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THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 8
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Hyunjin stole one glance from you and unleashed himself on your lips hungrily. A content smile appeared on your face as he pressed his forehead to yours still panting, obviously frustrated because he didn’t get to bask in the glow of his orgasm. “Come to my place, beautiful. Tonight. Please.”
Chapter 8: Tie Me To The Bedpost
📜9.2K words 🚨Phone sex, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, risk of getting caught, newly introduced katoptronophilia (mirror paraphilia), verbally induced hands-free orgasm that gets kinda ruined, lowkey narcissistic tendencies, body worship (with an emphasis on foot/leg fetish), lingerie/ripping fetish, waxplay (low-temp candles feat. sligh graphoerotica), cumshot/facial, cumplay, sub-leaning switch tendencies, mild breath play (m receiving), edging, rimming, hair pulling, facesitting, that one bullet vibrator in the passing, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel ; @clearlyissleeping 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-ficssea-fics ; @skz317cb97
It was around 4 PM when Jisung and Hyunjin casually walked into the bar, way too early and way too scarce in number compared to their usual hangout regimen. For starters, there was still sun outside, and you were legitimately not used to seeing any of the gang except Minho during daytime. You spread your hands to the sides on the bar top and declared with worry in your voice.
"Rip the bandaid quickly. Which one of you is in the hospital?"
The duo burst into laughter while your concern was actually genuine.
"Relax, baby," Jisung reached out to squeeze your hand, "We just dropped by for some daydrinking and to spend some time with you. Should we have called maybe?"
"Yeah, maybe you fucking should have!" you pulled your hand from Jisung all annoyed, mild relief spreading through your chest. Why were you this relieved that nothing happened to any of them anyway?
The bar was not that crowded given the hour of the day, so it felt like an intimate hangout, shooting the shit with the two guys until Jisung excused himself.
"Alright, I gotta run. Oh, you dropped something, baby."
"What?" you looked down in front of you. Jisung made a swift move to reach out to your face over the counter and stole a kiss.
"Your lips on me. Later!"
You smiled and mouthed behind his back as Jisung made his way out contently humming a tune to himself.
"Fucking dork."
Hyunjin pulled out a little notebook and a pen from his bag and started scribbling some stuff. From the looks of the brevity of the words stacked on top of each other, he was making some sort of a list.
"Anything I can get ya, prince?"
"Tie me to the bedpost."
His words caught you so off guard that you stopped dead in your tracks.
"Excuse me?"
"The cocktail," he laughed, "Good to know I can fluster you this easily, though."
"Ha, very funny," you deadpanned, mild irritation helping you regain your composure, "We're currently out of grenadine. Unless you don't mind waiting for another hour until inventory restock?"
"Actually, scratch that," Hyunjin leaned back in his seat, "I’m in my lemon drop martini feelings all of a sudden."
"Ooh, sour. Sugar rim?"
"You know it."
While you were preparing the drink, Hyunjin kept rotating the pen between his slender fingers with creased brows, seemingly thinking of something to add to that little list of his.
"Can you recommend some songs for me, beautiful? R&Bish with a hard bassline, if possible."
"That's weirdly specific," you looked up at him while pouring his martini, "What's the occasion?"
"I'm making a playlist to disrespectfully fuck you to later."
That was so unnecessarily forward that the shaker slipped from your hands. Luckily for you, you had already emptied the content into the sugar-rimmed glass. Hyunjin giggled.
"I’m kidding, beautiful. This is for practice purposes. I'm looking for songs that have a certain vibe."
"What uh- what kind of vibe?" you asked like you were totally unaffected by his levels of natural sultriness.
"The kind that makes you wanna tie me to the bedpost when you watch me dance to it," Hyunjin responded, tone as deliberate as it could get.
"And when would that be exactly?" you placed his glass right behind his notebook, "You talk such a big game about your professional dancing but I'm yet to see it my guy, just saying."
"Well, this is for a closed audition, but you're more than welcome to come watch me practice," Hyunjin slurped on the sour drink with gusto. You examined the notebook and looked up to him again.
"Your handwriting is really pretty, by the way, prince. May I?" you reached out your hand to grab his pen and jotted down your suggestion at the bottom of that list. You could totally imagine him nailing that song, hitting every beat with firm body movements, and maybe nailing you a little bit as well.
"Appreciate you," Hyunjin smiled under a veil of gratefulness and continued, "You know what I also would have appreciated? A birthday gift from you."
"I came to your party. Don’t you think that counts as a gift?" you winked at him.
"Yeah, but you didn’t come for me."
"What? Of course, I did! It was your birth-"
"No, you didn’t come for me, beautiful," he flashed a smirk.
The guy wasn’t wrong, but in your defense, you did tell him to ask you for body shots when you were around 80 proof. Hyunjin was just far too gone too fast that it most probably had slipped his mind, as well. While you were lost in these thoughts, trying to produce a witty comeback, he asked you like he was casually inquiring about the weather.
"How was the Dom King?"
"JESUS, gossip much?!" you widened your eyes.
He softly chuckled, "Changbin doesn’t kiss and tell, beautiful, don’t worry. I just know you guys went to have dinner that one night and he’s been glowing like he’s fucking pregnant ever since. That usually only means one thing."
You didn’t know why you felt this intense feeling of contentment forcing the edges of your mouth to tighten upon the unsolicited piece of information.
"So?" Hyunjin insisted, "You like it?"
"Like what?"
"The dom experience."
You briefly thought about it to legitimately recollect your memories of the night, "I mean I can’t say it’s ‘Do it every fucking night’ kind of an activity, but I’d like to indulge in it every once in a while, I guess. The right amount of spice."
Hyunjin kept his sensuous gaze on you while biting on the tip of his pen, "Two questions: Can I get another drink, and do you know what a service top is, beautiful?"
"Yeah, this", you pointed to the bar top sarcastically and proceeded to refresh his drink. The gesture got Hyunjin chuckling.
"You’re fucking hilarious."
He nonchalantly reached out his hand to drag his index finger down your bare arm, causing you to stop your movements instantly.
"Would you indulge me in letting me serve you for a change?"
"Serving coffee does not cut it for you, prince?" you retorted, trying your best to remain unfazed, and moved on to cover the rim of the glass with sugar.
"Not really. I’d like to show you how it’s properly done."
"I just told you it’s an every once in a while activity, didn’t I?"
"Oh, I’m not asking to dom you, no."
You studied Hyunjin’s gaze for a second to deduct what he was really after.
"Changbin might be the trademark dom king, but nobody worships like I do, and it’s a fact. I’d love for you to experience that."
Worship, huh?
You licked the sugar rim off the spot facing you and pushed the drink towards Hyunjin with a contorted smile.
"Enjoy, prince."
"Thank you," Hyunjin picked up the glass and turned it around to drink from the spot your tongue was just on while holding your gaze, "Tomorrow at 3. I'll text you the address."
It would have been just fine if Hyunjin actually remembered to do just that, which he didn't. You kept calling him the next morning to learn where you needed to go, but he wouldn't pick up, so you decided to try your chances with Felix instead.
"What’s up, baby?" he answered, voice all husky like he just woke up. Only then did you notice what time it was.
“Shit, sorry, did I wake you up?”
“Kinda, but you’re all good. Tense muscles again?” Felix playfully asked.
"It's actually tense nerves due to people forgetting shit," you deadpanned, "I need the address to Hyunjin’s studio. Do you know where it is?"
"Hm, I may or may not possess the knowledge of his practice location," Felix yawned, tone pseudo-serious like you were making a pretend drug deal, "Fair warning, though, it's gonna cost you."
"Or I might just call somebody else, Freckles," you retorted, but he wasn't having it. Not even a little bit.
"Reeeally?" he giggled instead, unnecessarily amused, "Let's recap: Chan and Bin locked themselves in their studio, which means you can't get a hold of them until Saturday. Jisung's having client meetings all day, and I dare you to try and get a hold of Minho. I'm literally your only chance."
"Then hang up, my guy. I'm calling Minho."
"Suit yourself," Felix replied utterly unfazed, "But when he doesn't answer, my price will have doubled, baby, just FYI. I'll talk to you in a bit," and he legit hung up to your face. You looked at your phone screen for a while.
What the fuck is up with this guy today?
Not more than mere seconds later and much to your dismay, however, you got to learn that Felix was indeed right. Minho wasn't home and he wasn’t picking up, either. You seriously considered googling addresses simply because you didn’t wanna cave and give Felix the satisfaction, but there were sixteen places you could go in the downtown area alone. You heaved a deep sigh, redialed Felix’s number again, and when the dial tone stopped you immediately interrupted the incoming tease attempt.
“Don’t… Even… Think about it, Freckles. Just tell me what the fuck you want.”
“Yeesh, tense much, baby?” he replied, “I just wanted to chat a little. No need to be mean.”
Felix sounded a little offended, but you couldn’t pinpoint whether it was for real or he was just messing with you. You paused before answering because the man was factually right. He wasn’t the one inducing your frustration in the first place.
“It was a bit mean, I guess,” you continued after that brief moment of self-reflection, “Nevertheless, I need the address, Lix, so tell me your aforementioned price maybe?”
“Told you. I just wanna chat,” he responded, “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? This might take a while.”
To talk on the phone?
You remembered where you knew that tone from. It was in the exact same shade he talked to you with that night he was alone at the bar. If you didn’t know any better, you would think Felix was setting you up for something.
You let yourself fall on your couch, “Alright, I’m comfortable. What do you wanna talk about?”
“What are you wearing, baby?”
“Excuse you?”
“Well, you did wake me up and I have a situation going on that needs to be taken care of,” Felix softly chuckled on the other end of the line, “Tell me, baby, what are you wearing?”
You momentarily questioned why the fuck you felt like instantly agreeing whenever these guys wanted to, for the lack of a better word, use you for their own relief. Being exposed to this much attention and feeling constantly desired in an absolutely primitive way was most definitely rewiring your brain beyond your control. You were starting to develop an addiction maybe. Maybe you already had.
“I’d hate to disappoint you, but it’s just a tank top and sweatpants, Lix.”
“Yeah? What color?”
Really? You’re gonna jerk off to this?
You looked down to report the RGB situation of your clothing, “White tank, black pants.”
“Let me guess. You’re not wearing a bra, are you baby?”
You inadvertently smirked, “No, I’m not.”
“I can make out your nipples all the way from here. God, I wish I could touch them,” you heard rustling on the phone and Felix grunted, “Your underwear?”
Felix was getting riled up this much to what could only be described as plain attire, which sparked an idea in your mind right away.
“I’m not wearing any, Lix.”
“Shut up!”
“No, really,” you chuckled, “If I’m not gonna go commando in my own place then what’s the point, I mean?”
“Shit,” he exhaled into the receiver and you could hear the slow but steady rhythm of his hand. Your own voice got deeper to match the husk of his.
“You know what it means, though, don’t you?”
“Tell- fuck- Tell me, baby, what does it mean?”
You felt nothing but satisfaction knowing you got this stunning man losing it bit by bit to your voice adorning his imagination, and over the phone to that for that matter. That feeling of having control over someone did something to you.
“It means when I start oozing because of you, it’s gonna smear everywhere.”
“Oh, baby, please!”
That breathy groan. His voice one octave deeper than his usual. You might have lied about your underwear situation because you didn’t think there was anything particularly sexy about it, but the latter part was true. You were already feeling your arousal pooling to leave a stain right under that buzzing sensation on your clit.
“Touch yourself for me. I wanna hear those pretty moans again.”
Again.
That was literally the premise of an addiction, wasn’t it? That promise of pleasure urging you to do the same thing over and over and over again. To feel good. To feel so fucking good.
Or in Minho’s words, the pursuit of happiness.
“I want those nipples wet, baby. Let me hear it.”
You shoved two fingers inside your mouth, swirled your tongue around them to produce that wet noise, and guided them on your left nipple, already hard courtesy of Felix’s constant husky groans on the phone. You let out a content exhale.
“Talk to me, Lix.”
“I was so fucking drunk on teasing you that night, you know,” Felix cursed under his breath, “I hate that I didn’t get a taste, baby. Fuck!”
“You wanna know what I taste like?”
“Yes, fucking YES, tell me. Tell me what I missed out on.”
You slid your fingers down your pants, pressing on your clit to tease it gently.
“How hard are you right now?”
“Rock hard,” Felix’s tone was slowly descending into pleading, “I’ve been hard ever since I picked up the phone. You’re not making it any easier.”
You softly chuckled at his words, “Moan for me and I’ll taste myself for you.”
“Fucking- GOD! Baby, you’re ruining me with this.”
That guttural sound was exactly what you needed. You actually felt yourself secreting that sweet, thick, and clear liquid out of your hole, glossing your entrance all around. You collected some on your fingers, hissing at the sensation of your own touch, and glazed your tongue with it.
“It tastes like peaches and cream, Lix. Not the worst idea to come up with a new Bellini recipe, just saying.”
“Jesus- I fucking love how filthy you are,” Felix’s voice began climbing in pitch, signaling you he was well on his way, “Shove those fingers inside, baby. Fuck yourself hard for me, come on.”
You were sopping wet already, but when you pushed your fingers inside to target that sweet spot, you still let out an exhale at the stretch even though it was nowhere near Felix's girth.
"Oh, fuck."
“Yes, like that. Like that, just like that. Shove it deeper. Keep rubbing that spot for me."
Your mind was flooded with the memories of his bed, that cactus blossom oil covering you everywhere, his hands making those obscene wet sounds as he glided his hands all over you. Featuring the delicious vibrations provided by his egg massager, of course.
"Oh my god, Lix!"
"Feels so fucking good, doesn't it baby? Put me on speakerphone."
You had your mental faculties barely intact, but you managed to do as he said with that last drop of sanity.
"Put the phone right next to you. I need the mic as close to your lips as possible," Felix kept instructing you, "Wet your fingers and tease that clit for me while fucking yourself."
"Oh, shit!"
You heard Felix spit on his hand and just run with it upon your cue.
"Fuck baby, yes. Yes! Harder now."
How magnificent would it be if it was physically possible for Felix to munch on your pussy while he was fucking you senseless like that, though?
"You're gonna blow for me, aren't you? You're gonna cum all over yourself thinking it's me around that cock."
You could hear how fast he was jerking himself off and the wet sounds his fist was making. Oh, what you wouldn't give to get him to lose his mind writhing under you with his fingers tangled in your hair.
"Nothing beats that cunt, baby. Nothing can match that. Fuck, ah fuck!" his breathing got way too labored, "Faster baby. Fuck yourself like it's me wrecking you. Cream on those fingers for me."
"God, Felix."
"Nice and loud for me now. Give it to me. Scream for me.”
"Felix!"
“Ah, don’t stop! Don't fucking stop. I’m about to cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard. Louder for me, come on!"
"Felix!"
"LOUDER!"
"FELIX!"
“Baby, please, FUCK!”
You arched on your couch to his moans, your toes curling hard against the waves of your orgasm. It tasted like a tall glass of ice-cold Bellini on your tongue. So sweet. So refreshing.
"In conclusion, you're gonna go to our gym on Main Street. That's where he practices," Felix panted into the receiver once post-nut clarity hit him, “And you best believe I’m gonna make that Bellini with your cum when I get you alone and drink you dry.”
"Bold, italic, and underlined,” you giggled at him, “Yowza!"
Finally having an address for a destination, you made your way to the gym that afternoon. You didn't necessarily expect Hyunjin to be alone, but when you entered the large hall with mirrors to roast him for his recklessness, you sure as hell didn't expect it to see… that.
"Why thank you for allowing me to cosplay being a prophet, prin- The fuck, Ming Kong, what are you even doing here?!"
Minho and Hyunjin both turned to your direction upon hearing your voice looking like they just completed an ice bucket challenge, soaked from head to toe, and Minho responded casually:
"I’m his coach. What are you doing here?"
"Hyunjin invited me, but more importantly, you can fucking dance?!"
Minho assumed an expression like you just dishonored his ancestors, "You should have been able to conclude that from the way I fuck, not to mention my stamina, baby. I’m extremely offended."
"Hey, beau-"
"Shush, nobody talk until we're done here. Eyes on the mirror, Hyun. Five, six, seven, eight!"
Fucking drill sergeant. Why am I even surprised?
You recognized that song immediately as it was the one you recommended to him the day before. What was more impressive was the fact that these two managed to come up with an intricate choreography in less than twenty four hours, which spoke volumes about their levels of proficiency. You already had an inkling about Hyunjin’s skills considering he was doing this semi-professionally, but Minho?
Hot damn!
The way they moved complemented each other so well. Precise, powerful movements in complete sync like there were one body, executed with utter grace, but the main difference lied in how they did it. Minho flowed like water, flooding the area he was dancing in, whereas Hyunjin scorched the floor under his steps. You couldn’t take your eyes off them throughout the entire thing, let alone engage in any kind of courtside commentary. You were dead scared to cause them to lose their mojo.
"Alright, Imma go hit the shower," Minho announced the end of practice after the eighth time they went over it, "Behave while I’m gone," he smirked and walked out of the studio, leaving you and Hyunjin alone.
"So?" Hyunjin asked, expecting a review of his performance.
"If I say ‘goddamn’ it's gonna go to your head, so I'll settle with ‘not bad’ instead," you commented sarcastically.
"I'll take that anytime," Hyunjin smiled at you while drying his sweat off with a towel.
"Aren’t you gonna ask me how I got here by myself?"
"What do you mean, I tex- Oh my fucking god, I’m so sorry! I totally forgot that, didn’t I?"
Hyunjin proceeded to apologize over and over again, and his antics got you laughing all over the place. You weren’t as mad as you were that very morning and you let it go since your satisfaction levels with that eye candy of a performance were through the roof.
And, well, you weren’t as frustrated anymore thanks to a certain someone that reminded you of strawberries an awful lot. You examined the hall for some time.
"You like mirrors huh, prince?"
"It’s a must when you’re dancing, to be honest," Hyunjin chuckled.
It was a must, yes, but you doubted anyone was that into themselves as they were monitoring their own movements. You looked at him in the mirror and felt yourself being possessed with an idea all of a sudden.
"Mind if we try something?"
"Try what, beautiful?"
You walked right in front of the mirror and sat down, and reached your hand out to him to signal him to come closer. When Hyunjin sat down right next to you, you crawled right behind him, spreading your legs to the sides to lock your legs on his.
"Get comfortable," you pulled his body towards your chest. He obliged, not having a clue what to anticipate. You basically spread him on your lap and whispered in his ear.
"I'll let this get to your head, instead, prince. Nobody looks that tantalizing when they dance."
Hyunjin broke into a smile, eyes locked on yours in that gigantic mirror. You caressed his hair and slithered your hand to the waistband of his sweats. He flinched upon the movement.
"Someone… might come in."
"Life would be boring without a little risk, don’t you think?" you kissed his temple, immediately shutting him and his concerns up, "Let me witness it again. I wanna appreciate you properly."
Hyunjin relaxed against you like your words automatically converted that place into a private room. You hooked your thumb inside and pulled down his sweats and boxers just enough so that he was exposed for you.
"Oh, god, would you just look at this?" you contorted your face upon the sight, "Begs to be touched."
You saw him gulp and close his eyes in the mirror.
Bingo.
"Do not touch yourself."
You lifted Hyunjin’s chin to signal him to open his eyes for you.
"Look at yourself for me, prince. Look how you fit snugly between my legs," you brushed your fingers around his neck, "Don’t we look absolutely pretty?"
As Hyunjin choked a moan, you grabbed his hand and guided it behind him, sneaking the fingers inside your pants.
He couldn’t help the groan at the moist contact, though.
"Do you feel how wet you make me? You know why that happens?"
"W-why, beautiful?"
"You’re just so fucking pretty, that’s why," you continued, "How do you even do that? How do you look like that? It’s like somebody made you up."
Your hand made its way down again to slide his shirt up and reveal his chiseled figure for you.
"Like you’re god’s figment of imagination."
Hyunjin squeezed your knees, completely evaporating solely with your words.
"You make me go absolutely insane, prince. Upon sight. I just wanna drop everything and fuck you senseless right in the middle of the bar," you caressed his shoulders and pierced his soul in the mirror.
"For everyone else to see."
"Fuck-" Hyunjin whispered throwing his head back to your chest.
"No one should be this beautiful. Your hair…" you ran your fingers through them.
"Your lips…" you ghosted your fingers over them.
"Your veins on your neck…" you grazed them with your nails.
"Your chest…" you slithered your hand down to caress it.
"Your thighs…" you reached down to touch that little flash of bare flesh.
"The sweat on your skin…" you dragged your tongue on his neck as he sank his fingers into your thighs.
"Just tell me, how are you a walking sex god like that?"
"God-" Hyunjin heaved a very deep sigh with his eyes rolling back like you were actually blowing him, melting into your chest in the meantime. Every one of his reactions was bringing out the demon inside you more forward. You smiled.
"You want me to touch you, don’t you, you fucking beautiful thing?"
"YES! Fuck yes. Please."
You caressed his hair again and smirked at him in the mirror.
"But I’m not going to."
Hyujin let out a frustrated whimper this time, his cock flushed pink and twitching on his crotch,
"I keep thinking about our night together, you know?"
"You d- You do?"
"Mhm. No one ever ate me out like that before. I love how you use those lips."
"Oh, beautiful."
"And you know how to hit deep," you grazed your teeth on Hyunjin’s shoulder, "So, so deep. You made me see the fucking stars for hours."
"Oh, god!"
You chortled, way too satisfied with the reactions you were able to elicit out of him.
"You might be interested in knowing that I keep touching myself to the way you slurped on me." Then you whispered into his ear with a lot of air, "Nobody does it like you."
"Beautiful, please! Touch me. Once. Just once."
"You think I don’t notice when you wet your lips for me like that?"
He whined.
"You think my jaw doesn’t drop to your thrusts when you dance for me like that?"
He whimpered.
"You think I don’t go fucking insane when I watch you get hard for me like that?"
He fucking groaned.
"You did this to me," you rubbed his fingers against your core again to smear the arousal his mere presence forced out of you in excessive amounts, "Now take some fucking responsibility."
And you dragged your tongue on his neck very, very, very slowly.
"Ah, beautiful, PLEASE, FUCK!"
As Hyunjin violently spasmed on your lap you pinned him to his place so he didn’t try to stroke himself to ride out his orgasm. You watched the way strings of milky liquid squirted out of him, painting something akin to a fractal on his navel and chest.
"Having a little party, are we?"
"JESUS, fucking knock first, why don't you?" Hyunjin pulled his pants up immediately. Minho cackled at how flustered he was.
"And miss A-grade porn? No, thank you," he spoke from the door, arms crossed against his chest and clearly way too entertained, "Felix is asking why you're not answering your phone. I'll tell him you're getting your dick hypnotized."
Before he left, Minho shot you a meaningful look, "You're way too good with that mouth, baby. Use it on me some time, yeah?" he winked and left the hall once again. You should have been embarrassed maybe, but you ended up smiling to yourself. Then you turned to Hyunjin still sitting next to you, expression trapped between aroused and ungratified. It was very obvious how proud you were of the amount of influence you had on him.
"Think again, prince. Maybe somebody worships better than you do."
Hyunjin stole one glance from you and unleashed himself on your lips hungrily. A content smile appeared on your face as he pressed his forehead to yours still panting, obviously frustrated because he didn’t get to bask in the glow of his orgasm.
"Come to my place, beautiful. Tonight. Please."
You smiled and gave him your phone, "Only if you give me your address right now. I'm not gonna wait for it to dawn on me again."
It didn’t take to be a genius to know you weren’t at Hyunjin’s place to just hang out, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still expecting some kind of class. It was the prince himself, after all. For the second time that day, however, you didn’t expect to see… that.
"Welcome to the royal chambers, beautiful."
"Uh- Weren’t you working as a barista, prince, or did I miss the memo on which country you’re ruling?"
Hyunjin laughed softly, "You do realize I’m also a dancer, right?"
Indeed the royal chambers cosplaying as a humble abode. It was a small, single-bedroom apartment, but you could swear Hyunjin contracted some interior designer to decorate the entire thing from scratch. Unless he was a hobbyist decorator himself, that was. His apartment was super cozy with warm colors all around, soft dim lights functioning as the only source of illumination creating an instantly intimate atmosphere, either some incense or a candle burning somewhere enveloping the room in a sweet scent, soft music coming out of his speakers at a low volume…
And a table that looked like it was harboring dinner for two.
"You really shouldn’t have, beautiful. Thank you," he grabbed the wine bottle you brought from you, which you thought was the only thing you were going to be having. You kept staring at the table with an expression akin to mild shock. Hyunjin felt the need the ask since you refused to break eye contact with the plates.
"You… do like risotto, right?"
"What? Uh- Yeah, of course! Who doesn’t?"
‘Who doesn’t?’ What the fuck is wrong with you woman?
"Please," Hyunjin gestured for you to sit down while he was opening the bottle of wine. What you thought was going to be excessively indulging in bodily pleasures ended up being a pseudo-date night. Not that eating didn’t provide some of that primal kind of satisfaction.
"This is fucking delicious!" you exclaimed upon that first bite, "Where did you get this from?"
"My mom," Hyunjin smiled, "I’ll tell her you like the recipe." You dropped your fork at his answer.
"Excuse me?"
"You keep calling me prince, but I happen to be a self-sufficient man, beautiful."
You were in complete disbelief of the words coming out of his mouth, "You’re telling me… You cooked for tonight. Yourself."
"Why is it that surprising?
More importantly, why did everybody keep asking you that question so fucking often?
"I uh- I’m just very pleasantly surprised, that’s all," you finally let that smile invade your lips, "I didn’t expect you to go all out like this."
"What can I say? I like spoiling people," he smiled and took a sip from his wine, piercing your soul with his gaze in the meantime, "Glad you enjoy".
Just dinner. Casual and pleasant conversation allowing you to get to know each other a little better. Playful banter as usual. Despite all that, everything about Hyunjin screamed ulterior motives, but he did it with such manners that it came across as nothing but seductive. It all culminated in a climax at the end of your meal.
"I keep thinking about you, too, you know. Our night together."
"That good, huh? Why, thank you," you commented sarcastically, still with a flirtatious smile. Hyunjin replied with intention miles away from any kind of lighthearted teasing.
"You fucking colonized my shower thoughts, beautiful."
Your smile widened as your eyes got more squinted at his words and for some reason, Changbin’s voice echoed in your head.
What an interesting piece of information.
"I got something for you if you’ll indulge me."
Hyunjin got up from his seat and extended his hand for you to guide you to his bedroom which was wrapped in a vanilla scent provided by a candle burning on his nightstand. You noticed a box that almost looked like a present placed neatly on his bed. He stopped you right in front of it and whispered in your ear while wrapping his hands on your waist from behind you.
"Wear these for me, won’t you beautiful?"
Not ‘Could you wear these, please?’. Not even ‘Will you wear these?’. It was a tag question attached out of courtesy when in reality he straight up told you to wear them. In such a hypnotic voice that you had no choice but to do it. You opened the box to see what it contained.
There was lace lingerie inside, all in black. Pantyhose and fishnet stockings paired with black stilettos.
"I’ll be outside while you get changed," Hyunjin placed a small kiss right behind your ear. It tickled you.
It was a little funny if you thought about it, though. He actually walked out of the room to give you privacy as if he was not about to violate that very privacy within a matter of minutes himself. You laughed to yourself and started stripping.
To say that Hyunjin marvelously lost his mind when you appeared at his doorframe, however, would be a colossal understatement. His jaw fucking dropped all the way to the floor.
"Like, DAMN, beautiful. Stab me while you’re at it, why don’t you?"
"Well, you asked for it," you chuckled. It was you who extended a hand to guide him back inside this time. Once he crossed the threshold of his room, Hyunjin's personality immediately shapeshifted and he literally became possessed right before your eyes, diving into your lips hungrily, hands moving around every inch of your bare skin like he wanted to sear himself.
"I’ve never fucked a goddess before, beautiful," Hyunjin filled his lungs with your scent as much as possible, "This might be the first time that I’ll actually get to worship. Please excuse the enthusiasm."
He carefully laid you down on his bed, allowing you to rid him of his shirt in the meantime. That body always managed to get you groaning, disgracefully salivating over him.
"Touch me. Please."
He didn’t have to say that twice. You were in two minds about which one of you was going to do the worshipping in that room. Hyunjin was kind of beating you to it, though.
"Oh, fuck!"
The second your fingertips met his torso, he couldn’t control the decibel of the sound he let out. If he was going to react to you like that based on one minuscule touch, who knew what you were going to induce in him when you actually started moving.
He intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed both your hands back into the mattress over your head, lips unable to stop eating you alive. When you locked your legs around his waist, Hyunjin moaned into your mouth.
"Drag those heels on me, beautiful."
You hesitated, "I uh- Doesn't- Won't it-?"
"No, it's not gonna hurt. Do it for me."
You carefully scratched his back with your heels all the way down to the small of his bare back while all Hyunjin was able to do was moan for you. Into your lips. Into your neck. In your ears. Riling you up intensely.
"Feels good?"
"So good, beautiful," Hyunjin's tone came out so different than his speaking voice like he was being hypnotized. He cupped your face within his pretty hands and asked you:
"I want you to do something for me now," Hyunjin kissed your lips with a prolonged inhale and reached out to his nightstand.
"I'd like you to paint me with this however you wish."
The request was definitely unconventional. Nobody had asked you to do this kind of a thing before, but you were concerned for different reasons. Hyunjin was basically asking you to drip a molten candle on him.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"These are called massage candles, beautiful," he held up the small candle jar for you, "They melt at very low temperatures, so they’re meant for a delightful sensation only," Hyunjin dipped his finger in the already molten candle on his nightstand to prove his point to you and it immediately dried on his fingertips, "I really like how this feels on my skin."
You watched the little flame of the burning wick dancing happily as it was dying out and glanced at the rest of Hyunjin's collection in various colors stacked together. Teals, peaches, beiges… Shades as soft as his hair, but the feeling they provided no doubt as fiery as the way he fucked. The vanilla aroma emitting from the candle was inviting a delightful sensation through your nostrils.
"Smells so soothing."
Hyunjin placed a wet kiss on your neck while running his fingers on your shoulder blades and asked you in that velvety voice of his.
"Would you like to try it, too, beautiful?"
Your hesitation was obvious, but being the prince he was, Hyunjin was never going to ask you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.
"We don’t have to. How about I help you get used to it? Does that sound good?" he brushed your hair with his fingers, "You do it to me first. See how you like it."
He helped you change positions, picked up the lighter from his drawer along with a little black matte jar, and handed them to you.
"Light it for me."
You did as he said, carefully setting the wick on fire.
"We’re going to let it melt for now," Hyunjin placed the glass jar back on his nightstand, "When you feel like there’s enough oil for you to play with, blow out the candle. Let it cool down just a little. Then paint me with it."
He was instructing you like he was giving you tips on the finer techniques of gouache painting. There was no room for doubt about how excited he was about the prospect of the impending delightful sensation.
"And as it melts, I’m gonna melt you on my tongue a little if you allow me, beautiful. Give me a little taste, will you?"
If you allowed him. He already fucking knew you were obviously going to allow him to ascend you ten more kilometers over the Everest. More so since you were already aware of what that mouth was capable of doing. Yet he would still say stuff like that as if he was displaying courteous behavior when in fact he was goddamn cognizant that your consent was a default by now. He knew how tempting he was. He fucking knew how irresistible he was.
You slick motherfucker.
Hyunjin gently pushed you back on his bed and spread your thighs apart. His brows were creased as he kept admiring your body, repeatedly huffing at the sight out of delight. Hyunjin was undeniably proud of the package he wrapped you in, but he was making no effort to rid you of it. Not even a little bit. He positioned himself between your legs and slowly slid your underwear to the side instead, exposing the source of the glaze on your pussy, glistening under the dim lights of the room. His eyes didn’t even darken at the flash of skin; they straight up blackened.
"Shit."
"Legs around my neck, beautiful."
Nothing but pure delightful misery prompted by his wet contact. Hyunjin had a singular target in mind. He didn’t care about getting you to cum, no; this was for his own pleasure only. Not touching you anywhere, not even your thighs, no kissing, no licking, absolutely nothing else besides the mellowest, slowest sucks on your clit you had ever experienced. Like he was resolute to drive you categorically insane.
"More. Please. Harder."
"Nuh-uh."
"Hyunjin, please."
What an excruciatingly pleasant contrast that was. Hyunjin was providing the one stimulation that mattered, but he was executing it in such a way, not to mention with no other auxiliary means for that matter, that it was tormenting you more than it was gratifying you. The fact that he was so contently sipping on you with his eyes closed like he was getting lost in the feeling himself was the reason to go absolutely haywire.
"Please," your plea rolled from your lips with a sob as you tugged on his luscious locks, "I can’t stand it, PLEASE!"
"But doesn’t it feel good, beautiful?" Hyunjin asked you feigning innocence, his lips and chin entirely covered in your arousal, "Can’t you let me melt you some more?"
You slick motherfucker.
It dawned on you right then. This wasn’t a matter of your climax, that much was obvious, but this wasn’t even about his entertainment, either. It was retaliation.
"You’re doing this for payback for earlier today, aren’t you?"
Hyunjin erupted into a demonic smile between your legs and you could literally hear his eyes speaking to you.
‘Took you long enough, beautiful.’
He gave one last suck on your clit and got back up, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth to clean himself.
"Your turn, beautiful. Frustrate me as much as you want," he let you taste yourself on those plush lips.
Oh, I'm gonna, you slick motherfucker.
You blew out the candle, watching the sweet-scented smoke rising like some ghost of desire haunting the room, and put it back to let it cool down. You turned your attention to Hyunjin again, spread on his own bed dying of anticipation, erection painfully bulging under his pants. You crawled over his crotch to start ridding him of that needless piece of clothing and it took you about forty five seconds to loosen two buttons. He kept flinching under you every time you made a move, but that twisted smile on his face wouldn't fade no matter what.
"I brought this on myself, didn't I, beautiful?"
"You kinda did, prince," you confirmed and finally pulled the layers of fabric standing between you and his gorgeousness. So hard. So flushed. So tightened. Leaking. All for you. All because of you.
"Oh, fuck, prince, look at you," you lowered yourself on his crotch and placed a small kiss on it, "Fucking demigod material."
"You really think so?"
"I don't fuck mere mortals," you smirked at him. He hysterically laughed in response.
Denying the guy friction altogether would be just cruel. He did have the basic amount of decency to provide contact for you after all. Unlike the monstrosity you had him endure that afternoon. You lifted your legs up, crossing them over your ass for him to admire, and started peppering little kisses all over. His tip, his shaft, his balls, his thighs… Everywhere. Hyunjin closed his eyes and let himself relish the feeling no matter how surface-level that was. That was how you knew he was never going to expect it when you took his length in the warmth of your mouth and it was going to force a very loud…
"FUCKING- Shit! Ah-"
…moan out of him. As guttural as it could get. You started humming while swirling your tongue around him. The sensation was causing Hyunjin to tug at his own hair.
"Ah, yes. Yes, beautiful, fucking yes. YES!"
You might have decided to be nice and humor him but ain’t no way you were going to let him cum like that.
"But doesn’t it feel good, prince? Can’t you let me melt you some more?" you batted your lashes at him. Hyunjin threw his head back with a laugh.
"You little-" he bit his lips, eyes still closed. You gave him one last suck and finally reached for the candle. It had melted halfway through by then. Hyunjin perked up at your movements and started watching you intently. You dipped your finger in the molten candle first to check the temperature yourself. It wasn’t even half as bad as you thought it was going to be. Felt just like warm massage oil, the feeling easy to get used to.
"Ready for me?"
"Mhm."
The candle jar had an edge to pour from like it was some sort of a beaker. You straddled Hyunjin and used your own hand as a cushion so that the oil dripped on you first. When that first drop traveled to his chest, he hissed and moaned loudly while biting on his lips hard.
"Enjoying it, are we?"
"Can't even compare to the heaven between your legs, but feels so good, beautiful. So good," Hyunjin reached his hands to your waist, "Scorch me more."
"Scorch you?" you tsked furrowing your brows and moved on to run your hands on him, smearing the oil everywhere, "Why would you ask me to do such a mean thing, baby?"
"That’s- That’s not- That’s not what I mea- AH, FUCKING GOD!"
Hyunjin was a panting mess under you by now and you could feel his rock-hard erection poking on your ass. You smiled at the overenthusiasm, which quite frankly, made you feel so fucking special. You dripped some more from the glass jar, over his collarbones this time.
"Fuck, FUCK, you’re killing me with this. Kiss me. Fucking kiss me. Now."
You rubbed your hands together and grabbed Hyunjin’s face, smearing that oil all over his jawline. You were inhaling his lips, biting on them whenever you got a second from sucking on his tongue. He kept running his hands on your back, on your face, on your sides, through your hair, just wherever he could reach.
"So pretty. So fucking pretty, my m-"
"Come again?"
Hyunjin wasn’t able to complete that sentence and his voice had trailed off. His cheeks were flushed a little but seemingly for a different reason than sheer arousal this time.
"N-Nothing."
"Why can't you say it?"
He looked somewhat flustered. Like he was legitimately trying to swallow his embarrassment. You caressed his hair for a while.
"You know, your handwriting is really pretty."
You handed him the black-burgundy jar to melt and use as ink and your body a spare bit of parchment to practice some obscene calligraphy.
"You don’t have to say it, prince. Go on, write it on me."
Hyunjin flashed an almost crazed smile at your words. He reached for the lighter and lit the candle. As he left it to melt a little, he shifted you under him and carefully grabbed one of your legs.
"You're so fucking beautiful that you're driving me absolutely insane."
He started placing kisses starting from your inner thighs, to your knees, then to your ankles.
"So beautiful. Look how fucking sexy she is, my god."
He moved on to trap the fishnet between his teeth and tug on it, then started kissing the bare skin showing behind that fence of thread on your legs.
"Softest skin. So supple. Melts on your tongue. Can't leave one spot unkissed."
Hyunjin took off your shoe and gave his full attention to your foot.
"Just so fucking beautiful."
He ripped the area covering your feet and started sucking on your toes ever so gently.
"How can every single inch of you be so delicious? I'm fucking losing my mind over you, beautiful."
"It tickles," you flinched at the feeling. A content smile appeared on his lips.
"Only the best sensations for my goddess. "
He blew the candle out, and while he was waiting for it to cool down, he proceeded to rub your feet, pressing on your pressure points firmly. You momentarily wondered whether he learned this from Felix.
"Fuck, Hyun-"
"Feels good, baby?"
"Oh god, SO fucking good."
Hyunjin continued rubbing your feet while sucking on your toes and placed your leg down after kissing it all over. Of course, he wouldn’t forget to pay the exact amount of attention to your other leg, as well. In the meantime, the candle had cooled off.
"You're sure you want this?"
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable and I’ll soothe it immediately. Your pleasure comes first for me. Just…" his hands reached out for your bra, "one last crass movement if you allow me."
"All yours," you smiled at him.
Hyunjin ripped your bra open, exposing your chest to his carnal gaze, which immediately caused him to furrow his brows again in admiration. He fondled your breasts for a while as if he was possessed until he was able to stop himself and reach for the candle.
You could see the brief hesitation passing by Hyunjin’s beautiful face like a shadow, but he went for it and dripped the wax on you with grace. With manners. With technique. The warm sensation was more than welcome and you could feel the outline of a letter shaping out on your chest.
‘M’
Then he drew another one with his beautiful cursive handwriting.
‘I’
Then another one. Then another one. Then another one. When he finished the word, Hyunjin was avoiding your gaze like he was dreading hearing something uncalled for. You flashed a reassuring smile instead.
"Why so scared, prince? You can call me that, by all means."
Hyunjin gulped thickly, eyes widening at your words, and after some more hesitation, he finally let it rip.
"Mistress."
"Say it again, baby."
"My mistress."
"There you go," you tenderly ran your fingers on his chest before uttering a sentence containing the complete opposite impact of it, "Your mistress wants you to nail her into this bed now. Think you can do that for me, prince?"
Hyunjin fucking twitched, and almost threw a fit at your words.
"Mistress, don't say such things."
"Look at me," you pulled him towards you in one swift motion getting your chests flush, the wax on you smearing on him in the meantime.
"Do it before I fuck your pretty face off."
Hyunjin grazed his teeth on your lips on cue, immediately got back up, and ripped the fishnets on you with a harsh movement.
"Look at this shit. Fucking bare for me. All for me."
He hooked his fingers on both hands behind the fabric covering your core and tore it open, fully exposing your sopping wet pussy to him.
"You fucking goddess. Come here."
You could perfectly see how tight his balls were, informing you about the excessive amount of seed yearning to be unloaded on you. Hyunjin reached the limit of his patience and there was absolutely no way he could hold himself back anymore. He pushed himself into you practicing as much self-control he could but it was so fucking hard not to rail you flat right then and there.
"FFFUCK!"
That fucking stretch felt hotter than the wax, charring your walls with every inch. When Hyunjin started moving, you felt your soul getting ripped away from your body. His moans, his grunts, his thrusts, the fucking sweat dripping from his body onto yours like diamond droplets, all of it morphed together into a very condensed form of euphoria, erasing everything else that wasn't Hyunjin from your memory.
"Fuck, FUCK! Lay down for me. I wanna fucking suck you dry."
You tackled Hyunjin down onto the bed and roughly took him in your mouth again with no amount of grace, ripped lingerie making you look like a gift box ripped open with excitement.
"JESUS, FUCK!"
The harder you sucked him, the more Hyunjin was dissolving with loud moans echoing in the room, alerting everyone in the vicinity that he was getting his ass handed to him. But it wasn't enough. It just was not enough.
"Choke me, beautiful. I want you to control how much breath I can take."
"Don't ask for what you can't handle, prince," you grinned at him.
"Don’t hold back. Do it."
You didn't know what came over to you. You were so excessively aroused that you watched yourself like you got out of your own body. You watched yourself straddle him again. You watched your hand grabbing his throat and squeezing it, light enough that you wouldn't seriously hurt him, but firm enough that he wouldn't be able to tell whether you were really gonna choke him. You spat on his cock and kept pumping him within your fist.
And Hyunjin just didn't give a fuck.
"Yes. YES! Oh, GOD, so close!"
You abruptly stopped at his words.
"Nuh-uh."
"Beautiful, PLEASE!"
"You're gonna hold it for me."
You slithered down between his legs again and tapped on them to signal him.
"Feet on the bed, prince."
His new position exposed his entrance for you and he propped up on his elbows to see you better. You wrapped one arm around his magnificent thighs, the other hand soaked and firmly grabbing his cock, and you started rimming him hungrily.
And Hyunjin just fucking lost it.
"So gonna cum on that pretty face. Oh, I’m gonna cum so hard. Suck it harder, baby."
You did as he said, wrapping the coil inside him at full speed, and it didn't even take Hyunjin a minute to snap after that.
"Harder. Harder. FUCK!!!"
He grabbed you from your hair to shoot his entire load on your face, and needless to say, Hyunjin had never witnessed something this erotic before. Your hair a mess, lips swollen from sucking him hard, lingerie torn apart and barely holding on to your body, and his cum dripping down your face.
"I'll clean you up spotless first. Then I'm gonna take such good care of you, beautiful."
Hyunjin laid you back on the bed again, removing whatever amount of fabric was trying to latch itself on you along with the shoes. He smeared his cum all over your face and neck and began licking it off of you with wet kisses, soothing the aching muscles on your body along with it. Once he was done with his cleaning, he laid down right next to you.
"Come up. Right here," Hyunjin pointed at his lips.
"You want me to sit on your face?"
"There ain’t no chair better than this, beautiful, trust me. But an aid first. Show me that hole again."
Hyunjin reached for his drawer and pulled out a small bullet vibrator. He coated the whole thing with his saliva and gently placed it inside you.
"Sit on me now."
Once you made yourself comfortable, clit pressed against his mouth, Hyunjin turned on the vibrator and started eating you out with sheer gusto.
His lips. So luscious. So plush. Ready to murder.
"Oh, fuck. Just like that baby, go at it," you held onto his headboard and threw your head back.
You involuntarily kept pulling on his locks out of enthusiasm and you noticed Hyunjin was grunting every time you did that.
"Pull harder, beautiful. You’re not gonna hurt me. Come on."
The harder you pulled, the more hungrily he munched on you. Your high was approaching fast.
"AH, yes."
"So fucking tasty. So pretty."
"Fuck, Hyunjin! More. Fucking MORE, I'm so close."
He covered his hands over yours tugging at his hair and squeezed them, urging you to pull even harder.
"Ah, yes. YES! I'm gonna cum all over that pretty mouth. Open up for me."
Hyunjin pulled the vibrator out of you upon your words and replaced it with those long slender fingers of his instead. He knew exactly where to aim.
"Fucking choke me between your legs. Come on, beautiful."
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!"
Hyunjin kept moaning into you loudly while sucking on your clit. You pressed his head towards yourself, literally choking him just like he wanted you to, squeezing fistfuls of his hair and riding his swollen lips until the edge of your orgasm, squirting your juices into his mouth as hard as he shot his load onto your face. You were completely spent by the end of it, legs violently shaking and sanity completely gone. You let yourself collapse right next to him, allowing Hyunjin to pull you in an embrace, soothing the parts of your body still burning out of desire with his kisses and soft touches.
"I take it back, prince," you said between your panting, "Nobody worships like you do, and it’s indeed a fact."
Hyunjin broke into a very content smile and adorned your lips with himself.
"Only the best sensations for my goddess."
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