man” “So, you come clubbing with me and JB?” Jackson said, walking closer to BamBam. “I don’t know man,” He said, running his hands through his hair once again. By this point, his hair is a mess. “Oh come on look at yourself you look like you need a break”. Still debating he brings himself to think it’s time to have fun and get away from all this paperwork. “Okay, I’ll go”. After a while, Jackson, JB, and BamBam made their way to the Neon Strip Club. It wasn’t as crowded as usual but there were still a lot of people there. Anyway, the boys made their way to a table that was close to the stage and where you could easily throw money. The speakers in the club bang with music as the dancers were getting ready for their next dance of the night. Some getting off their shift and some just starting. But you were up next. You were kinda the newbie here, a good thing the crowd seemed to love you through. “Girl are you ready?” Your friends ask you before you get on stage doing the last of your make-up. “Yeah I got this,” you said as you looked in the mirror. “Just heads up girl he’s here” you smirk. “I'm gonna make money tonight”.You walk behind the curtains waiting for your song to play. “Why not just get a Vip room?” you sighed “He never asked for one, so I’m not gonna be the one getting one just to seem disparate.” she shrugged. “Whatever works for you girl.” The DJ introduces your stage name as you walk onto stage doing your favorite moves. Neon lights beamed down on your brown skin making you shine. You look amongst the crowd only to notice that guy staring you down. Not only that but man spreading his legs. You put on an extra show for him. BamBam watches you as you walk down the stage to the poll. Doing all types of tricks. The tent in his pants was getting tighter by the moment. As he watches you. He gets a tap on the shoulder “Is this the girl you were talking about? Jackson asks, “Yeah,” Bambam said, lightly biting his bottom lip. “You could easily get her, what's stopping you?” Bambam asked himself this question a lot but he didn't know why. But it seemed like with any other girl he would get her right away, but this time he wanted to take it slow. “I want her but I just rather wait”. “Go for it and by the way, I heard that she is looking for a sugar daddy,” Jackson says. Being here sugar daddy didn't sound so bad. “Maybe I'll consider it”. BamBam said rub his finger across his lips as he watched you walk over to him swaying your hips. As the light hits your body, you do a small little show for him. You touched his thighs and looked at him in his eyes inches away from your faces. BamBam reaches inside of his suit to reach for money. Putting the money right between your

boobs. With a smirk on your face, he starts to lick his blush lips. After your show was done bambam got up from his steat going to the bar to get a drink. He looked at his pants and saw how hard he was for you. Before he could think twice his feet were already bringing him to the back of the strip club looking for. Meanwhile you were just getting your money from your boss taeyoung. You knock on his door “come in” you walk into the nice size office. “Um. I'm here to receive my check.” “to be such a newbie a lot of people like.” “What Can I say, I'm a people pleaser” you smiled. “Anyway, here's your money and someone is looking for you.” he said pointing to the door. You grab your money of course, then turn around only to be ment with BamBam. Finally “What the hell?” you said to him surprise. You had a little crush on him and that’s why you were a little nervous. He smirks “Hello baby girl, you gave me quite a dance. How about we go back to my place, and you can me even more” what smooth man. You smile. “You would have to pay me first,” He chuckled.”I already did.” He looked down at the money in your hands. “Are you serious” You look back at Taeyoung he nodded his head yes. “He gave me the money to pay the bills for this month Please Y/N” he pouted. You huff “fine” You walked up to BamBam and latched onto his arm. “Let’s go.” he smiled at you. “Wait, what about your friends?” “Don't worry about them, I have someone take them back home.” Soon you make your way to his black limo. He opens the car door for you. YOu to sit down comfortably in the limo. “Hello sir, where to?” A man in black suit asked. “My place” BamBam waved his hand at driver in black suit. “So what now?” You asked. “Let's have some fun.” The dim music in the limo was sexually changing the whole mood. He Licking his lips for the thousandth time today. Held onto your chin making you make eye contact with you. His lips meet yours. His lips were so soft. You deepen the kiss. He moaned into the kiss. He warped his hand around your waist pulling you to his lap. Still not breaking the kiss yet. You began to move on his lap. “Don’t start something you're not gonna finish” He said out of breath. You smiled “Didn’t you pay me to do this?” You question him. Moving you into his hardened dick. “Fuck keep going” he moaned. You continued dry humping him. He helps onto your waist making you even harder. The fiction you began to feel. He let go of your waist, he then unzipped his pants letting he harden dick out. “Fuck, look how hard I am for Y/N.” your hands meet his harden dick. You slowly moved your hand up and down. He hiss at your actions. “Look at you wrapped around my finger. Are you gonna cum for me?” He chuckled. He grabs your hand. “You think you have me wrapped around your finger. By the end of the night you’ll be the one begging.” His words sent a chill down your back. “Now continue what you were doing, I told you not to start something you can’t finish Y/N” you went back to moving your hands up and down his dick. You watched it twitch in your hands. You move even faster. “Just like that Y/N Keep going.” After a few more strokes, and was ready to come in your hand. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, Put your dirty mouth on my dick, and take every last drop bitch,” You got on your knees putting you mouth his dick. “See, look how pretty you look on your knees.” He grabs your head and pushes you down on his dick. “Shit” he moaned, shooting his hot semen down your throat. Some of it falls down your chin. “Take it all cum slut.” you took every last drop. He whipped the semen off your chin. He pulled his softened dick back into his pants. “Good girl,” he pats the top of hair. “Sir we are here” The driver said. “Thank you and can you tell them to get my room ready please” The man nodded his head yes, and you two made it out of the car. You two walked to big grand doors and it was opened by one of his maids. “Woah, this place is huge” you were shocked at how big it was. “You’re so cute” he smiled and held onto your hand guiding you to his room. At least

that's what you thought it was. “Get on the bed.” he said, a little demanding. Of course followed his instructions . “Good girl” he said, pulling his tie loose. He then took off his suit jack and shoes, only leaving his pants. “Get on all fours for me” You got on all fours with your butt in the air. Your back faced him so you didn’t know what he was gonna do next. You can feel the bed dip. He pulled his tie around your eye causing you to gasp. He raised your dress up over your ass. He then pulled your wet panites down you legs. “So fucking wet, you’re just dripping for me.” He slipped one of his fingers into your pussy. He flipped your body over, causing you to fall on pillows that smelled like him. He put one of your legs on his shoulder. He gave your pussy a long lick. Then he starts to sucks on your clit causing you to moan. He pushes a second finger into you going in and out. He held on to your thigh, so your legs wouldn’t close. You put your finger through his soft hair. “That feels so good.” you moaned. He switches his finger out with his tongue, then rubbing his thumb on your clit over and over. Sending you over the eged. You grip onto his hair. “Bambam, I'm gonna cum.” He moved his tongue in and out of your pussy. He felt you clench around his tongue. He pulled away still rubbing his thumb on your clit. “Are you gonna cum?” He said pinching your clit. “I want you to beg for it.” “Please bambam I need to come” you whined. “I told you’ll be the one begging.” a dark chuckle came from his lips. That made you even more eager to come in his mouth. He then went back inside you with his tongue. He started back rubbing your clit. “I’m gonna come bambam” you whined, and came in his mouth. You sighed out of pleasure. You can hear the zipper of his pants. He slowly starts to rub his dick through your wet folds. “So wet for me, you're just such a slut. Want all my dick” you whimper. Without a warning he rammed into. “Ah, Fuck” he graoned. “So fucking tight” He thrusted into you over and over hitting all the right spots. “Fuck am gonna cum agained.” he huffed. You clenched around his dick. “Fuck baby” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum again too” you moaned. He kissed you on your lips while still thrusting into you. He pulled his tie off your eyes. The light in the room was dimmed. “I want you to come all over this dick.” He rubbed your clit. “Fuck Bambam” that sent you over edge. You squirted right on his dick. He soon pulled out and came all on you, some almost shooting on your face. “Damn” he groaned. “That was amazing, let's clean you up.” Like and reblog.

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hotmesshapa · 4 years ago

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VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin @jungkooksbroski

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.”

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately both of you have been wanting to do this.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

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cherrywoes · 4 years ago

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— 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊.

— 𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓬𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓾𝓶.

"SO, WHAT DO YOU think?" Your friend's voice was drowned out by the music blasting from the speakers. Neon lights pulsed to the bass of Chase Atlantic's "Swim", a song that had been put into your playlist only recently. "Cool, right?"

You reached up and adjusted the neck of your shirt. "Yeah, a bit cold though—are all strip clubs like this?"

When you had accepted the job to make some extra cash to squeeze you through the last semester of college, it had been a no brainer. The Valeria was one of the most prominent clubs in Eden, frequented by both angels and demons alike, contrary to what your adopted parents had told you when you were nineteen. You lucked out with your best friend being the owner of the establishment.

"Yeah, the cold keeps people from getting sleepy and wanting to go home which, in turn, encourages them to spend more money." Kiyoko shrugged and you laughed at her nonchalant tone. "Anyway, the girls are rehearsing before the night starts. There's a fight club down the street and a lot of the fighters like to pop in when their adrenaline's high."

"I bet it doesn't hurt that some of them won cash," you joked lightly. "Devils or angels?"

"Both. Just keep an eye out for our regulars. Lev will point them out to you." Kiyoko pointed to the desk manager who, even from your distance, seemed to be a lanky giant. He waved when you looked over. "He's harmless. A bit tone deaf, but harmless. If you ever need help just go to him."

"Gotcha." You waved back tentatively and looked to the stage where girls were practicing and laughing. "So, do I go over there or…?"

Kiyoko shook her head and pointed to the bar. "No, I'm starting you off at the bar. You were a pretty good bartender from what I remember so you can do what you're familiar with."

Your relief was palpable. "Thanks, Kiyoko. I don't think dancing is what I'm good at anyway."

"You're welcome. Let me know if you want to back out, okay?" She crossed her arms. "A lot of the customers can be a bit… much."

"It's okay, I've dealt with rude customers before," you reassured her. "I'll just be making drinks right?"

"Yeah, but the uniform is pretty revealing. Just be careful."

Kiyoko wasn't lying. When she finally left you to get ready, you discovered the level of skimpiness with your own eyes.

It was, in a sense, just a plain black bikini with a crystal body harness for taste. That might not have been so bad if it hadn't been made deliberately a size too small and threatened to show your assets if you even breathed wrong. While the body harness was flattering to your curves, you couldn't help but be nervous by the amount of skin you were showing.

Paired with black strappy heels, you looked like you had stepped right out of a Maxim magazine. That was probably what Kiyoko had intended.

With a sigh, you exited the bathroom and headed towards the bar. Lev flagged you down before you could get there, though, and curious, you approached him, an unintentional sway in your step from the heels.

"Hey, [Name]! I'm Lev, nice to meet you." He offered his hand and you shook it, afraid to be seen as rude if you didn't. "Kiyoko forgot to give you your ID so I dug one out from the storage room. Don't lose it."

He handed you a lanyard with a plastic card on it. It was a generic identification card with nothing special about it, except your name taped to the top part on a sticker.

"Thanks." Lev smiled at you and you couldn't help but notice the peculiar color of his eyes and hair. "If it's okay to ask, Lev, are you…?"

"Human? Nope." He snickered at the look on your face. "Don't look so scared, it's fine. I'm a devil. Kiyoko recruited me when fighting didn't pan out for me."

"So that's common among your… kind?" This was all so new to you. You reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Lev tracked the movement idly, as if he couldn't help it. "Fighting, I mean."

"Yeah. Devils are notorious for their high tempers," he explained. "Fighting usually helps that. Or sex, but that's a personal preference. You might get propositioned a few times but that's normal."

"I see." You rubbed your elbows and rocked back on your heels. "Is there anything I should be worried about?"

"Not really. Just stay away from the Aoba Johsai devils if you can. They're pretty obvious and travel in a tight knit group. The only trustworthy person in it is Iwaizumi Hajime, I'd say, so you can serve him." Lev shrugged. "Though he's not coming in on your shift. There's a lot of fights going on tonight."

"Okay. Thanks, Lev."

"No problem."

Your first night as bartender went without a hitch, unless you counted the few guys who hit on you every chance they got. It wasn't rowdy, which you assumed was from the fights going on, and you managed to clock out with a decent paycheck and a tiredness that was seeping into your bones.

As you walked out the front doors, waving goodbye to Lev—he seemed nice enough, regardless, and you needed new friends in Eden now that you were taking online classes—you stepped out into what you could only guess was the line to the fight club.

It ran almost two blocks, people wearing unusual chic clothes to watch someone's face get beaten in. The line consisted primarily of girls, you noticed, and adjusted the straps of your gym bag on your shoulder.

You prepared to turn on your heel and head to your apartment in North Eden, where the humans lived, when something told you to turn around and check out the fight club. It wasn't as if you had anything to do at the moment, and your classes had been delayed for next week due to the school's security issues. You would be bored out of your mind at home, you knew, but you side eyed the line and the multiple people lining it.

Maybe not…

"You must be [Name]."

You jumped in fright when the doors opened behind you. Reflexively, you made a first, but when you saw the familiar face of the girl who had been on stage, you sighed in relief. "Sorry. I'm just jumpy."

"That's fine." She smiled to reveal perfect white teeth. Her hair made you sick with envy; long, auburn curls that dangled down to her hips in thick ringlets. "I'm Lulu. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself inside."

"No, no it's okay. You were practicing." You smiled in return. Then, you pointed to the line of people. "Are they always this long?"

"To Yulara?" Lulu inquired. "Yeah. The lines depend on the fighters. They have an elite lineup tonight. Why? Did you want to go?"

She took the sheepish expression that crawled over your face as an affirmative.

"Alright. Come on." Lulu linked her arm through yours and, with little difficulty, began skipping through the line. People parted like the dead sea for her and you were just dragged along for the ride. "I'll get you in. Consider it a welcome gift!"

"Are you sure we should be skipping these people?"

"Of course. We work at Valeria; we have VIP passes," Lulu replied cheerfully. At the front of the line was a bouncer dutifully checking people in and stamping their wrists with ultraviolet ink. "Hey, Aone! This is [Name]. She's new and wanted to see the fights."

You expected him to be suspicious of you. He was quite intimidating, eyes narrowed and his height did nothing but terrify you. Instead, with a quick movement, he marked your wrist and sent you inside.

Lulu grinned. "Thanks, Aone. I'll see you when I get home."

Bewildered, you glanced between her and the now blushing male, then back to Lulu. She shrugged and put a finger over her lips. You mimed zipping yours in response.

Lulu escorted you down a flight of stairs that led into a wide open room filled with people. In the center was a circle of wire and fence, keeping what looked like a pit closed off. You could only guess that's where there were people fighting.

"This is where I leave you." She patted your back. "Have fun! Don't drink the wine though, people always roofie it before the fights start."

"Oh. Okay." You smiled. "Thanks again."

"No problem." With a wave she retreated back up the stairs.

You took a deep breath and looked back towards the ring, your curiosity taking over. Clutching your gym bag, you began to pave your way through the crowd, unaware of the familiar face flashing across an LED screen over the door.

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cocobeanncteez · 5 years ago

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HENDERY- All I Want is You (One-shot)

Genre: Smut, fluff.

Words: 5K

The luxury nightclub and bar was extremely packed today. People were watching the beautiful view from the 32nd floor of the hotel, drinking, smoking cigarettes and hookah, making out, grinding on each other, dancing the night away—the usual stuff you see at clubs like these. Saturday nights were your favorite because that's when you earned a lot of money.

Being a stripper in the biggest and most luxurious club in China had a lot of pros. You were the best and highest paid stripper at your club, and you loved your job cause you were able to make so much money easily. Your managers, Ten and Kun, were your best friends, so when you told them that you didn't want to do any private strip shows, they agreed. You were lucky that this club had strict rules and amazing security. Plus, they took such good care of all their strippers.

"Coco!" you heard Ten call out your stripper name. "You're up next so hurry up!" You nodded as you took three shots and quickly put on your black stilettos and eye-mask. You made your way to the stage, watching your colleague finish up. She gave you a high-five before you got on stage, hearing the crowd cheer for you over the loud music. You moved your body gracefully around the pole under the flashing red lights, losing yourself to the beats of the music. You first took off your lace top and then your denim shorts, leaving yourself only in your signature black dragon appliqué teddy and your stilettos-that was the maximum you were allowed to strip to. After a good twenty minutes of dancing, you got off the stage, catching your breath and panting.

"Y/N! You were amazing as always!" Kun said, pulling you into a brotherly hug. "Do you have some energy left?"

"A little," you answered, dabbing your sweat with a wet cloth. "Why? Do you want me to go up again?" you asked, secretly hoping he'd say no cause you wanted to go home and get some sleep.

"No, no," he said and you mentally sighed in relief. "I actually wanted you to do a... private show for someone," he said hesitantly, shifting his gaze away from you.

You raised an eyebrow. "You know I don't do private shows. Why don't you ask someone else?"

"Well, he specifically asked for you. Plus, he paid twenty thousand yuan for it so-"

"What?!" you cut him off, your eyes widening in shock. "Twenty thousand?!"

"Yeah, he's a really rich businessman and he's your age."

You gasp in disbelief. "He's only nineteen?!"

Kun nodded."Twenty, actually. Now, will you do it?"

You agreed to do it, not cause you were going to get paid a ton, but cause you were quite curious and interested to see who this young man was who was paying a fuck lot just to personally see you strip in a private room.

"Okay, but if he tries touching me or something-" you start while putting on your clothes, but Kun stops you mid-sentence. "Then you can kick him in the balls and come tell me so I can chuck him out of the club. Simple, Y/N."

You just nod. "Which room?" you ask, fixing your hair and makeup.

"Wong Hendery, VIP room 3," Kun says. "Of course it's the VIP room, why'd I even ask," you say, rolling your eyes, making Kun chuckle.

You made your way to the said room, feeling a little nervous. You've never done a private show for anyone before and you had no idea why this guy couldn't ask for another stripper. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and entering when you heard the young businessman yell out a "come in."

You closed the door and turned to approach him, stopping in your tracks at the sight of him.

He looked like a fucking Prince.

You had to blink thrice to make sure that you weren't dreaming and he was real and live in front of your eyes. His dark brown hair was parted to the side and he was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. Hendery kept his gaze on you as he took a sip of his alcohol, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as the liquid ran down his throat.

"Come sit," he said in a deep voice that made you get goosebumps. He patted the space beside him on the white leather sofa. You obeyed and sat next to him, keeping a short but good distance between you and him. "What can I do for you?" you ask, scanning his beautiful face curiously.

Hendery smirked, making your heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush so I'll get straight to the point. I want you to be my girlfriend for a while. I'll pay you for it as well. It's cause my parents are forcing me to get married and won't stop until I have a girlfriend."

You choked on nothing in particular and your eyes widened. "U-Um, what?"

"Oh, did I startle you? My apologies, I shouldn't have been so straight forward," he mumbled politely, giving you a worried look while you just stared at him in disbelief.

"I... no, I'm sorry, you just caught me off guard," you say, mentally cursing yourself to try and get your shit together. "Why me, a stripper, when you could get pretty much any other decent girl to do that?"

"Cause there's something about you that has me so drawn to you, and besides, I know why you work as a stripper," he answers softly, taking a sip of his drink.

You freeze, processing his words. "You... know why I... work as a stripper...?" You were sure only Kun and Ten knew the reason.

He nods. "My mother owns the hospital your little sister is admitted in, Y/N. So yeah, I've seen you a couple of times there." You smile sadly at the mention of your beloved eleven year old sister who was currently battling leukemia. Your parents passed away a year ago when you were just eighteen. Your relatives didn't even want to have anything to do with you and your sister. You couldn't afford to go to college and pay for your ill sister's expensive treatment, so you had no choice but to become a stripper to get money faster.

"So, would you do me the honor, princess?" Hendery asks with a breathtaking smile. You thought about it for a second before nodding. You just have to act as his girlfriend right? What's the worse that could happen?

"So, Mr. Wong, you paid a fuck ton for half an hour, just to ask me to do you a favor?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," he chuckles before smirking. "You can call me Hendery, Y/N."

You just nodded. "Well, since we're here, I'll give you a little show."

"I know you don't do private shows. I don't mind one, but I really don't want you to feel uncomfortable," he says softly, making your heart swell at his thoughtfulness. He was such a gentleman.

"I insist," you say honestly with a smile. "I don't want to earn money like that without doing anything."

He just nods with a smile, watching you get up and walk over to the pole.

You start moving your body around the pole, getting higher up on it. You swayed your body a little more sexier than usual, taking off the first article of clothing slowly, revealing your cleavage. You glance at Hendery who was staring at you with hooded eyes. God, just the sight of him got you so wet. You took off your shorts, leaving yourself in your teddy. You made your way towards him, pulling him up to his feet from the sofa, and making him sit on a chair. You swayed your hips as you moved around him, stroking his arms from behind. You could tell that he works out from his hard flexed muscles. You let your hands roam from the visible curves of your lower ass, all the way to your hair, before squatting down and letting your legs open wide in front of him. You could see his hard bulge straining through his jeans. You touched your clothed core before standing up and straddling his lap, never breaking the eye contact. You dragged your hip along his thigh, grinding down hard on his crotch, causing both of you to moan at the friction. "Fuck, baby," Hendery grunted, throwing his head back. You took his hands and placed them on your ass as you continued grinding down on his length. A knock on the door interrupted you. "Time's up!" you heard Kun say through the door and you mentally pouted in disappoinment. Hendery chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "Do you wanna come over?" he asked sweetly. "Just to talk about everything, of course. I just want to know you better." You nodded eagerly, removing your eye-mask and going to collect your belongings from your locker in the changing rooms, before taking a shower and changing into a flowy dress. You said a quick goodbye to Ten and Kun before skipping to Hendery's side.

"Wow," you whispered, staring at the beautiful view of Beijing at night from Hendery's balcony on the last floor. You were surprised to find that he lived in the same apartment complex as you. There were eight apartment blocks; you lived in the 4th block and he lived in the 7th.

"Enjoying the view?" you heard Hendery ask from behind you. You turned around to look at him, fresh from the shower, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank that clung to his toned body. God, he still looked amazing in something as simple as this.

"Yeah, the view is beautiful," you say, staring at him. He smiled and nodded, not noticing that the 'view' you referred to was actually him.

"I got some food from the club, let's eat," he said, getting plates and cutlery, setting them down on the small dining table.

You both ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging a few sentences here and there.

"Wine's okay with you?" he asked after you finished eating and you nodded with a smile. "Yeah, wine is my favorite."

You both sat on his sofa, drinking and talking about your pasts, how life is at present, and what you want to do in the future. He was so easy to get along with; he made you feel so comfortable. After an hour, you were giggling uncontrollably at pretty much everything he said, clearly drunk. Hendery, on the other hand, was sober enough. He had good alcohol tolerance, unlike you. At some point, you were in his arms, nearly passing out from how sleepy you were. You felt him lift you up bridal-style and carry you to a room, gently laying you down on the bed and putting a blanket over you. The last thing you heard him say was "goodnight, beautiful," before he switched off the lights.

A month passed and you and Hendery were super close. He was really caring and considerate, and had such a wonderful personality. He had a great sense of humor as well. You learned that his father was the founder and CEO of Wong Enterprises Inc. and dealt with the main branch in Macau, while Hendery took care of the branch here in Beijing.

You were on your way to his company's luxury building, excited to hear the news he was planning on telling you today.

"Good morning, is Mr. Wong in his office?" you ask the receptionist.

"May I know your name?" she asked.

"Lin Y/N."

"Ah, Ms. Lin! He's currently in a meeting, but he told me to tell you to wait in his office once you arrive," she informed with a smile. "You can take the elevator to the 28th floor." You nod and thank her, before taking the elevator.

Hendery's private office was impressive, having floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the Hai River. You took a seat on the black leather sofa, scrolling through your social media while you waited for him.

"Hey, I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Hendery said politely, placing his laptop on his desk. You noticed that he was pretty tired and stressed.

"Not long, I got here a while ago," you say, keeping your phone away. "Bad meeting?"

"Yeah, it was so difficult to deal with those people," he says with a sigh, taking off his blazer and loosening his tie. He laid down on the couch with his head on your lap. "They disagreed with almost everything my team and I said. So annoying!"

You ran your hands through his soft brown hair, knowing that it would calm him. After a few minutes, he suddenly sat up with a huge ear-to-ear grin on his face, forgetting that he was annoyed a moment ago. "I almost forgot! You're my date for the business ball tomorrow night, Y/N!" he said cheerfully like a child.

"A business ball? I've never been to one, of course. What do I have to do?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

"You don't have to do anything," he chuckles, "You just have to stand beside me while I introduce you as my girlfriend to various people."

"Put these on," she said, handing you a gown, wedges, and some jewelry. After you wore the gown, you gasped. It was absolutely beautiful. It was an off-shoulder navy blue mermaid gown that hugged your curves perfectly.

"Wow," you whispered, staring at yourself in the mirror. Hendery hired a professional makeup artist to do your makeup and hair. She did a simple yet elegant look on you, and curled your hair.

"Mr. Wong had it custom made for you," she said with a smile, making you gasp and blush. "He did?"

"Yes," she chuckled before helping you wear the jewelry and making sure everything was in place.

You were meeting Hendery directly at the venue as he had an important meeting. As soon as you stepped out of the car he sent for you, you felt really nervous.

But once you saw him standing at the top of stairs, looking like an absolute Prince in his black Louis Vuitton suit, you didn't feel nervous anymore.

You made your way up to him, never breaking the eye contact. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. "You look stunning, Ms. Lin."

You blushed, feeling the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. "Thank you, you do too, Mr. Wong." He chuckled and took your hand, leading you inside.

Your eyes widened when you saw how big the hall was. There were a lot of people, certainly more than you expected. You noticed several people were looking at you, obviously wondering who you were. You started to feel a little insecure, wondering if you looked good enough next to Hendery. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Hendery say, "Yeah, this is my girl. Y/N, this is Wong Lucas and his girlfriend, Song Yuqi."

"Hello," you say politely, shaking both of their hands. Lucas looked like as if he was perfectly sculpted by the Greek Gods, and so did Yuqi.

"Ah, I see finally my baby brother got some good taste. The previous one was seriously such a bitch," Lucas said, grinning from ear to ear. You chuckled at that, remembering how a drunk Hendery ranted about his materialistic ex-girlfriend.

"Baby brother?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we're cousins," Lucas said, making you mentally agree that they were seriously blessed with amazing genes. "I'm not surprised that he didn't tell you."

"I didn't cause I knew you would meet her today," Hendery said with a shrug.

After many more introductions and small conversations, some businessmen were talking to Hendery while you conversed with Yuqi and Lucas. Lucas even invited you for his birthday party next week. You excused yourself to go get a drink after you exchanged numbers with the couple.

You made small talk with two women at the bar while you sipped on delicious aged wine. You noticed Hendery was at the other side of the hall, talking to another girl. He looked like he was stuck and fed-up, so you immediately made your way towards him.

"Hey, love, I was searching for you," you say and peck his lips-for the very first time- right in front of the girl. Of course, sober you wouldn't do that as much as you wanted to.

Hendery was shocked, but he played it cool, masking his shock perfectly. "Hey, babe," he smiled, eyes sparkling.

"Hendery, who is she?" the girl asked, clearly annoyed, folding her hands over her chest and looking at you in disgust.

"I'm his girlfriend, are you blind?" you roll your eyes at her, intertwining your hand with his. The girl just gave you a sharp death glare and left, making Hendery chuckle.

"Thanks for saving me," he smirked, "You know, you're so cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," you lied.

"You are."

"Nope."

"Admit it."

"Okay, fine, a little," you say with a pout, immediately giggling after that.

Hendery could immediately make out that you were getting a little drunk. "How much did you drink, Y/N?"

"I don't know," you answer, "Maybe three or four glasses? The wine was amazing."

He shook his head, letting out a chuckle that sounded like music to your ears. "We're leaving now. I'm driving," he said, taking your hand and pulling you outside.

"Thanks for dropping me home, Hendery," you giggle, holding onto the bedroom door.

"We're actually in my apartment, but yeah, it's yours too," he said with a grin.

Your back pressed against the bedroom door, and you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. He visibly gulped, making you smirk at the effect you had on him for something as small as this. "Have I have told you that you look like an absolute God?"

He laughed, amused at how different and random you are when drunk. "You did now."

"It's hard to believe that you exist," you giggle, caressing the soft skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "You're ethereal, Hendery."

He chuckles, cheeks turning into a shade of pink. You loved seeing him get all flustered, knowing that you were the reason.

Your eyes scanned every inch of his perfect face before landing on his plump pink lips. You involuntarily licked your own lips, catching Hendery's attention. His eyes darted between your lips and your eyes.

You pulled him closer and finally crashed your lips onto his. Hendery kissed you back immediately, hands moving to your waist. Your hands were in his soft hair, tugging on it. You broke the kiss and moved your lips along his sharp jawline before settling on his neck, sucking and biting the soft skin, leaving a pretty purplish-red mark. Hendery's grip on your waist tightened as you brought your lips back onto his.

"Get me out of this," you whined against his lips, referring to your gown.

"As much as I'd love to, I can't do that today," Hendery said, leaning his forehead against yours.

You frown, slightly hurt from the rejection. "Why?"

"You're drunk," he stated softly, "I won't take advantage of you, baby."

"Okay," you whisper, feeling the butterflies go insane with that one simple word: baby.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" he said and kissed your forehead.

You woke up hungover and slightly startled at the fact that you were in Hendery's bed, clad with only your panties and his t-shirt. You downed the pills he left for you on his beside table before you made your way to his bathroom. You had a few of your toiletries here from all the sleepovers you've had at Hendery's apartment, despite living in the same area.

After you took a shower and finished your morning routine, you pulled on one of Hendery's hoodies, tying your hair into a messy bun. You went to the living room where Hendery was watching TV.

"Good morning," he said with his usual bright smile, looking at you from head to toe. He loved seeing you in his clothes. "Slept well?"

"Yeah," you said, sitting beside him on the couch. He handed you a granola bar after unwrapping it.

That's when you noticed the nice big mark on his neck.

"Who gave you that?" you asked, feeling quite hurt.

"What? Oh, this," he says, pointing to the hickey, "You, of course."

Your eyes widened. "What? Me...?" You felt the heat rise up to your cheeks.

"You don't remember what happened last night," Hendery stated with a playful smile.

"No..." you murmur, leaning back on the couch as Hendery came closer and closer to you until he was hovering over you.

"Well, let me show you," he smirks sexily, before crashing his lips onto yours.

You kissed him back immediately, your hands involuntarily moving around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to you.

After a minute, he broke the kiss and sat up, pulling you onto his lap.

"Do you remember now?" He whispered.

"No," you say, straddling his lap and pressing your lips to his. He was extremely shocked at your unexpected bold move, considering you were a hundred percent sober right now.

His hands slipped under his hoodie that you were wearing, feeling the bare skin of your abdomen, before smiling when he noticed that you had no bra on. He rolled your nipples with his thumbs, causing you to grind on his hard on. He moaned into the kiss, and you took that opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. His hands moved down your body to grab your ass as you continued grinding on him. You moaned when he started helping you move faster on him, loving the friction. He broke the kiss, squeezing your ass as his face scrunched up, releasing himself in his sweatpants with the sweetest sound you've ever heard.

His hands toyed with the waistband of your panties as he looked up at you for approval. You nod and he wastes no time in pushing them to the side, slipping a finger into your soaking core. You gasp when he adds another finger, feeling your walls immediately clench around it. He moves his fingers in and out of you, watching how you moan and scrunch your eyes at the feeling.

"I'm c-close," you moan out, grinding onto his fingers. He pumps faster and rubs your clit in circular motions, making you throw your head back, moaning loudly, as you cum all over his fingers.

He never broke the eye-contact as he slid his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, licking them clean.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed from what just took place. He chuckled as he kissed your head. "Stay here, I'm gonna go wash up."

You were having dinner at a luxurious hotel, celebrating Xuxi's birthday. You noticed that Hendery was fidgeting around a lot. Of course, you knew why.

The moment he saw you step out of Yuqi's room after she did your hair and makeup, wearing a short tight black dress that revealed a good amount of skin, you knew he was whipped and wanted to fuck you right there.

He was trying to be patient, but his patience was running out fast.

Finally, after everyone finished dinner and said their goodbyes, Hendery took your hand and pulled you to the elevator of the hotel to go to your room. Lucas had booked a room for you guys, saying that it was his birthday tradition to stay a night in a hotel. Hendery unlocked the door with the room key, closing it behind him and pushing you against it once you both took your respective footwear off.

"You drive me fucking crazy, princess. I want you so bad. Fuck, all I want is you."

"I'm all yours," you whisper, looking up at him through your long lashes. He took your hand and led you to the bed, settling in the middle and pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling his lap. He pulled you down to his level and crashed his lips onto yours. God, he was an amazing kisser. He sat up, never breaking the kiss, so that you could take off his leather jacket and his t-shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled your dress off, leaving you in just a pair of your thin lace panties. He broke the kiss to look at your almost naked body for the first time. "You're so beautiful," he whispers in amazement, eyes full of love. You loved how his eyes roamed all over your body.

"Can I touch you, Y/N?" he asks and you immediately approve. "Yes, please."

His hands cupped your boobs before one of them trailed to your dripping core. He moved his index finger over the wet patch of the thin lace, his eyes widened. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet for me," he says, pecking your lips.

"I want to ride you now," you say before unzipping his jeans and pulling it down with his briefs. He kicked them off and cursed when he felt your warm hands on his hard length, stroking him.

"Are you sure? I haven't prepped you."

"I'm alright."

"I don't have a condom on me, so I'm going to have to pull out. Is that okay with you, princess?" he asks and you nod before lining him up with your entrance and immediately sinking down on him.

It had been so long since you had sex, so the stretch was a little painful. He grunted loudly, feeling your walls clench around him. "Fuck, you're so tight!" you smirked at his words as you slowly began to bounce on him, feeling the pain turn to pleasure. He loved the way your boobs bounced and the way you threw your head back, moaning his name. He grabbed your ass, helping you move faster and harder on him. "Fuck, baby, you take me so well!"

He sat up, still moving you on him, until your boobs were right in front of his pretty face. He kissed the space between your breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently and licking it, while rolling your other nipple, making you moan loudly. You fingers found your way to his hair, tugging on it. He left your nipples for your soft lips, kissing you hungrily. A particular thrust made you moan and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands massaged your boobs, before he broke the kiss.

"Come for me, babygirl," he says, rolling your clit in circular motions with his thumb. Your legs begin to shake and you feel yourself approaching your high.

"Hendery! Fuck!" you yell, throwing your head back as you came all over Hendery's cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before he flipped you onto your back and pulled out, spilling his cum on your stomach. He pumped himself a few more times, milking himself dry before he collapsed on you. He looked up at you and smirked at your fucked-out expression.

He leaned in to kiss you gently, stroking your cheeks with his thumb. "That was amazing," he says with a breathtaking smile, making the butterflies in your stomach turn wild. You hum in approval, running your hand through his messy hair.

"I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow. But for now, shower with me?" he asks cutely, and of course, you couldn't say no.

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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FFT: f--k you and the horse you rode in on; adam page [m]

Notes:

originally sent to me by @vonschweetz on snarkandsarcasmwrites which I’m turning into my main now, i chose to post this here on it’s own little post. This is my Ivy and Adam universe, but it’s the What If’s version, not to be confused with the Wild Side version. Yes, they are different. whew- that was a mouthful.

Summary:

Ivy and Adam run into each other again after years of being apart. There’s hurt there. Will they work through their pain or make things messier by having a one night stand and going their separate ways all over again? Alternate chapter / universe /ending to What If’s.

Warning:

FEELTH. unprotected sex, strip club vip room mention, body fluids, exotic dancer OFC. Alcohol tw.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Ivy Barlow.

“Hey, how much you think it’ll cost to hire one of the girls to come n’ dance for me for the night?” Adam’s tone was smooth as the whiskey he was pouring into his glass as he asked the club manager.

He felt so sleazy doing it because he never did it, but tonight was a really, really bad night. When he was lonely and just… Craving intimacy. Craving her, the one that got away all those years ago. The need to feel less alone outweighed the sleazy thing he was doing. He tried to justify his trip to this seedy little club on the Strip as him paying someone who might actually need the money versus just settling for some buckle bunny and having to deal with the fallout later. Either way, he found himself thinking as he solemnly slammed back the fifth of whiskey, it’s still sleazy and it ain’t you.

But bein alone tonight is somethin I don’t wanna do. I can’t do it. I know where my mind’s gonna go. It’s gonna go to Ivy n’ the way things played out. I’m gonna wind up exhausting all the what could’ve beens and what if’s and maybe’s until it drives me insane…

As he weighed his decision against the way it made him feel sleazy, blue eyes lazily roamed the dimly lit strip club and when he saw her -the exact reason he’d been driven to seek out the comfort of a stranger tonight, his entire body tensed and he coughed. His eyes locked on her, watching the way she grinded and wrapped herself around that silver pole. A shiver passed through him that went straight to his cock and settled, making it stand at attention and push firmly against the zip of his jeans. The manager noticed his intent stare and chuckled. “Oh, she’s gonna cost ya, cowboy. She’s gonna cost ya real good. That’s one of the best girls I got, man. And she just recently started workin as one of my girls upstairs in VIP too… So yer in luck. If you got the cash and she agrees to a few hours with ya, of course.”

“Is she… Is she available? You think she’d agree, I mean?” Adam was in disbelief at the fact that he’d even asked that. And in disbelief that the girl he loved years ago was working in a place like this as a dancer.

His eyes shifted from the manager to the way she peeled off a pair of painted on leather chaps, tossing them to the side. It left her in a pair of skimpy high cut black leather Brazillian cut panties. He shifted in his seat as he felt his hardened member twitch and strain even harder against the heavy dark denim covering it. He wished he’d gone for wearing underwear, but wearing them all night during the rodeo earlier left him chafed enough.

The club owner eyed the pile of winnings in his hand and chuckled, giving a half-assed shrug. “Dunno, Hangman. Why don’t you walk over n’ ask her, hmm?” was asked as the man nodded in her direction.

Her dance had just ended, she was leaving the center stage, slinking towards where Adam sat talking to the club owner. At first, she didn’t bother looking at him, instead she addressed the club owner.

“Got anything for me tonight, Slade?”

“Got ya a cowboy, Ivy.” Slade chuckled and gave a nod to Adam who stood nearby, lingering with his eyes darting all over the place. Slade could tell the guy wasn’t used to doing this, it almost made him want to laugh. But sooner or later, all of the cowboys and wannabe rockstars that came out to Vegas wound up at one of these establishments.

Ivy gave a soft laugh. “They all think they’re cowboys or rockstars out here, Slade. Cash up front, right? And the usual, a few private dances, the VIP treatment.”

Adam couldn’t stop staring at her. As a result, he wound up overpouring the whiskey and it wound up soaking through his jeans. He coughed to sort of get her attention and the second her eyes locked on him she blinked.

Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard, raising a hand to drag it through her hair. She hadn’t said anything. As soon as Adam said her name, she eyed him and all those emotions in her eyes just seconds before vanished. She’d always been good at shutting down. Apparently, she’d just gotten better at it.

“Well if it ain’t West Virginia’s favorite cowboy… what brings you out to Vegas, hmm?” Ivy kept her best neutral tone as she said it, keeping her distance from Adam. She hadn’t back then and she’d wound up falling too hard. She still hadn’t gotten over him, even now, years later.

Adam swallowed hard and he took a deep breath. “Rodeo’s in town. I thought you were out in Florida. Heard you married yourself some soap opera guy.”

“Annulled, actually.” Ivy shifted her feet and nudged the club owner, getting him off to the side. “I can’t do this, Slade. Not with him. You’re the one who makes the rules here, Slade, not me.. No personal ties. Hands off and all that, remember?”

“He’s the only taker you got tonight, Ivy. And poor idiot literally just gave me his entire nights winnings. This could be good for the club and you, lil bit. It’s your call this time. You’re one of my best girls, I trust ya.” Slade gave her a wink and Ivy blew at her bangs, thinking it over. Slade did have a point.

“Yeah, well..” Ivy trailed off as she remembered the debt on her grandparent’s ranch and the cost of hiring hands to pitch in when needed. She found herself thinking about her own potential business venture she was saving up for, re-opening her grandmother’s diner in town, and she found herself thinking about her savings. She sighed and swore to herself under her breath, dragging long and delicate fingers through light caramel colored locks. “Fine. I’ll do it. But he better have money because I’m charging double. If he’s such hot shit on the pro circuit right now, why the hell wouldn’t he just pick up a fuckin bunny at the show?”

Adam overheard most of the conversation and spoke up. “Didn’t wanna.” he barely met Ivy’s gaze and when he did manage to meet it, Ivy found herself cringing at the icy look in his eyes. Adam’s jaw tightened and he started to protest, but when he tried, no words would come.

“But you’re here… at a club paying enough cash for an all night private session upstairs…” Ivy’s brow quirked and she eyed him while smirking. “Either way, stud. you’re on the clock. Let’s just get this over with.” no matter how hard she tried to keep up that all business facade, she was starting to feel it crack. She was starting to feel fidgety under his intent -and cold, stare and she found herself jittery. She knew he was standing there, most likely judging her. He was the one who hadn’t tried to respond to her whenever she did try to reach out. He was the one who never came for her, despite his promise that he’d never let anything happen to tear them apart. He was the one who went off and got all famous from the looks of it.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Ivy Jane.” Adam snapped as calmly as possible as he tore his eyes off of her and stared down at his mud covered Ariats.

“I never said it was nice to see you the first time, Mr. Page.” Ivy responded in a chilled tone as she turned on her heels and started to slink towards the back of the club, to the stairs that lead up to a second floor of the place. A place where few ever got access to.

Adam stopped her halfway up the stairs. “You got no right t’ be angry at me, Ivy Jane. You’re the one who left.” he practically growled the words as he gripped her wrist, staring up at her. Right now he was hurt and confused and so fucking bitter. Everything conspired against them, it always had from the beginning. Their families hadn’t gotten along and constantly butted in and kept them apart mostly, but what was really making him angry was that standing here in the stairwell now, with her right in front of him, was that he was clearly seeing that they’d both had chances. And neither of them had tried or fought, they’d both been too scared to just cut off their families and rely on each other. … we were kids then, though… Adam tried to remind himself, neither of us felt like we had a choice… And not only that, he could just look at her and tell that somehow, she was hurting and angry and bitter too. And probably full of blame. He had to admit, he was full of it himself because she’d basically disappeared and not once did she try to reach out, not once did she try to contact him and at least give him closure.

“I didn’t have a fucking choice, Adam.” Ivy didn’t mean to say it like she did, she hadn’t meant that little bit of hurt and longing to creep into her voice. She sighed and shook her head. Adam’s shoulders slumped and he muttered an apology. But then the mild anger he felt at finding her again, here of all places, that kicked in and he grabbed hold of her waist, turning her to face him when she faced away and started to walk up the remainder of the stairs.

“The hell are you doin’, anyway? This ain’t you, Ivy Jane. This… This ain’t th’ girl I love.”

“Yeah, well… Shit happens, Adam. I think you meant loved, by the way, because you certainly seem to be acting as if I’m dirt beneath your feet now.” Ivy shrugged it off, trying to make herself forget the way his hands felt all over her or the way it felt to hear his voice again after all this time. Trying to convince herself that he had every chance to come out to Florida and find her after high school and when he didn’t and he chose to go on the rodeo circuit instead, that was her answer as to what he really felt.

“I’m not actin like that, Ivy Jane…But this? This is.. What do you get from it, huh? Because I’m failin to understand it.” Adam ground out through a clenched jaw as he glared down at Ivy.

Ivy glared right back up at him, shaking her head and giving a bitter laugh. “I tried writing you, Adam. I tried calling, I tried everything. I tried to let you know what happened that night. You ignored it. My choices now aren’t really your problem. Not that there’s anything wrong with anything I’m doing. And you’re the one who came in here and paid for an entire night private session upstairs, so what exactly does that say about you, huh?” Ivy snapped right back, her tone growing increasingly bitter.

“I didn’t know what t’ do! You were supposed t’ come meet me n’ leave that night and y’ never showed! What was I suppose t’ do? Just forget ya didn’t show and skipped town and try to pick up where we left off? If I’d ever gotten anything ya sent to begin with! I never heard another word out of you!” Adam exploded before he could stop himself and before he’d fully processed what she said seconds prior. As soon as what she’d just snapped at him really sank in, Adam went quiet.

Ivy’s lip quivered for the smallest of seconds and she tensed all over at the anger in his voice. “I was tryin t’ get ya away from there, darlin. All ya had to do was come to our spot that night, leave with me… I promised to take care of ya. I never woulda broken that promise.” as he felt himself getting angry because until right now, he’d never even stopped to consider that Ivy might have tried reaching out. He got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he knew exactly why he’d never known and he made a firm mental note to talk to his meddling family the next time he got the chance.

Before finally cutting ties, because this was… If what she said was true, and he had no doubt it was because he’d never known Ivy to lie and she looked entirely too… Hurt… Bitter… right now to be lying, either way… this was the straw. This was it, this was too much interference on the part of his family. And probably her own, Adam found himself thinking, because god knows her old man hated me for whatever reason.

It was a lot to take in at once and combined with the raw pain he felt right now at finally seeing Ivy again, which was all he ever really wanted to begin with, he now had to deal with what they’d both become thanks to their families grudge and the way life was shitty and it stacked the deck against them and their love for each other practically from the word go.

“Look. It’s water under the bridge. Obviously, it wasn’t meant to be. Let’s just… Do this and go our separate ways.” Ivy’s voice trembled slightly as she said it, turning the knob to one of the private rooms above the club, opening the door and stepping inside.

But Adam suddenly couldn’t let it go. And thanks to the abundance of alcohol coursing his veins right now, he wasn’t thinking totally clear either. All he did know was that he had one last chance and he was taking it.

Ivy saw that flash in his eyes and before she could even fully process, Adam was pinning her against the wall beside the door and reaching out past her, turning the lock on the door. His mouth crushed against her mouth hungrily, almost greedily and his hands were all over her. Ivy started out with her hand firmly against his chest, hell bent on shoving him away and keeping a safe distance, but Adam wasn’t having it. And by the time Ivy had to catch her breath from the deep and needy and angry biting kiss Adam was pulling her deeper into, the hand against his shirt wound up tangling in it instead. Her other hand seemed to grow a mind of it’s own, reaching up, tugging at the messy ponytail he wore his hair in currently, even though she knew the rules like the back of her hand and she knew that this was a taboo, them kissing in the stairwell like this… As soon as she’d pulled his hair free from the hair tie, the scent of his shampoo mixed with whiskey and sweat filled her nose and a flood of old memories never truly forgotten came flooding back to her in a rush all over again.

Adam’s teeth clamped down on her lower lip, tugging and his fingertips dug into the soft curve of her hips hard enough to leave marks behind, rubbing her against him roughly. “You were supposed to be mine. Not workin here, like this. Not dancin…I was supposed to take care of ya.”

“Adam, don’t… Please… If we start thinking about this…” Ivy pleaded, her hands shaking as she lowered the one tangled in his hair to the belt buckle at his waist, trailing the tip of her finger over the intricate design on the metal and resting her hand over the buckle, tugging him closer. Despite everything inside her telling her that not resisting was a bad idea and doing this was an even worse one, not really talking and getting closure first was probably the WORST decision of the current ones she’d been making tonight, Ivy suddenly didn’t care. Ivy didn’t want to stop or think about what might happen next, she didn’t want to fight against the pull to Adam that came rushing right back all over again when she’d locked eyes with him downstairs. “I don’t wanna think. Or fight.”

Seconds trickled by slowly as she stared up at him, biting her lower lip. Literally every single thing that kept them apart for so long was racing through her brain and she could tell it was eating away at him too. That it probably had been for a long time now. Maybe even as long as it had with her.

“We’re… Not supposed to… Touch. Or you’re not supposed to touch me.” Ivy managed to tear her mouth away from Adam’s again to let him know what was expected. Adam gave a solemn nod and Ivy rose to tiptoe slightly, muttering dangerously close against his lips all over again, “But Slade did say that this was my call… And I…” she trailed off, sighing and shaking her head, gently shoving him back into the chair that stood just behind Adam, slightly off center of the room. Adam’s eyes met hers and he tucked his fingers beneath her chin to hold her eyes on his. “You what, Ivy?”

“I just need you…” as the words left her mouth, Adam just barely ghosted his hands down her sides, sliding her a little closer to him. Ivy whimpered as she felt him straining at the stiff dark blue denim and before she could stop herself, she was rocking herself over the bulge twitching and straining at it. Adam’s head lowered after he met her gaze for a second or two, a questioning look in his eyes as if to ask if what he was about to do was alright. Ivy nodded and rose up slightly, putting her chest eye level with his mouth. All Adam could do was drop his head down, bury his lips in the exposed cleavage peeking out and in his face and let out this frustrated groan against her skin.

None of this was supposed to go this way and it frustrated him that it had. Ivy’s hips moved in a figure 8 and with each brush of soaked black pleather against the crotch of his jeans,Adam’s fingertips dug into her ass just a little more, he was cautious to at least try honoring the no touch rule Ivy warned him about after the kiss broke a few minutes before. Ivy pressed down a little harder, taking shaky breaths, leaning in and ghosting her lips against his own as she muttered softly, “Missed you. I was so afraid I fucked it all up when you didn’t… Come for me.”

Adam broke at her words, a sharp breath as his hands raised, caressing her cheeks, pulling her mouth against his as she continued to ride his lap, grind against his thigh and rub herself against him as much as she could. His tongue slipped past her lips as he muttered quietly into the deepening and dizzying kiss, “Darlin, I didn’t know.. Nobody told me you were tryin to get in touch. I tried to write you too. Tried callin, tried everythin. I never woulda just let ya go if I hadn’t thought.. That was what you wanted. Never.” he stared her down, emphasizing his words with carefully placed kisses against every bit of exposed skin within his reach. And as if it weren’t enough, he tilted her chin, making her look down at him, hands ghosting down her sides, careful to move immediately back to the arm of the chair just to be safe, pouting as he did so. “I really did. I.. I thought not hearin from ya meant you finally couldn’t fight everything against us anymore.”

“Adam, no. No.” Ivy’s mouth nuzzled against his neck as she started to sink down in his lap, making his head fall back and his eyes flutter open and shut. When she started to crawl out of his lap and she settled on her knees between his thighs, he grunted, his hips bucking upward as a helpless and needy whine fell from his mouth. “Ivy, darlin, what…” he felt her hands working his legs open wider, trailing up and down his thighs, gripping as she made her way back up his body and into his lap and turned to face away from him, rocking her ass back and forth over the throbbing bulge strained against rough denim. He hissed and leaned forward, his chest pressing into her back, his hands leaving the arm rest of the chair and lingering on the insides of her thighs as his mouth pressed against the side of her ear, “Missed you so fuckin much, darlin. So much. I never stopped thinkin about you.. Hell, I dream about you every night.” he admitted in a low and husky growl, sending a shiver racing through her that he felt as soon as it did. Ivy’s hands twined with his, ghosting over her body, lingering on her chest, squeezing as she whimpered.

“Oh Adam.” her words caught in her throat and her head fell back, eyes fluttering open and closed.

“Yeah?” Adam whispered back, his lips dancing down the side of her neck and seconds away from snapping. He’d been kept from her too damn long. And he was tired of it. It had to end tonight.

“Take me home… Somewhere. Anywhere.” Ivy muttered quietly, rubbing herself against his lap a little harder and a lot more urgently.

“Can go back t’ my Airstream over at the fairground.” Adam managed to mutter the words as Ivy turned around in his lap. Adam stood, not bothering to put her on her own feet and as he stopped to open the door he mumbled against her neck “There a back way outta here?”

“Yeah.. Go down the hall and take the stairs. It’ll take ya out into the alley.” Ivy breathed into the kiss that she pulled him into feverishly. The door shut behind them and Adam walked down the hall hastily, stopping at the top of the stairs to press her against the wall. Ivy’s legs wrapped around him and she rubbed against him, whimpering and clinging to him, the tips of her fingers digging into his scalp and tugging at his hair, her other hand lightly digging into his shoulder as she attacked his mouth hungrily.

“Fuck.” Adam managed to gasp just as he descended the stairs and fumbled with the handle on the door at the bottom, hurrying to step out into the alley. From there it was a short walk around the building, and after stopping a time or two between the building and the parking lot where his truck sat waiting, they were finally standing beside it. Adam scooped her up, opening the passenger door and sitting her inside, the restrictions of the club and the VIP room gone by now and all he wanted to do was touch her. Feel her body, her mouth against his own, know that he wasn’t imagining it, this was real and they were together again at last.

Logically, he knew they had a lot to talk about, but for tonight, talking was the last thing on his mind. Their lips came apart swollen and bruised and Adam took a long and deep breath just to try calming himself down a little and Ivy’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him back in all over again, taking his face in her hands, pulling his mouth back against hers all over again. “Adam, I..”

The kiss broke and Adam pressed the side of his finger against her lips to stop the flow of her words, pressing his forehead against hers. “Don’t wanna talk, okay? Just.. Don’t wanna think about all the shit that went wrong. Not tonight.”

“I need to say this.” Ivy insisted. Adam bit his lip, his stomach churning nervously as he peered into big brown eyes, waiting, wondering what she had to say so bad that it couldn’t wait. Ivy’s teeth clenched his lower lip and she muttered into heated little kisses against his mouth, “I never stopped loving you, ever. God did I try. I just.. I couldn’t.”

“I know, darlin. I know. I feel the same way.” Adam reassured her, a hand slipping to rest on the back of her neck, pulling her mouth into his completely as his other hand worked up the insides of her thighs, squeezing as he pulled her close again, letting her cling to him. “I gotta drive.”

Ivy gave a soft laugh and nodded, trying to ply herself from his arms. Adam hurried around his truck and climbed inside, starting the engine and taking a side road out of the parking lot because it was shorter than going through town to get back to the fairgrounds. His hand wandered over the console, grabbing for her thigh, squeezing after he’d raised her hand to his lips. Ivy bit her lip, legs falling open ever so slightly. Before Adam could stop himself from doing so, he was growling quietly and shifting in the driver seat, leaning over to whisper boldly against her ear, “We might make it inside. If you’re lucky. Keep it up, Ivy Jane.”

Apparently, she was trying to get herself fucked against the side of his Airstream because her next move was to lean across and ghost her lips up the side of his neck while lowering her hand and slowly moving it up the inside of his thigh, lingering over a now throbbing bulge. His breath caught in his throat and Ivy gently nipped at his earlobe as she giggled almost whisper quiet against it. His hand skimmed along the inside of her thigh, fingertips disappearing beneath the hem of those black pleather hot pants she was wearing. As soon as his fingertip grazed against soaked fabric, he groaned, biting his lip and tried to make himself focus on the road.

As his finger slipped beneath the fabric barrier and slowly slid over her slickened folds, Ivy shivered and a quiet moan escaped her lips. Her hand found it’s way back down to his lap and Ivy stared at him a few seconds, tongue rolling over vibrant red lips.

“What, darlin?”

“Oh, nothin…” Ivy hummed innocently as her fingers tugged at the zip of his jeans, lowering it slowly. Too slow. Adam gripped the wheel and almost as soon as he felt her hand curl around his thick length, pulling it free from his jeans, he took a few long and shaky breaths, sinking into the seat just a little bit. Her tongue trailed slowly over the tip of his member, circling it, then trailing lower, moving down the side of his shaft, trailing it’s veiny length.

“Darlin, fuck.” Adam groaned, thighs tensing at the delicious and slow torment that was her tongue, gliding over his cock. Her lips wrapped around it and his hand tangled in her hair, tugging. The parking lot of the fairground came into sight and Adam let out a long and ragged breath as he felt her mouth latching on greedily, the hum that passed those lips as she bobbed her head up and down sending vibration racing down his length. By the time he got the truck parked and the engine killed, he was white knuckling the steering wheel with one hand and breathing so heavy it almost sounded like he’d ran a marathon. He leaned his head back against the head rest of his seat and bucked his hips against her mouth carefully, praising in a husky whisper, “Fuck, darlin.. So good with that little mouth of yours. C’mon, baby. Deeper.”

When she trailed her tongue right down the underside of his length, he growled and groaned aloud more than a few times, eyes fluttering open and closed as he bucked in his seat all over again and tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging a little. “Ivy, fuck yeah. Feels so good.” he groaned over and over.

Ivy hit her gag reflex and Adam thrust against her mouth all over again, lowering his hand to tilt her chin and make her stop, look up at him, leaning down to crash his mouth against her mouth sloppily and muttering into the kiss, “Best we move this inside, darlin.”

“Adam.” Ivy whined and pouted, but Adam shook his head and got out of the truck, hurrying around to her side, reaching in to unfasten her seatbelt and scooping her out into his arms, jogging in a hurry towards the silver Airstream parked haphazardly nearby. Her back met the door of his camper and his hand disappeared right back up the hem of her hot pants, fingers hastily brushing her soaked panties aside as he growled against her neck and buried his fingers knuckle deep into her heat, working her open, bucking himself into her, teeth snagging on skin and leaving marks behind. When he finally got the damn door unlocked, he stepped inside, locking it behind him, tossing his key onto a butcher block countertop. He stepped into the back of the camper, gently tossing Ivy against the mattress and sinking down, his hands gripping the waist of her hot pants, tugging both hot pants and soaked panties to the ground in less time than it took Ivy to bat a lash. As his hands parted her thighs, she rose to prop on her elbows, staring down at him. Adam hooked his arms beneath her thighs to hold her legs open and his eyes met hers as he licked his lips and lowered his head, dancing his lips right up the inside of her thighs.

Ivy’s hand lowered, gripping at his hair, trying to tug his mouth up higher and Adam chuckled quietly against her skin, leaving little kisses and bites behind. The second she felt his tongue rolling over her folds and heard the greedy loud slurping she whimpered almost helplessly when she tried to rock her hips upward and realized that Adam had such a tight grip on her thighs that she really couldn’t move. “Adam.” she panted, biting her lip, whimpering even louder as his mouth closed over her clit, tongue circling the small bundle of nerves, teeth snagging on her skin to mark her up. “Fuck, darlin. Still taste so sweet. And you’re so wet for me already.” his nose bumped against her pelvic mound as he mumbled against her cunt and his tongue started to descend, trailing right over her folds, sending a shiver racing through her body. Ivy’s toes curled in the bed sheet beneath her, and Adam’s grip loosened slightly. The second it did, Ivy was writhing and rocking her hips upward against his mouth as much as she could and Adam slipped two fingers deep into her heat to join his tongue.

“C’mon, darlin. Let go. Let me taste.” Adam coaxed, not that Ivy needed much of a reason and as her orgasm washed over her, leaving her shaking and whimpering and moaning on the bed below him, Adam raised up, unbuckling and then unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, tugging off his boots and then kicking the denim free from his body, lowering himself and settling over her, his hand disappearing down between them to guide his cock over her folds, making her shiver all over again and whimper, pleading with him.

“C’mon, Adam, now.. Need you now.”

“I know, darlin, I know.” Adam mumbled quietly against her mouth, his tongue parting her lips as he sank his length deep into her dripping heat, laying still and kissing her all over the face and the neck as he touched her everywhere, hands unable to be still. “We’re gonna be okay.”

Ivy could only nod and seconds later, moan his name loud enough to be heard outside the trailer as he started to fuck into her slow and deep, the mattress creaking steadily beneath the two of them as Adam’s hands captured her hands at either side of her head and his mouth conquered her mouth and then drifted down, lingering on her throat, leaving even more marks behind.

Ivy’s legs wrapped around his hips to pull him even closer, drive his cock in even deeper and when he bottomed out, he growled hungrily into her mouth. Her hand raised, tangling in his hair and tugging at it as Adam started to fuck into her harder, faster, their moans and panting labored breaths joining in the sound of the bed creaking beneath them both. Ivy’s head fell back as she felt another orgasm building and Adam’s hips started to snap erratically, crashing into hers, almost bruising as his pace quickened. “Ah… Fuck. Adam, fuck… Don’t… Don’t stop, baby, c’mon. I’m so.. Close.” Ivy’s eyes fluttered open and shut and her arms wrapped around his neck as Adam’s mouth crashed against her own and he muttered quietly, “Fuck, darlin… Feels so good, holdin you again. So good. Never gonna let…” his breathing hitched as he deepened the kiss and finished, “Let you go again. Ever.”

“Promise me.”

“I mean it, baby girl.” Adam growled as his teeth tugged at her lower lip and his cock bottomed out, sending her right over the edge, her orgasm shattering through all over again. Adam felt her clench around him and he gripped onto her tighter, trying to slow down and brace himself, anything to keep from getting off right away, but nothing worked, especially with Ivy whimpering beneath him, pleading and begging him not to stop, begging him to fill her up.

Ivy’s nails raked down Adam’s back as she felt the throbbing warmth of his release as it filled her and she clung to him, kissing his neck and shoulders, Adam kissing her on the forehead and cheeks, both of them trying to come down from the high of their orgasm.

Adam flopped down onto the mattress and reached out, pulling Ivy on top of him, locking his arms around her as he muttered softly, “I really do mean it. We’re gonna be okay. And I won’t lose you again.”

Ivy leaned her head down, brushing her mouth against his as she mumbled in a quiet yawn, “I know you mean it. And I don’t wanna lose you again. I… If you asked me, I’d pack up and leave with you right now. I just.. I wish I’d been able back then.”

Adam’s hand trailed lazily over her spine and he shushed her, nodding. “I know, darlin. I should’ve known it all along. Feel like an asshole because I didn’t.”

“We’re really gonna be okay..” Ivy’s voice was softer, he could look up and tell she was starting to drift off and he chuckled, pressing his lips against hers as he reassured her again that they were going to be okay.

This time was DIFFERENT. Adam was going to make sure of that.

#adam hangman page fanfiction #adam hangman page fanfic #adam hangman page fic #adam hangman page oneshot #adam hangman page imagine #// no one under 18+#// alcohol tw #// body fluids tw #// sm*t content #// part of my what if's universe - a total au and ending for it

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k-fiction-therapy · 6 years ago

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Just Another Face In The Crowd

Moodboard by Admin Scar

Starring: Jeon Jungkook & Female Reader

Includes: Fluff, Cute Things & Heavy Petting

Rating: PG-13

~*.*..*--Don’t make me chase you all over the world, baby...because I will.*..*.*~

A/N: Originally, I wrote this fanfiction for a friend of mine that stans Jungkook so hard, her general reaction to seeing new idols was “Oh, but he’s no Kookie.” She has been such a loyal stan that I’m surprised her driving record isn’t spotless considering how well she stays in his lane. That said, this one goes out to all the Jungkook stans, and ARMY alike--Who wouldn’t want to meet their idol bias behind a venue, and experience love at first meeting? <3

Musical Inspiration: Love At First Sight - Kylie Minogue

Asks Open for Feedback, Comments, Kudos and Thoughts. <3

If you were honest, you had never thought you would be here. Front row. BTS International Tour. You could feel the excitement course through you even before you reached the venue, but now as you stood there, you felt like you were on a whole other level of emotion. You wanted to laugh, to cry, to fall over and to scream until your lungs hurt. Honestly, you felt so bipolar in that moment that you almost convinced yourself to go see a therapist after—but, you knew you were just being silly. You could get through this without dying from happiness—or at least that’s what you kept repeating to yourself.

As the concert started, each pulse of the bass had you nearly sobbing, your eyes wide and brimming with tears as you watched the boys come out on stage. You screamed so loudly that your voice was almost immediately hoarse. You loved them all, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love Jungkook more than any other member. The moment you saw him, you confirmed that all the photos you’d ever seen paled in comparison. His chocolate hair, the curve of his eyes and the sweet, and simultaneously delectable, shape of his body, all called to you, making you feel weak in the knees—even as you jumped up and down to the beat of the music.

When the ment came, you knew that you were going to get to hear his voice and see that brilliant smile some more, so you perked in your spot. Leaning up on the railing, pulling yourself up a bit to try and somehow get closer to the stage, regardless of the impossibility of that yearning. Your outfit rose up a bit against the metal, making you fall back a bit so that you didn’t look too disheveled, past the small bit of sweat on your brow from being so close to these other people. You had dressed cute on purpose, hoping that they would notice you in the sea of girls chanting their names.

The boys walked back out on stage, holding their sweat rags to their foreheads, looking out over the crowd. The Army of Bombs went crazy, flashing in waving hands in a fluttering wave of light that danced across the arena and up both sides. They seemed so grateful for how energetic and happy you all were, so grateful to have your support. As most of these things went, the boys took turns speaking about their experiences on the tour, and you stayed quiet as you could, listening to them talk as best you could, shushing the girl next to you a few times when she screamed right in your ear.

When it was Jungkook’s turn to speak, you had almost completely forgotten that you were in a huge room filled with fans. In your mind, it was just you and Jungkook, and he was speaking only to you. Without thinking, all politeness between cultures aside, you gripped the railing in front of you and smiled wide, your lips peeling apart before you could control yourself, “Jungkook Oppa!” You called out to him, with a terrible accent no less, your voice pretty much the loudest thing in the arena at that moment—and after it, you could have heard a pin drop. You knew he was embarrassed when other girls said it, and his reaction after your outburst clenched that fact.

Jungkook shied away from your words immediately, turning bright red and laughing into the microphone, the sound of the air from his nose making a loud thumping sound that resonated in the venue. He laughed to himself and continued what he had been saying, the ment continuing despite your sudden regret. You blushed darker than he did and sunk down, in complete disbelief that you had just done that. Oh, it was probably going to be all over the internet by the time you get home. You could see it now, “International Fan Yelling “Jungkook Oppa” During Ment. #cuteblush #cutiepie #jungshook”, and your accent littered all over. Oh, God.

For the rest of the concert you kept to yourself and didn’t do much more than sing along or chant with the other fans, trying not to call any more attention to yourself. You had to get through this. You also cursed yourself for not having had enough money to get VIP tickets for the pre-show fanmeet, but you thought him noticing you, even for something so embarrassing, was worth it in spades, although you had wished it hadn’t been so cringe. Oh well, he heard you. That’s the important part. Now you just hoped that none of your friends back home came across a video of the incident, that would be the death of you.

When the concert was over, you were sure your life was complete. Perhaps you should just cease living, because you didn’t see how it could ever get better than this. You replayed the songs over and over in your head as you left the venue and headed outside. You had asked to be picked up around the back of the place as you thought that it would be less busy there, and as you rounded the large building and found yourself alone in a back alley, you quickly realized you were right—and for a second, you questioned whether or not you were actually allowed to be there, the fences making you think you might have been breaking a few rules.

The sound of the BTS tour bus, and the boys boarding it, silhouette shielded by the dynamic curve of the alley, was drowned out by the sound of the city and the roar of the air conditioning units that were on the roof directly above where you were standing. In the wind of the city, you rose your shoulders up to shield your ears. Something about the wind, perhaps the direction, made you feel like they were tunneling. It was uncomfortable, so you shifted a bit. Where was your ride? You checked your watch and blinked—the concert had let out a little earlier than you had anticipated. You would be there a little while.

“Great.” You whispered to yourself, kicking a pebble, it falling to the ground about two feet in front of your foot. Smiling to it, you let the higher points of the night flash through your mind—quickly followed by the ment, and your shout. You shook your head and chewed your bottom lip, “How could I say something so stupid…?” You whined, staring up at the sky before looking back down to your foot, kicking another rock, “He must have thought I was some dumb ugly foreigner, another face in the crowd…ugh…get it together, Y/N.”

“Ugly, no.” Came a voice from behind you, just above a whisper, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, your eyes settled on the most handsome face you had ever seen. Jeon Jungkook. You must have been dreaming. Your face erupted in a blush and you blinked over and over, staring at him. He just smiled and stepped closer to you, his hands clasped behind his back. He noticed that you were slightly uncomfortable and he tried his best to interpret, “Sorry. I…scared you, no. Sorry.”

You knew he couldn’t speak great English, but you also couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you right now. Your first thought was that he was going to scold you for calling him ‘oppa’ so impolitely, but you decided you would only speak of it if he brought it up first, “H-how long have you been standing there?” You asked, thinking it was weird that an idol would just creep behind you like that—not that you would mind having a stalker like him. You chuckled lightly to yourself, but hid it with a hand over your face, “W-why are you here?”

“You, uh. You’re Pretty.” He said softly, something in the way he spoke making you realize his effort and blush darkly. You waved a hand in front of your face as if he was mistaken, or must not have seen you in actual light, but you didn’t open your mouth to disagree him. Jungkook would catch your hand by the wrist and tug you gently, “Come here Can I show you something?”

You had no option, but to follow him. You just wanted to know why he had come, and where he was taking you. Turning down another area in the alley, you found yourself in a niche with him, and he gently backed you into the wall. Your hands trembled, but found his chest, resting there as you stared up at him, “J-Jungkook?” You asked, sure that he might have been mad or something, even as his hands raised to rest on either side of your head. He smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours slowly, fireworks igniting in your mind the moment you were flush, your entire body aflame with tingling interest.

The truth was that he in no way was angry about what you said, in fact, he had liked it—that is why it embarrassed him in such a way. Something about your face, and the sheer joy that was written upon it during the concert, pulled him in. You seemed honest, as if you truly cared, something that the superficial thoughts of other fans never touched. It was doomed, as he was forbidden to date a fan, but in that moment, he cared not past the locking of your lips.

He kissed you deeply, and you melted into him, your lips warmed by his own. The wind around you no longer mattered, and your mind focused solely on his hand as he moved it into your coat and up your shirt, feeling over your rib-cage and up to your chest, touching gently. He seemed so polite, even in the way that he touched you, and you trembled under his grasp. Your hand dipped down, feeling over his groin, which immediately gave away how aroused he was, making him shiver hard, “Woah.” You said, and he chuckled, biting your bottom lip idly. Your fingers gingerly moved over the shape in his pants and he shook, biting his lip hard, his hand cupping around your breast, feeling it fully.

He arched against your fingers and brought down his free hand, reciprocating the touch with a dip of his own against your heat, making him breath out heavily. He rubbed softly, just stimulating you enough to make you quake against the seam of your pants, the fluid gathering there making it damp. He knew he couldn’t stay and he cursed his time schedule. He kissed you again, and again, as if he was memorizing your taste. He grunted in frustration, his cock throbbing hard against your palm. He couldn’t continue. You had only just met, as well, and if he really liked you, he shouldn’t use you like this—plus, he was sure the other members were freaking out since he hadn’t come back, or told them where he was going.

Jungkook broke your kiss, pulling back just enough to run his nose against your own, “I…gotta go. I have to.” He whispered in accented English, something about it the most endearing thing you’d ever heard. You dreaded that and wrinkled your brows hard. You didn’t want him to go. Not ever. Shifting, you dropped a hand, pulling a pen from your pocket so that you could write your number down on his hand. You were sure he’d never contact you—he wasn’t allowed to, but tonight had been so magical, you couldn’t let it go. You wanted so much more.

He smiled as you wrote down your name and number, and would kiss your forehead when you were done, “I will. Our secret.” He said, putting a finger over his lips before dropping his hand and kissing you one more time, as deep as he could. From down the alley, he heard his name called and he would pull back, righting himself and sighing. Putting on a big smile, he held up a hand and waved gently, bowing after, “See you. Hwaiting!” He turned and trotted back to the tour bus, leaving you a quivering mess against the brick of the building. What the hell had just happened. You must have fallen asleep waiting for your ride. That couldn’t have just happened, could it?

The sound of a car horn broke your focus and you pulled your shirt back down, heading towards the mouth of the alley where your ride waited. You slipped into the backseat, blushing from ear to ear, your mind whirring. You’d pretty much forgotten the concert, putting all of your focus on what had happened after. You sighed and stared out the window as the car pulled off and the city passed, putting a hand over your heart. You knew your love for Jungkook was deeper than fangirling, but who could have predicted that he’d actually be into you. Not you.

Halfway out of the city, your phone would ding, the light of it illuminating the car’s backseat. You knew it was him, but you still felt like it had all been a dream. What if it was just one of your friends asking about the concert, and he never contacted you? Well, at least you had tonight. Closing your eyes, you held up your phone to read it, slowly opening them. A wide smile broke out over your face and you breathed out heavily as you read the texts, your fingers covering your lips. He was so cute.

“I learned how to use translate on my phone. -JK”

“I miss you already. -JK”

“This is Jungkook, btw. Save my #. -JK”

“I want to see you as soon as possible, Y/N. -JK”

“Don’t make me stalk you across the USA. Because I will. 😉 -JK”

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1dimagineclub · 7 years ago

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Dirty Zayn Imagine

🚫 WARNING 18+ PLZ 🚫

** SIDE NOTE: (Y/S/N) = Your Stage Name, (Y/R/N) = Your Real Name, (Y/H/C) = Your hair color **

“Practice”

“Ladies and gentleman now coming to the stage, the one you all came to see, the princess of club Envy, the lovely, bootiful (Y/S/N)!”

As DJ Maxx made my introduction, I took the time to take a much needed deep breath to calm my nerves. No matter of the countless times I’ve been on this very stage, I still was a nervous reck beforehand.

I could hear a roar of applause and whistling as the slow and heavily bass song thumped throughout the club. I danced my way out from behind the sparkling curtain, swaying my hips to the beat sexually.

As the music played, I started to relax and let the music have it’s way with me as always. I danced across the stage making sure to put on the best show that I could. Working the crowd on both sides, only briefly stopping to let people put money inside the string of my thong or to tease a little.

I worked the pole with my best moves as I knew he was watching. Usually I wouldn’t put in this much work for anyone but for some reason I felt like I had something to prove. To show him I was in fact the real deal.

I spotted them as soon as they walked through the door and sat in their “special VIP” both. The section that was roped off for nothing but either big time celebrities or big paying customers. It was their 4th time here in two months.

When Big Mike first made the announcement of them coming no one really believed him. Seriously, One Direction coming to a strip club?! And one based in New Orleans at that was almost unbelievable. They just seemed too innocent to be seen in such a place.

But I guess when they heard about Club Envy being one of the “it” places to be, they had to come through. We have had plenty of big names stop by at any time of the week at that. Every flavor of woman you could think of we probably have her. We were the best of the best.

I didn’t really know much about the boys at first, except that they were extremely popular, talented and had millions of young girls in love with them. Barely knowing their names but definitely recognizing the five gorgeous faces. Hell how could anyone not when they are practically everywhere!

The amount of girls that lined up to be the boys’ personal dancers weren’t all that surprising. Quite a few were just money hungry hoes or hoes period. Thankfully Big Mike let the boys hand pick exactly who they wanted a private dance from if they chose to have one.

And what do you know? I got chosen by none other than Mr. Zayn Malik.

To say I was beyond nervous would be an understatement. Finding out he paid ten thousand to get a dance from me was just crazy. I wasn’t sure what to expect but what I got would forever put a smile on my face.

The first time seeing him up close, in person made my heart beat frantically. He was so fuckin beautiful it was almost sickening. The way his eyes followed my every movement had goosebumps forming all over me. He watched me like I was his prey and I loved it.

When he touched me it was like breathing for the first time. No words were ever spoken between us, our eyes did the talking. It was like that every time we came into contact with one another.

I was disappointed when I got news they left soon after my performance. I was really looking forward to seeing him, touching him again.

“Don’t look so down (Y/R/N), he bought you a little something before he left, it’s at your station.” My friend Mya voiced as I walked towards the dressing rooms. She was the only person that knew what went down between Zayn and I. As she herself had a special thing for Liam.

I quickly made my way towards my makeup station to see red and white bouquet of roses and two tickets along with backstage passes to their concert tomorrow night.

A smiled formed on my face but quickly vanished. How would he even recognize me considering I wore a mask here at the club?

I couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward at the concert. All around me were screaming girls belting out the lyrics to song after song while jumping or dancing wildly. I was surrounded in the very middle of the craziness, trying my best not to get pushed over and stumped on.

I felt so outta place because I only know maybe 2 songs done by them that I actually knew. Hell even Mya knew more than I did!

All throughout the concert I couldn’t help but notice Zayn the most. It was as if my eyes would only leave him for a few seconds before landing on him once again. I noticed him constantly scanning the floor audience and I knew it was because of me.

The moment our eyes connected I just knew he instantly recognized me. Maybe my mask didn’t hide much of my face as I thought.

I could feel the pool heat inside my panties just that quick. No other man has ever made me feel this way, let alone one I knew nothing about.

But I couldn’t help but just feel like me and Zayn had some type of connection that was beyond what either of us could explain.

All throughout the concert, he’d stare at me shortly before focusing back on the music and the thousands of screaming fans. I couldn’t lie, I actually enjoyed myself. Their music and performance was pretty epic.

When the final song ended and the boys saying their goodbye, I found myself being pulled off to the side by Mya.

“It’s best we get to the backstage entrance, it’ll be swamped in minutes!” She yelled holding my hand and navigating through the crowd with ease before she found our destination. I wasn’t all that surprised to find the backstage doors already crowded, these girls were determined I tell you.

I can only imagine what the outside back entrance is looking like.

We waited maybe 20 minutes before seeing three huge bouncers step out blocking the doorway, one holding a clipboard.

“Please, only those that have exclusive backstage passes are allowed to enter! The rest of you will just have to either leave or make your way to back of the arena!” His voiced boomed making me jump slightly. Slowly the once big crowd started to disperse.

As he began to call out the passes numbers one by one, I started to become excited and scared at once. When we were called we had to wait patiently inside until he was done. I noticed I wasn’t the only one with the same reaction. I mean these girls have been waiting for god knows how long for this moment to finally meet the boys.

Before long the double doors closed behind us as the bouncers stood in front of us. “You all will follow me to the break room where the boys will be waiting. Ask whatever you may like, take pictures and get anything you want signed. But please be respectful!” He warned us then looked down at his chart.“Except pass number 883478, Michael will escort you elsewhere.”

I looked down at my pass and saw it was my number that was named.

But why just mines though? Did I do anything wrong?

I turned to Mya only to see her wink at me as she followed the rest of the group. Clearly she knew something I didn’t.

“If you’ll follow me this way miss.” Michael instructed leading me down another hall that was less busier than the other. “And don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Apparently Zayn has made a special request for you.” He said as we came to a stop at a door with Zayn’s name on it. Pushing it opened I stepped slowly inside the room to find it empty.

“He’ll be here in a few, just relax and make yourself comfortable.” Michael suggested before closing the door leaving me to my thoughts.

I sighed loudly as I looked around his dressing room. It was a pretty decent size decked out with a nice refreshment table, a huge flat screen tv and gaming system, an L shaped comfortable looking couch, a desk/hair station and two racks of clothing and shoes to the side. Instantly I found myself running my small fingers over his clothing.

God they even had that same intoxicating smell of him. I looked around to see if I was still alone just in case before taking one of his jackets and slipping it on. It was slightly big and way longer than I thought but had me feeling so good and warm. I couldn’t help but take a sniff of the familiar scent I’m slowly becoming addicted too.

“You should keep it, looks good on you” a voice said scaring me as I whipped around holding my chest. His soft laugh filled the silent room as he took in my shocked face.

“Jesus! You scared the hell out of me, don’t do that!” I whispered yelled at him with a fierce look.

He threw his hands up in mock surrender, “Sorry…but I can’t promise that I won’t be tempted to do it again.” He finished winking at me with a smirk on his gorgeous face.

The room went silent again as my nerves began to take over. I was alone, in the same room as Zayn Malik! I just wasn’t sure what I was suppose to do and he could tell because I looked everywhere but at him.

I didn’t even hear his footsteps as I looked up to see him standing right in front of me. Those brilliant brown eyes staring directly at me. My breathing hitched as his hands sculpted my face slowly. My eyes closed as his soft lips made contact with my own.

My body became warm all over as if a fire deep within me was lit. I grabbed a hold of his strong biceps gripping them tightly as our kiss deepened. Somehow his tongue found it’s way into my mouth causing me to moan out in delight.

Unfortunately it had to end because I needed to breathe.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that” he spoke, his voice slightly raspy, “It was perfect.” He said before pecking my lips again and stepping back.

“How di-” I suddenly tried to blabber out but was cut off.

“Did I know it was you?” He asked for crossing his arms across his chest, making his toned muscles even more defined.

I nodded, afraid to speak.

“How could I not? From the glow of your beautiful skin” I watched as his hands removed his jacket from my shoulders. He silently asked for permission to take off my hoodie and of course I compiled. His big hands slid slowly up my exposed arms once it was off. Chills immediately ran down my spine.

“The flow of your (Y/H/C) hair” he spoke softly while running his hands through it, tugging it slightly making me moan lowly. A smile graced his face at the response. “This magnificent body of yours that I can’t wait to explore,” he said as his fingers made it’s way down my body gripping my ass firmly pulling me closely to him. “But more importantly, your eyes, they told me everything I needed to know.”

“From the very moment I laid eyes on you at the club I wanted you, both physically and emotionally.” He confused leading me towards the couch. “The very first time touching you was like heaven to me. Then and there I knew you were special.”

I was shocked and flattered at the same time. Happy to know he felt exactly how I did.

But I knew we could never be. We both come from completely two different worlds. He was this big time pop star that was loved by millions and me? Well I was a highly paid stripper who danced just to pay for college and make ends meet. I was nothing special. Zayn deserved way better than me and I knew it.

He must’ve caught the look on my face as he spoke. “I don’t care about your profession, (Y/N). I’ll still want you the same.” He said with such determination I had no choice but to believe him. I didn’t bother asking how he knew my real name, I was too busy gushing over the fact he still wanted me.

“But what if people found out? People will judge you for even having association with me” I said now picturing the fucked up things the media would put out about us both. And his fans? I can only imagine how’d they feel about us, me importantly.

Apart of me knew it’d be highly unlikely for anyone to find out that I stripped. My masks always concealed my identity, no one at the club knew who I was except Big Mike and my best friend, Mya.

But the what if possibilities just wouldn’t leave my brain.

“Even if they did, let them talk. I know you do what you do for a good reason and I also know you’re a genuine person. You wouldn’t be there if you had a choice.” He looked at me with so much care making my weariness die down slowly. I was thankfully that he wasn’t judgemental like most people are nowadays.

“But I’ve been told before by guys who said similar things Zayn, they always hurt me badly in the end,” I confessed. As much as I wanted him, I needed to be sure this wasn’t a game. I refuse to become a fool again.

He grabbed my chin tilting my head up to look at him. “Those guys were nothing but practice (Y/N), all of them. Just like you been putting in extra work for me and only me. Everything happens for a reason baby. You deserve nothing but the best and I plan to give it to you, trust me.”

“Let me show you just how happy you can be and become mine?” I looked at him, truly looking at him. I tried to see any fault in his words but I couldn’t. He was being truthful and honest, I’d be stupid to deny him a chance.

“Of course I’ll be yours” I said happily, pulling him in for a kiss putting as much as passion I could into it. He kissed me in such a way that had my panties soaked and toes curling. I sighed as he laid me down, settling in between my legs perfectly.

I moaned into the kiss as I felt his hands go under my shirt, playing with my stomach, slowly making his way to my waiting breast. His soft lips kissed down my jaw and stopped on my neck. He skillfully licked and sucked my spot as I racked my nails down his back. I quickly snatched his shirt off and traced his tattoos as his mouth and hands did wonders.

When he grabbed a hold of my breasts I moaned out loudly at the feeling. He pushed up shirt until my red lacey bra showed. Snapping the front hooks loose, he took one into mouth and sucked hard making my nails dig into his back. Switching over the other to give it just as much attention to the first, I was sure my pussy was practically leaking by now.

“P-please….” Whimpering lowly, hoping he understood what I wanted. He chuckled continuing to tease me, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Zaynnnn, please, please, please..” I practically begged running my fingers through his hair.

Finally one of his hands snaked it’s way down to my aching core. “Shit, so wet for me baby” He groaned out just as his finger rubbed my clit slowly. I hissed loudly at the friction. I knew I wouldn’t last long, the attention my body was receiving from him was becoming too much.

He must’ve knew my body better than I did. Knowing exactly where to kiss, lick and suck as two fingers plunged deep inside me slow at first. “So tight… I can’t wait to be inside you” he said while speeding up, attaching his lips back on my neck and one hand squeezing my breast. I was quickly becoming a mess under him.

The only sounds heard throughout the room was my loud moaning, Zayn’s dirty words whispering in my ear and his fingers slamming into my wet core.

I was so close. I could feel my pussy clamping around his fingers making him go even faster. “Zaynnn…I-III…so c-clo..” I was cut off by him biting down onto my neck and hitting my g-spot over and over. I lost it.

I screamed out so loudly that I was sure anyone in the hallway could hear me. He watched my face closely as I trembled after my intense orgasm and smiled triumphantly.

“You are so beautiful baby,” he said as he kissed me roughly. Pulling his fingers out, he looked down to see just how wet I truly was before licking all traces of me off of them. “Mmm and taste so sweet.” Just as he was about to kiss me again, a loud knock came from the door following a deep voice.

“5 minutes!” Michael yelled.

I think my face grew hot, I knew he heard everything.

Quickly putting myself together and straightening out my hair, I stood up and watched as Zayn grabbed his phone.

“Save your number, I’ll be calling you to say goodnight.” I typed in my number and handed him back his phone. He dialed my number to give me his. “I honestly hoped this night wouldn’t end, I wanted to show you a few more things.” He kissed me one more time before pulling me towards the door.

“When will I see you again?” I asked as my arms wrapped around his neck.

“Three days, I plan to fly you out to London to spend time with me, it’ll be much needed.” Pecking my lips once more he opened the door and there stood Michael waiting patiently. “There’s a limo out back that’ll take you home, text me as soon as you’re situated, alright?” I nodded my head and hugged him once more before letting go. “Wait!” He yelled suddenly stopping me in my place.

I watched him disappear into his dressing room before coming back with his letterman jacket I had on earlier. “Can’t have my girlfriend leaving without something of mines.” I grabbed the jacket and kissed him one last time and turned to leave.

Now I’d have his scent with me all the time. When I was seated safely inside the limo, I texted Zayn. The smile I had on my face just would not leave.

I was officially Zayn Malik’s girlfriend!

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rapunzel-withthegoodhair · 8 years ago

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summary: there’s not much time for working through a nasty break up while you’re on the road touring. at least, not in a healthy way... pairing: gerald x ofc (x) rating: n. s f w, language, explicit sex status: complete, read my other g eazy fics here

I left my mind in Soho I left my heart in NoLa And I'mma live like a king if it kills me I'm a kid, seven sins couldn't thrill me This never gets old, cause I'm unstable Never say die, I'm fine, I'll play the piper, whatever the price I lost my mind in LA I lost my heart in...

Fuck it, I never had a heart

February 2016

Of course she knows who the fuck G-Eazy is. But this is the hottest strip club in the Chi and Delphi works the VIP Lounge. She knows the name of every rapper that rolls through because it’s her fucking job to know. If she’s honest, she’s a bit sweeter on the NBA players. They tend to be cuter and tip way better. But hell, she’s not complaining over $800 in one weekend when the big names show up.

Half his crew is already annoying the fuck out of her before she’s even on her pole. They’re loud. Spilling drinks and laughing over stupid jokes made at the expense of her girls. But she’s been doing this for almost two years. Delphi knows how to keep a straight face and put on a show. Climbs nearly all the way up the pole and twirls slowly, upside down. Snakes her way down at a torturous pace. Weaves her way back up. Does a full split and carefully rolls her way back to the floor.

It’s hard to ignore Delphi’s routines. Somewhere along the last two years, she really fell in love with pole dancing. And it shows in her performances. The girl doesn’t smile. Doesn’t put on the ‘little doll’ act. Doesn’t try to skate by on her looks and flirtatious charm. She steals the stage as an athlete you can’t take your eyes off of.

But even as his eyes never leave her body, she can tell he’s somewhere else. One, two, three, four sips of Jack straight out the bottle. Finally, she stops trying to keep count. Their eyes seem to penetrate each other through the smoke. And even she has to admit, he’s got a way about him that makes her just a little bit curious. Why are you so anxious to get to the bottom of that bottle, baby? Why do your eyes look so cold and empty? So mean and lonely all at once?

The guests really aren’t supposed to touch the girls. But this is VIP. And she’s heard rumors about their crew dropping 20 grand in one night. When he singles her out for a private lap dance upstairs, she’s not about to tell him what he can and can’t do. As far as she’s concerned, the $50 bills he’s slipping into her bikini say he can do whatever the hell he wants.

The weird part is that he doesn’t. Where most guys are groping and pushing the second they get her in a private room...he’s still sipping his drink. Letting her do as she pleases. His hands roam, of course. Over her stomach as she lays back in his lap. Up over her rips. Along her neck and into her blonde hair.

His nose against her ear, his breath warm and heavy with whiskey, this feels almost...sensual. Just work, she reminds herself. Just another tip. Still, she sighs as his large hands drag down over her hip and then back up to squeeze her waist.

Heels finding the floor, she bends over for him. Arches her spine to press her ass right in his lap before slowly crouching down on the floor. Her hair flips back as she spins around, hands finding his thighs and dragging over them. Pushing them apart for her to crawl between. Tipping her head back, Delphi’s slender fingers play over his belt a bit. Her eyes search his, trying to gauge whether he wants a blowjob without actually ruining the moment by asking.

Thankfully, he seems perfectly aware of her question and answers by dragging his fingers into her hair. Tugging gently, he pulls her back up and into his lap. Feeds her from the bottle of Jack still in his grip. A generous bit spills past her lips and down her chest. The giggle that slips free of her throat is genuine as the alcohol tickles over her cold skin.

It’s that little noise that seems to make him finally snap. With a firm tug, he pulls her flush against him. Sets his bottle aside and leans to lick away the whiskey dripping over her soft, lightly tanned skin. His long fingers drag up her back, feeling for the strings of her bikini and tugging at them in a way that falls somewhere between practiced and drunk.

A soft gasp melts into a sigh as his mouth finds a breast. Closes around her nipple and sucks gently. She’s not used to foreplay of any kind. At least, not at work. You’re not supposed to fuck in the VIP rooms...but everyone knows that’s the point of the VIP room. Typically though, the sex is over before it really begins and she’s no worse for wear. Walking away a few hundred dollars richer.

This...this is kind of nice. He gets her bikini bottoms undone and money falls across the floor. But she lets it stay there for now. Keeps her focus on him because she can tell it’s what he needs. Drags her fingers through his hair, does her best to ignore how fucking nasty it is, weighed down with sweat and grease. The vulnerability in his drunken brown eyes makes up for it though. His touch caresses over her cheek. Traces over her lower lip. His gaze having such a hard time focusing on her and still intent on studying her in the dim light of the private room. She could swear he’s looking at her like he knows her. Like he has a thousand things he wants to say to her.

She tries to guide things along, reaching down between them to undo his jeans. And he lets her this time. Lets her tug him free. Seems to finally let all his questions go as she strokes along the thick, hard length of him. His head tips back, eyes closing and she leans to kiss his temple. Nuzzles a bit as she guides him very slowly inside of her.

His jaw sets, brows knitting together as the pleasure grips him with an unexpected strength. Delphi gives him a moment to adjust to the feeling of being inside her, before starting to rock in his lap. Normally, she’d rest her weight on her knees and fuck her client into next week. Get this over with as soon as possible. But that feeling like he chose her for a reason, like he has a weight pressing down on and splintering his chest, haunts her. All the unasked questions in his eyes, the anger and the pain, kick something alive inside her. Something besides the compartmentalizing, cut throat little sociopath she becomes in the club. Something empathetic and nurturing and almost maternal.

Her spine rolls slow and gentle in his lap. Fingers gripping the side of his neck for leverage, until he takes her touch as an invitation. Her brows arch when he leans forward and buries his face in her neck. His fingers digging into her hips. His gasps slipping into whimpers. And maybe she’s imagining it...but these don’t sound like helplessly lost in pleasure whimpers. They sound like as if he’s fighting tooth and nail against tears.

The streetsmart hoodrat from south Chi that’s always alive and well inside her snarls in disgust. Man the fuck up, that girl says. Damn, no wonder whatever girl you think of when you look at me left you.

But the girl his big, sad brown eyes have woken up simply wraps her arms around him. Cradles him close as they rock and grind together. Smooths his hair back, despite the gel and sweat weighing it down into his eyes again and again. Gently lifting his chin, her nose nuzzles at his own. Lips catching his pretty mouth in a soft kiss.

Without warning, his grip tightens and before she even processes the shift, Delphi is laying on her back across the booth table. Leaning over just enough to get a better angle, his thrusts become firmer. Somewhat faster. Pushing so deep it makes her eyes roll back. He’s so fucking big, she’s really not sure she’s ever had anyone this deep before. Losing her breath on each thrust, she reaches out to grip the edge of table. Her moans trill up into high pitched cries that fill the room and over power the loud as fuck music that pulses through their bodies.

Reaching down between them, he rests a large hand on her stomach. Stretches a thumb down to press into her clit. And all the while she can feel his eyes watching her, full of hunger and a desperation to make her see stars. To make her completely fucking unravel for him. Nobody has ever turned her out like this. Not in the club. Not at home. This feels way too god damn personal to be anything but and her suspicions that he’s looking at her but seeing someone else seem to be confirmed.

Between the music and her own near-screams...she’s not sure she hears him right. But she swears in the heat of the moment that he mumbles something along the lines of “I really fucking loved you, baby girl...”. She wants to give him what he needs. To reach up and cradle his jaw and tell him she loved him too. Still does. But as her mouth opens, the only thing that rips free is a scream and her body arches like a bowstring pulled tight with a waiting arrow. Every muscle tenses for a moment and somewhere in the back of her mind she notes the way his hips grind so hard to hers it nearly hurts.

For a long string of moments, he lays over her, panting and sweating. Until finally, he starts to get up.

They avoid each other’s eyes as they get dressed. Delphi does her best to ignore the weird, slightly gross feeling of his cum and her own soaking wet between her legs. Though she figures she can deal with it for a few minutes. Still, she chastises herself for not digging a condom out of one of the many hiding places the little packets get stuffed into.

Before he can slip out, she grips his wrist gently. Studies his eyes and hopes to see something steadier there. Any sign that he’d gotten what he needed. But he only looks more broken. Swallowing, she keeps the observation to herself and pulls him down into a somewhat tender, but very tired and slightly messy kiss. To her surprise, he returns it.

‘Thank you.’ His kiss says. ‘I know you gave me your best...even if it wasn’t quite enough.’

Their noses nuzzle one last time. Eyes brushing across each other, she feels more exposed than she ever has while dancing naked on stage. He steals a last kiss and squeezes her waist. She picks up her $760 off the floor and heads to the bathroom to clean up.

The experience plays over and over in her head, easily the strangest she’s ever had while working at Dolce. A part of her hates the not knowing. Who the hell was he fucking back there? What did that girl do that was so god-awful? She shakes her head and tries to remind herself that it doesn’t matter. That a tender heart is the best way to get herself in trouble around here. Even if this is the nicer side of the city.

A few drinks at the bar and she’s up on stage again. Just barely catches his tall frame and broad shoulders slipping out into the cold air of 2am in Chicago. The second he’s out of sight, she pushes him from her mind and moves on.

But when she finally cashes out at 4am, there’s a $3,000 tip waiting for her.

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