Blue Versailles Dreams

“Hi!” You greeted him from afar.

Namjoon smiled, looking up from the museum brochure that he held. A flash of his dimple, already making you feel flustered. “Hello! It’s good to see you again.”

You smiled as you stopped right in front of him. “It’s good to see you, too.” 

You reach out for a handshake but he goes in for a hug. It takes you by surprise, but it’s a welcome one. This date was already off to a great start.

He was tall with cropped hair and golden skin–just as you remembered him from your introductory meeting, or–’mini-date’. Instead of the tailored suit he had on that evening, he was dressed more casually today. Still, he looked unbearably handsome. Those gentle features–only intensified by the heart-stopping smile that he beamed. And those dimples? Lord. They gave him that boyish but equally sexy charm that would make anyone weak in the knees.

“I hope you’ll forgive me. I’m not usually late but–I had a last-minute emergency at work and I had to take care of that.” You pull away from each other but his hand still lingers on your arm, squeezing it gently before it falls away. It felt…nice. He smelled nice, too.

“No big deal. And you haven’t offended me so–there’s nothing to forgive. I would have met you anywhere you needed me. I hope you didn’t feel rushed or anything.

“No, no. I really should have just ignored the call but…duty calls so…” you shrugged.

“Well…I know you said that you wanted a change of pace. I hope this is okay?”

It was certainly different from what you were used to. Typically, you arrange dates to meet up at a restaurant, a bar…or just cut to the chase and go straight to a hotel room.

“When we first spoke, you said that you liked museums and urban hikes. I thought it sounded like a great idea since I’ve done neither on any of my previous dates.”

“Neither have I,” he laughs. “My uh…dates are…usually predictable,” he smiled sheepishly.

“O-oh…Is that so?” You couldn’t help but feel inquisitive.

Realizing his mistake, he tries to correct it immediately. “I didn’t mean like that. I just meant–I’ve never gone on dates where the client gave me full control of…our activities.”

When you first met at the restaurant, he didn’t go all in with the hard-sell–unlike previous dates you’d had. He was soft-spoken and quite enigmatic. If this were any different date, you’d think he was being cagey and you’d immediately run in the other direction.

But there was something about him that reeled you in. Part of it was the thrill of uncovering that mystery.

And who were you kidding? Who could resist those dimples? And those eyes? It really was all very effortless for him. 

During your mini-date, he asked you what you wanted out of the experience. And you told him for once–you wanted to relinquish control. Day in and day out, you were the decision-maker. You called the shots. It works out great at your day job, but every now and then, you thought it would be nice not to have that responsibility.

Your request was for him to plan a whole day around you. You established your hard limits, which he carefully noted. Typically, the escorts would let clients dictate how the date would go–the choice was yours. But you were tired of ‘typical’. So, your choice–was not to make choices for the day. It was uncharted territory but there was an element of excitement to it.

“Shall we?” He gestures down a hall and you follow him. He waits for your steps to fall in sync with his.

You started down one corridor, which held the featured artist’s early paintings. You’d heard of the artist before–he’s had historic murals installed within the city. One of them was on loan to the museum to round out the whole collection, which was deemed to be the largest in decades–or, at least, that’s what the brochure said.

When you stopped in front of one painting or showed any remote interest in one, he would start talking about the story behind it and point out small details such as the varying brush strokes. He even talks about the evolving style and other artists who influenced it.

He stood right beside you and you couldn’t help but study him some more. Even in a position as benign as standing, he exuded primal confidence. “This is one of my favorites.” His deep voice resonated, inciting a restless energy in your legs. You shifted where you stood, trying to ignore the growing need between your thighs.

Art didn’t interest you very much but hearing him talk about it emphatically and with so much enthusiasm–you wished you spent more time in museums–as long as he was there to talk you through every piece.

******

“Do you do this often?”

“Do what?”

“Tour museums.”

He smiles. “Yeah, mostly during my free time. Although, I’ve never taken dates here.”

“Why’s that?”

He lifted a shoulder. “I haven’t had many clients request for this specific date. They usually just want dinner or drinks. Sometimes, we’ll go to a scheduled event. Museums aren’t usually…fun.” He eyes you carefully as he stops in front of a portrait on display.

“I don’t see why this wouldn’t be considered a fun activity.” You tilt your head to the side to admire the portrait straight ahead. You could see him still staring at you from your peripheral vision.

“Some people don’t think it’s stimulating enough.” His voice was low and raspy.

You turn your head to the side to face him. “Hm. I beg to differ.”

And there it was again, that enigmatic smile. It excited you to think about what else he had in store for your date today.

******

After about two hours of marveling at paintings, you decided to take a break at the museum’s cafe for a light meal.

“Have you always enjoyed art?”

“Oh god, no!” He says emphatically. “No, this hobby is relatively new to me. I always thought museums were the most boring places. Until, I had a client take me to an event that was in one. I arrived a bit early just to familiarize myself with the place and…I found the exhibit really interesting that day.”

A moment later, he clears his throat and turns the conversation back to you. “But enough about me. Let’s talk about you.”

Although he sat across from you at the museum cafe, the tone of his voice made it feel like he was right beside you, whispering in your ear. It was a miracle how you managed to keep it together this whole time when all you wanted was him to punish you for some undetermined misbehavior.

You uncrossed your legs, only to switch sides and cross them again–the pressure providing a pathetic amount of relief to the searing ache that built up within you.

In an effort to remain nonchalant about it, you lean in slightly and propped your elbow on the table, cupping your chin on your hand. “What about me?”

“Well…I know that this isn’t your first experience,” he says, referring to booking escorts. “Why have you decided to change things around?”

You sighed wistfully. “I’m a ball-buster…on a daily basis. It’s my job.” You looked down, fidgeted with your glass, swiping your finger at the condensation that had built up on the outside. 

“As soon as I show the slightest hint of weakness or start wavering, they’d start looking at me differently. Some people go to spas, some people turn to alcohol to unwind and let loose…” You paused to peer up at him. “I book escorts,” you say simply.

“Dating wasn’t doing it for you?”

Dating could be so cumbersome…and you’ve tried. You even tried one of those hookup apps. And while it was fun at first, it wasn’t entirely attachment-free.

Which is why you turned to escorts. It was anonymous and no-frills. The best of both worlds. You’ve booked a few ‘freelancers’ in the past…even having a couple of regular standbys. But after a while, the meetups and hookups started to feel a little stale. And since these guys had a two-three hour limit, you needed a good shakeup.

One of your longtime friends, who was a bored housewife, referred you to a very particular escort service. It was an exclusive club and you had to be referred by a current member to gain access.

You laughed. “I don’t have the patience to date…at least, not at the moment. Even the occasional hookup takes…effort. I happen to have specific needs that I want fulfilled quickly and hiring escorts takes the guesswork out of that.”

“And what is it that you need? Apart from something ‘different’ than what you normally get from other escorts?”

This was one of the things you enjoyed about escorts. They’re intent on getting to know more about you and what you like. They’re hard-wired to please their clients, to make sure that they keep coming back for more. That was their business, but at the end of the day, it was a judgment-free zone. And you appreciated that you can be honest about what you wanted and how you wanted it done.

“I just want to be handled.” You say to him frankly, without breaking eye contact.

He smiled. “And you think I’m the one who can take care of business for you?”

While scrolling through their app, Namjoon’s profile intrigued you, right off the bat. It was something in the look in his eyes that pulled you in. And your conversation during your initial meeting sealed the deal for you.

“Well…can you?” You already knew the answer but still wanted to challenge him.

He smiles cockily but doesn’t answer your question, but still stays on topic. “So, you like to be dominated every now and then?” He asks, based on what he’s read from your profile.

You relax your shoulders, leaning back in your seat. “In a way? But, on my own terms.”

He chuckled at your bossiness. “Hard habit to break?”

You smiled. “It’s…difficult to explain.”

“No, I get it, I think?” He smirked, mirroring your seating position, regarding you. “You’re used to having control over your job…your life. Once in a while, you want to let go a little bit…let things happen–but in a way where you still get to have a say in it. Is that pretty close?”

It sounded strange when he verbalized it–but that was exactly it. Being in control gets so exhausting. But you were human. You needed a safe space to allow yourself to be soft–without compromising your identity.

“To put it bluntly, yes.”

He smiles, looking pleased with himself. He glances at his watch, then at you. “Are you ready for our next stop?”

“Sure! Where to?”

“There’s a museum in the middle of the park that holds weekly themed events at night. Have you heard about it?”

You shook your head. “That seems unusual. A night at the museum? Do the exhibits come to life or something?”

He cocked an eyebrow then chuckled softly at your attempt at humor. “No…but I promise you, it’s still going to be as exciting, I’ll tell you that much.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “Really?”

He nods gently.

You purse your lips, the mystery killing you. “Will you give me a hint?”

“And ruin the surprise?” He shook his head, taking a sip of his water.

You give him your best puppy eyes, trying to quietly appeal to him. But he stares back at you quietly, unyielding.

You decide to push your luck a bit and bat your eyelashes at him. “Please?”

At the sound of that, he flexed his jaw and leaned in closer to you. You’d never seen anything hotter. He lowered his voice, deciding to throw you a bone.

“Let’s just say…you’ll be saying that word a lot when we get there.”

That made you gulp audibly.

He grins mischievously. “C’mon, we should get going before it gets too crowded there.”

******

He wasn’t kidding about this place. You’ve driven past it before but dismissed it as another Natural History Museum and Aquarium. After years in this city, you never thought to come here during the day–much less at night.

After checking in to get your tickets scanned by the entrance. Namjoon tells you that this event is for guests aged 21 and over only. A guest services staff checks your IDs–you look away when he presents his and he does the same when you present yours. Careful to protect both your identities.

“Thank you both. Welcome to Night Life!” The staff says enthusiastically.

You walk through the glass doors. You crane your neck and scan the main hall. It doesn’t even look like a museum. Sure, there were signs leading to some exhibits and directions to the aquarium. Neon LED lights illuminated the space. There was a DJ booth whose music blasted through large speakers that were situated in strategic corners. There were cocktail carts with patrons lining up to get their drinks. It was practically a club!

“Wow–this is…different,” you remarked, still marveling at the space.

“You said you wanted ‘different’ so…” He trailed off.

Ask and you shall receive. Even though he planned this whole afternoon around things that he liked doing, he was still intent on pleasing you.

The service promised ‘satisfaction guaranteed.’ So far, you have yet to be disappointed.

“Looks fun!” You beamed in excitement.

“C’mon, let’s get you a drink,” he urges while you walk towards the closest mini-bar by the entrance.

******

Tonight’s theme was centered on wildlife photography. The museum had some guests of honor, famous photographers and documentarians who exhibited their work, which was also available for purchase.

You walked around, admiring the portraits. Very different from paintings and sculptures from your earlier museum trip, but no less interesting.

You ventured down to the lower level, where the aquarium was situated. High-top tables were spread out around the space but they left more than enough room for guests to move and admire the various exhibits.

You both stopped in front of one, which was situated in a quiet corner. Although most of the guests crowded around the jellyfishes, coral reef, and stingray exhibits–which were in larger tanks, this smaller tank fascinated you.

“Leafy seadragons. Pretty cool, huh?”

You hummed. “They’re beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like them.” These sea creatures moved slowly and gracefully in the water. It was like a seahorse but with a more fabulous outfit.

“They’re so…hypnotic,” you say distractedly.

He looked sideways at you, eyeing you intently. “When you booked me, you said it was because you wanted a different experience?”

“Yes, I did.” You cocked your head to the side, examining the exhibit for a few seconds before turning your attention back to him.

“Honestly, I was tired of the usual booking. Dinner, drinks, followed by sex–not that I’m complaining but….” You lifted a shoulder. “It gets pretty boring after a while,” you say flatly. “I thought I’d explore a bit more.”

He regarded you intently. “You know, this is the first time that a client has told me to plan out the date. I have to admit, I was pretty excited about it.”

That makes two of you.

“I wanted a change of pace. The men I’ve hired–they’re great and I liked them–for whatever purpose they served but…at a certain point, I wanted a bit more out of the dates.”

“Hmm…is this date ticking all of your boxes so far?”

He sidled up to you. The scent of his cologne hitting your senses. He didn’t bathe in it–unlike the other guys. It was subtle, but still potent enough to make you feel off-balance. 

“Not all of it.” You stared at him hungrily. “There’s one more box that I haven’t quite determined yet.”

He smirked. “If you’re relying on your statistics, wouldn’t you think I’d have already fulfilled everything you wanted out of this experience?”

You smirked back at him. “Well, unlike you, I’m not big on guessing games or theories. I’m more of a—what’s the word—pragmatic? And I like to experience things firsthand before I come to my own conclusion.”

“Oh, is that right? You’d like to come to your own conclusion?”

“Yes.” You try not to sound too breathless.

“Hm. That’s fair.”

You sighed softly. “Because how would I know…what I don’t know? And I don’t trust hearsay.”

“I couldn’t agree more. So, when would you like to rectify that?” His hand crept up the small of your back and started drawing soft, circular patterns on it.

“As soon as possible. I’d hate to pay overtime if I don’t need to.”

“You won’t need to. One thing about me is that I’m very efficient. I prioritize quality…over quantity.” You turned your head to the side to find his face inches away from yours. “But…I can fulfill both, if you want.” He purred.

“Yes...”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, that’s what I want,” you swallowed hard.

A smile ghosted his lips. He looked sideways for a brief moment then turned his hot gaze back to you. “Would you like a prelude?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Before you could answer, he backs you into a corner that you weren’t even aware of until now.

The barely lit, constricting space makes you feel a little bit panicked, but also excited.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Nobody will see us. I made sure of that,” he replied confidently. His hand gripped one side of your hip firmly, his fingers flexing, as if testing your limits.

You tilt your chin up, inching closer to his face. “You look like you’ve done this before,” you say breathily. 

He dipped his head lower, his mouth a hair’s breadth away from you. “And if I have, would you care?”

His lips brushed behind your ear. One of his hands pressed flat to your stomach, the fingers splaying to urge you deeper into the corner. He was as aroused as you were, his cock already hard against your thigh.

You’d never gotten frisky in public–but that didn’t mean that it was a hardline for you. All you needed was the right partner for it.

Your hand slid down, past his waist, grazing his crotch. “As long as you know what you’re doing, I don’t really care.” 

He lifted his head at your boldness and stared you down. You stared back at him in the dim light and nipped at his lower lip.

He groaned and sealed his mouth over yours. His lips were firm but exerted gentle pressure. You sighed and his tongue dipped inside. His kiss was confident, right on-brand with what he’s shown you so far…and it had the right amount of aggression that turned you on wildly.

He cupped the back of your head and the curve of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “If you want to stop at any point, just say so, YN. Do you understand?” He murmured past your lips.

You nodded.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Yes. I understand.”

He caught your lips again, hand gliding past the hem of your dress and right up between your legs where he parted you with his fingers. He slid one finger into you, making you inhale sharply at the sensation.

He smiled through your kisses, pulling out then pushed back in with two fingers. You did your best to hold back a moan but a pathetic whine escaped your lips.

“Oh my god…” You were panting for him, your hips circling shamelessly onto his thrusting fingers. You felt like you’d lose your mind if he didn’t get you off.

You’d never been so turned on in your life. If anyone walked right past you right then and found you writhing in this corner while finger-fucked you, you wouldn’t care. You just wanted to cum.

“Do you want to hear all the ways I can please you, YN?” He holds one of your legs up with his free hand and rests it on his hip to spread you wider for him. Your cunt rippled around his stroking fingers, the rawness of his words pushing you to the brink.

He was breathing hard, too. His face was flushed, eager to give you what you needed, what you craved.

“I can do anything…everything you ask me to.” Hearing you whine softly, he takes your mouth again, swallowing the rest of your moans while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

Your insides pulsed erratically at the onslaught, that familiar feeling, surging within your belly. He withdrew his fingers and palmed your sex, rubbing rhythmic circles around your clit. You bucked your hips against his hand shamelessly, absolutely lost in the moment.

The music pumped through the speakers, swelling with a heavy bassline that thumped against your chest. One final stroke of his hand had you groaning into his mouth, your body stiffening as searing pleasure ripped right through you.

Your neck goes lax and you collapse on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest.

“Fuck, you make the sexiest noises…I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight,” he chuckles darkly.

******

You waited until the coast was clear, giving him a few minutes to get his raging hardon down. Truth be told, you didn’t mind if he fucked you right then. But you were paying him a premium price…and you wanted to enjoy him to the fullest, preferably with all of his clothes off.

You called a car to head straight to the hotel where you booked a room for the night. You never took guys back into your home–it was too risky–didn’t matter how hot they were.

You continued to make out in the backseat. The driver, bless his heart, did his best to look away while you both sighed and giggled like horny teenagers.

When you arrived at the entrance, you tipped him generously as you and Namjoon practically sprinted past a crowded lobby and towards the bank of elevators. Thankfully, the hotel allowed you to check in earlier today. You didn’t think you’d be able to endure another second without his body pressed up against you.

You stumbled out of the elevators and staggering down the hall to your room. It was a challenge trying to untangle yourself from him. As you fumbled for the hotel keycard in your purse, his lips were on your neck, hands snaking up your dress. You hurried to pull the card out or you’d risk him fucking you out in the hallway.

The door clicks open and you both barrel into the room, his mouth shifting up to your lips to taste you again. Distantly, you hear him kick the door shut, continuing to back you further to the bedroom.

He spins you around, your back pressed against him, caging you while his hand roams all around your front. Squeezing your breast with one, the other rubbing at your clothed pussy.

You threw your head back in low moan as he nipped at your neck, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks.

Boy, did he know how to make a woman feel good…and abso-fucking-lutely aroused.

Somehow, you found yourself right by the foot of the bed. He spins you around again and pushes you softly, making you fall to the mattress. The hem of your dress scandalously hiked up past your waistline.

He hisses at the sight of your laced panties, so you decide to push his buttons. You pull your dress up over your head, leaving you laid up in your underwear. You reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side.

He bit his lower lip, as if fighting the animalistic urge to completely devour you.

Keeping his eyes trained on you, he unbuttoned his shirt, painfully slowly–before his fingers moved to undo his jeans in the same, controlled manner.

Your body practically vibrated with anxiety–beating you at your own game.

You grunted. “We don’t have all night, you know,” you said through gritted teeth while you watched his hand go past his boxer-briefs’ waistband, stroking his length beneath it.

“I know,” he says simply.

Your mouth was watering, you wanted him to take you, five minutes ago!

You scooched back further on the bed, lifted your hips to rid yourself of your panties. You spread your legs wide to entice him. “What are you waiting for then?” 

“For you.”

You threw your head back in frustration and flatten your back on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. “What are you talking about? I’m ready!” You whine petulantly.

“I know that.” He pulled a condom out of his pants pocket.

“So, fuck me now!”

There was a beat of silence in the room, filled by the sound of your heaving breaths.

“You have to ask nicely first,” he says evenly.

You sat back up quickly at the sound of that. He was naked in front of you now, your core clenching involuntarily at the sight of him. He cocked his eyebrow at you until realization sets in and you recall your conversation from this afternoon.

You took a deep breath to dull the pounding in your chest.

“Please,” you say quietly.

“I can’t hear you.” He teases you further, slipping the condom casually down his length. Your mouth went dry.

You cleared your throat. This was what you wanted–to loosen the reins, give up control for a bit…and be dominated…on your own terms.

“Please,” you say a little louder.

“Please…what?”

“Please…Fuck. Me.” You enunciated every word for him.

He grinned wickedly, crawling up the mattress towards you, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. “That’s a good girl.”

You were pressed full-body against him, achingly aware of every hot, hard inch of him. You kissed him back, tasting him. Savoring him. Your skin was damp and way too sensitive, your breasts heavy and tender. Your clit throbbed for attention, the pounding reaching up to your ears along with your raging heartbeat.

He was levered over you, his arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of your knee, sliding upward along your thigh in a firm glide.

A low rumble vibrated in his chest, the primitive sound sending goosebumps coursing through your pores.

In a daze, you watched Namjoon’s body lower, your legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. Your muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between you that you’d been craving since he fingered you at the museum. Lowering his head, he took your mouth…hard, bruising your lips in the process.

You pulled on his silky strands, making him growl while your kisses deepened, stroking your tongue with lush licks of his own. You felt the same intense pounding of his heart against your chest, proof that he was right in this same moment with you.

“I want you so much,” you breathed out in between kisses. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m going to make you cum over…and over…’til you beg me to stop.”

“Fuck, yes,” You muttered, aware that you weren’t offended. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for you was a serious aphrodisiac.

“Let me in, then.”

You very eagerly reached between you, reaching for his cock. Spreading wider for him you rubbed the tip against your slick folds. The contact would have made you orgasm at the friction but you preferred to cum while he was inside you.

You guided him to your center, gasping at the way he parted your flesh. He pushed in gently, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” you respond while your walls adjust to the stretch. “More…please.”

His jaw hardened. He pulled out slightly then slid his cock back in, pushing deeper. Your mouth falls open while he fills you to the brim.

“Ffuuckkk…” you dragged out, digging your nails into his biceps.

“You’re so tight…”

“You’re just huge,” you countered.

He chuckled devilishly, flashing that damned dimple at you. Tightening his hold, he starting fucking you, nailing your hips to the mattress with deep, fierce thrusts. Pleasure rippled through you again, pushing through you with every drive of his body.

He buried his face in your neck and held you tightly in place, fucking you hard and fast, whispering raw, sex-crazed words that drove you to absolute insanity.

“You feel me deep in you, huh? I can feel it against my stomach…my dick pounding into you.”

You’d give him this round. You made small, helpless sounds of want while his mouth ate yours. You were desperate for him, nails digging into his ass, struggling to meet his thrusts with your own.

“Come on, baby…” he ordered. “Cum for me now…”

You climaxed in such a rush that had you babbling incoherently, the sensation elevated by the way he’d possessed your body. He threw his head back, shuddering at the feel of your insides pulsating and gripping at him tightly.

Still trying to piece your brain back from your orgasm, you vaguely register him pulling out of you, making you wince.

Lifting you, he moved you, shifting your positions so that his back was to the headboard and you spread over him. Your bodies sliding against each other with a generous layer of sweat.

“Do you want to take your control back?”

Your breath hitched. While you enjoyed begging him to do things to you, you couldn’t fight the urge to take some of that power back for yourself.

“Yes,” you answered, definitely.

With your knees on either side of his hips, you straightened your spine, making you tower over him now.

Leaning back further, he stretched his arms on either side of him. “Go ahead and take it, then.”

You ran your hands down his chest, relishing the hardness of his muscles. Your fingers traced the ridges of his pectorals, his abdomen…your own personal, interactive art exhibit right in front of you.

You rocked your hips against him, stroking yourself with the hard length of his cock. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth.

“Don’t tease me–put me back in,” he practically demanded.

Now it was your turn to torture him. “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

He cupped your face and pressed his lips hard against yours. You reached down to stroke his length–the condom, covered in your slick.

He tensed but didn’t stop you. He handed control back to you. He closed his eyes and groaned at the delicious punishment you were giving to him. The sounds he made were both pained and erotic to you. You squeezed him gently, your touch deliberately tender as you sized him with your hands. You slid both of your fists up his length from root to tip, your breath catching when he shuddered beneath you.

Namjoon gripped your thighs, his hands sliding upwards until his thumbs grazed your taut nipples. He pinched and tugged at them, making you moan into his mouth.

“I can beg, too, if that’s what it takes to be inside you again,” he murmured into your mouth. 

“Say it.” You stroked him with one hand.

One of his thumbs slid beneath you, the pad sliding through the slickness of your dripping core. “Please, YN…Fuck me,” he said so clearly, his eyes gleaming at you.

Your cheeks heated. The evenness of his tone sent a burst of confidence through you. 

Setting your hands on his shoulders for balance, you lifted onto your knees, rising to gain the height you needed to hover over the tip of his cock. His hands gripped your hips, steadying you.

His hardness brushed past your inner thighs as he moved and you whimpered, so aching and empty, as if the orgasms he’d given you earlier had only aggravated your craving rather than sated it.

He tensed when you wrapped your fingers around him and positioned him, tucking the wide head against the saturated folds. The scent of sex was heavy and kicked the room’s temperature up several notches–it was a dizzying mix of need and pheromones that awakened every inch of you.

“God. YN,” he gasped as you lowered onto him, his hands flexing restlessly on your thighs.

You closed your eyes briefly. When you opened them, you were eye-to-eye, only inches apart.

“Move for me, please.” His gasped words were threaded with a hint of delicious agony.

He didn’t need to ask twice. Your hips rolled of their own volition.

He reached down, massaged your clit with the pad of his thumb, rubbing slow, expert circles. Your core tightened and clenched tightly around him in a vice-like grip. He was so agonizingly gorgeous, lying beneath you, watching you take what you wanted from him.

His neck arched, fighting to restrain himself from barrelling his hips against you. “Ah, fuck…you feel so good,” he bit out, his teeth grinding.

He was so deep you could hardly stand it, forcing you to shift from side to side, trying to ease the unexpected bite of discomfort with his size. But your body didn’t seem to care that he was too big. Your cunt took him greedily–as if it couldn’t get enough. Your walls rippled around him, squeezing…on the verge of orgasm.

Unable to contain himself any further, Namjoon cursed under his breath, held on to your hip with one hand, urging you to lean back with the other, as his chest heaved. You stretched your arms back, holding onto his thighs for support and leverage.

You opened up wider, taking more of him in. Your belly fluttered at how much deeper he sank, hitting the tip of your cervix, savoring the soreness as he pushed just past your limits. 

His hips churned impatiently, meeting your thrusts. You lifted carefully, sliding up a few inches before he stopped you with that ferocious grasp on your hip.

Your eyes locked on each other as the pleasure coursed through your bodies. The sounds that escaped his lips spurred you, as if the pleasure were as unbearable for him as it was for you.

Somewhere along the way, primitive instinct took over you, leaving your body completely in charge. Your sole focus was the urge to fuck him out of his mind, the vicious need to ride him until the tension burst and set you free of this mindless, animalistic hunger.

“Fuck…yes…oh my god…so good,” you mewled, lost to him.

Using both hands, he directed your rhythm, his cock rubbing that tender, aching bundle of nerves inside you. You shook involuntarily, realizing that your orgasm was creeping up quicker than you anticipated.

“Ah, shit–I’m close,” you gasped out.

Leaning forward slightly, he captured you by the nape, pulling you closer to him. Your orgasm exploded through you, starting with deep, throbbing spasms of your core before radiating outward until you shivered all over.

He watched you fall apart, holding your gaze when you would’ve closed your eyes. Possessed by his stare, you cried hoarsely, cumming harder than you ever had, your body jerking with every pulse of your nerves.

He growled, pounding his hips up at you, yanking your hips lower to meet his merciless lunges. He tunneled into you, hitting you with every deep thrust.

You watched him intently, wanting–no, needing to see what it was like when he went over the edge. His eyes were wild, pupils dark and blown out wide…losing their focus as his control melted away, his face marred by the brutal need to climax.

He came with a feral growl…his deep, animalistic groans riveted you with their ferocity. He shook as his orgasm ripped through him, making you clench at the sensation of him spurting into the condom. 

You cupped his face, his features softening after riding out his high. You brush your thumb across his lips, a small offering of comfort and intimacy as his stuttered, gasping breaths fanned your face.

He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his damp forehead against yours.

“Wow,” you breathed, shaken.

His lips twitched. “You can say that again.”

You both smiled, feeling dazed and high.

You stayed like that for a minute, holding each other, absorbing the aftershocks. He turned his head and kissed you softly, the gentle strokes of his tongue into your mouth, slowing the pounding in your chest to a steady thrum.

You lifted gingerly off him, biting your lip at the feel of him slipping wetly out of you. The friction was enough to make you want more. But you had to admit, you were spent–fully satisfied.

He disposed of the condom, offering to help clean you up–and you let him. Shortly after, he jumped into the shower.

******

You were in a bathrobe, in the middle of checking your emails when he stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed again.

“Are you okay?” He asks, as if he hadn’t already checked on you minutes ago. 

“Yes I am, thank you,” you replied. “Are you alright?”

He laughed. “I’ll admit, I think I need another minute.”

You smiled while you walked towards where you set your purse down, on the coffee table by the window. While he was in the shower, you picked it up off the floor after you dropped it haphazardly when you were both in the midst of your horny entanglement earlier.

“By the way, I should have given you this sooner.” You reached in to grab an envelope of cash and hand it to him. “I uh–sort of got distracted earlier,” you chuckled sheepishly.

“Well…you and me both,” he laughs, taking his payment. “As long as you don’t tell my boss about it.”

You gestured as if zipping your lips. “He’ll only hear about the good things,” you promised.

“Thank you,” he says, pocketing the money.

“Where are you off to now? Do you have other bookings today?” It wasn’t awkward for you to make smalltalk. It was all business anyway.

“I actually had to reschedule my next client,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck while he looked down at his phone that he held with his other hand. “You kind of wore me out. You’re making me rethink my workout regimen.”

You laughed heartily. “That might be a good idea. You’ve got to work on your stamina.” You winked at him before turning to your phone again, clicking at the screen.

His brows furrowed, feeling a little slighted. “Why’s that?

Before he gets an answer, his phone pings with a distinctive alert from his BFE app. When he glances at it to check, the crease between his eyebrows soften when the request pops up on his screen. He looks up at you and grins.

“Because I’m booking you again and I’m gonna need you to keep up with me.”

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