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Inside, tha atmosphere was an entirely different world—dark, sultry, and smelling richly of expensive liquor, polished mahogany, and the faint, sweet scent of citrus. In the far corner of the room, under a single amber spotlight, a live jazz trio was playing a slow, lazy tune, sending a low rhythmic vibration right through the dark floorboards underneath you.

You make your way through the small tables, ignoring the low chatter of couples and friends, and headed straight to the back of the room where the long, dark bar top stretched out. And there he was.

Jongseob was in the middle of preparing a drink, his movements so fluid and precise that it almost looked like choreography. He was wearing his work attire—a sleek black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing veiny, toned forearms that flexed with the movements of his hands.

The top two buttons of his shirt were keft undone, giving you a teasing glimpse of his pale collarbone and the lean expanse of his shoulders. His blonde hair was styled back but a few loose strands fell over his forehead, cathing the light as he tilted his head to focus on the mixing glass in front of him.

You had been coming to this bar for nearly six months. It had started as a coincidence—a quiet place to escape the loud, chaotic energy of your college campus, but it had quickly turned into a routine. A routine that you convinced yourself was built because of the relaxing experience, but quickly centered entirely around the man making drinks behind the counter.

At first, your interactions were purely innocent, and somewhat professional. He was the talented, quiet bartender who always seemed to know exactly what kind of flavor profile you wanted, and you were the quiet customer who preffered sitting at the corner of the bar rather than the intimate tables. But over the months. those short exchanges of "What can I get you?" and "Thanks" slowly turned into something much deeper.

You learned that he was incredibly passionate about music, often staying up working on beats and writing lyrics in his notebook when the bar was slow. He learned that you had a liking for classic, simple drinks, and that you tend to chew on your bottom lip when you were stressed or overwhelmed.

Slowly, the professional boundary started to blur. It was in the way his hand would brush yours just a second too long when he slid your glass across the counter. It was the way you would feel the heat of his fingers brushing against yours. It was in the way his dark, pretty eyes would lock onto yours from across the crowded room, holding the eye contact with a heavy look that made your chest tighten and your pulse race.

You would be lying if you said you haven't thought about him in a non-platonic way before. In fact, those thoughts had been keeling you awake for a couple of nights, your mind reeling with imaginary scenarios that were definitely far from platonic. But you had always brushed it off, to scared to ruin the comfortable, safe dynamic you had built with him over the months.

As you slid onto your usual barstool at the very end of the counter, the ice in an empty glass left by a previous customer clinked softly, your hand pushing it far away from you. Jongseob immediately turned towards the sound, catching his attention and glancing your way before going back to work. He finished pouring a dark liquid into a fancy-looking glass, slid it to the man waiting for it with a polite nod, and turned his full attention to you.

The moment his eyes landed on your form, the professional smile on his face shifted into something much softer, his eyes darkening slightly as his eyes slowly swept down your body, taking in the dress you decided to wear tonight.

​"You're late tonight," he murmured, his voice a deep, raspy rumble that cut through the low murmur of the jazz band. He stepped over to your side of the bar, getting rid of the glass in front of you and grabbing a clean cloth to wipe down the moisture sitting on the counter.

Jongseob stood close enough that you could catch the faint, intoxicating scent of his cologne—something woody, warm, and sharp, mixed with the sweet scent of the citrus peels that you assumed he used earlier.

​"Had to finish a project," you replied, leaning your elbows on the cool wood bar and looking up at him. Your heart did a familiar, frantic flutter in your chest just from the sheer intensity of his gaze. "But I made it before last call."

"I would have stayed open just for you anyway," he said, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Jongseob tossed the cloth over his shoulder and rested his hands flat on the bar top, leaning in just enough that your faces were only inches apart. "So, what's the verdict tonight? The usual?"

​"Surprise me," you challenged softly, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes, feeling bolder than usual. "Make me something custom. Something that fits the mood."

​Jongseob raised an eyebrow, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before rising back to meet your gaze. "A custom drink? Bold. You know, if you like it, the house rules say you have to stay until I lock up."

​"And if I don't?"

​"Then your tab is on me, and I'll let you walk out of here untouched," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, turning thick and heavy with an unspoken promise that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

"Deal," you breathed out, your pulse spiking at the challenge.

​You watched him work, completely captivated by the vivid sight of him. He reached for a mixing glass, his long, pretty fingers grasping the metal spoon with absolute control. He moved with a quiet confidence, adding a splash of dark, spiced rum, a dash of aromatic bitters, and a squeeze of fresh lime.

Every movement was deliberate, his veiny forearms flexing under the dim light as he stirred the liquid over large, clear ice cubes. When he finally strained the amber liquid into a chilled glass, he expressed a curl of orange peel over the rim, the tiny mist of citrus oil catching the light before he slid the drink over to you.

​His fingers deliberately brushed against yours as you took the glass, the brief, warm contact sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core. You lifted the glass to your lips and took a slow sip. The flavor was complex—warm, sweet, with a sharp, spicy kick that immediately coated the back of your throat. It was perfect.

​"Well?" Jongseob asked, his dark eyes locked on your face, tracking the way your eyes fluttered shut in appreciation. "I guess I'm staying until closing," you murmured, setting the glass down. A satisfied, primal look flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slowly. "Good. Because I've been waiting all night to get you alone."

​The next hour passed in a dizzying, slow-motion blur. You slowly sipped on your drink, your eyes tracking Jongseob as he served the remaining customers, his movements efficient but his focus clearly divided. Every few minutes, his gaze snapped back to you, holding your eyes with an intensity that made your skin flush warm beneath your clothes. Your mind was already racing, imagining what would happen once the doors were locked and the lights were turned off.

​Finally, the clock struck two. The last of the patrons exited into the cool night air, their voices fading into the distance, and the jazz trio packed up their instruments, bidding Jongseob a quiet goodnight before leaving the bar.

The heavy doors thudded shut, and the lock slid into place with a definitive, heavy click. Jongseob walked over to the main light switch and flipped it, plunging the spacious room into near-total darkness, save for the soft, purple LED strips running along the bar shelves. The dim, colorful glow cast long, deep shadows across the room, making the empty bar feel incredibly intimate, almost suffocatingly small.

​He turned around and walked back towards the bar, but instead of going behind it, he stepped out into your space.

​Your breath hitched in your throat as he approached. The polite, attentive bartender persona was completely gone, replaced by a predatory confidence that made your chest heave in anticipation. He stopped right between your thighs as you sat on the high barstool, his body towering yours, blocking out the rest of the empty room. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his frame hovering over you in the dim light.

​"Now," Jongseob murmured, his voice incredibly raspy as he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Where were we?"

He did not wait for an answer. His hands, cool from handling ice, slid flat against your bare thighs beneath your dress. You let out a sharp, trembling gasp at the sudden, freezing contrast against your overheated skin, your body twitching at the touch. Jongseob's eyes darkened at your reaction, his thumbs smoothing over the soft skin of your inner thighs, slowly gathering the fabric of your dress and bunching it upward, exposing you to his intense gaze.

​"Jongseob—" the rest of the sentence was completely stolen from your lips as he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours. The sudden, bruising warmth of his lips contrasted the chilly air of the bar, sending a violent wave of heat straight to your tummy.

He didn't hold back, his tongue immediately nudging past your teeth to claim your mouth with a frantic, heavy slide. He sucked and nipped aggressively at your bottom lip, his hand flying up to cup the back of your neck, his long fingers tangling firmly into your hair to lock you in place.

​Your mind spun, all thoughts of rules, boundaries, and the six months of pining completely shattering all at once in your head. With a sudden, desperate surge of confidence, you fisted your hands into the collar of his black button-up shirt and pulled him closer, smashing your lips back against his and asserting your own hunger.

You felt him smile into the kiss, a low, vibrating growl rumbling against your chest as he relished your sudden dominance. He shifted his weight, his hands sliding up to your hips, his grip bruising as he lifted your entire body off the stool and placed you directly on the cold, polished mahogany bar top.

​A loud, messy gasp escaped you as the cold wood made contact with your bare skin, your thighs spreading instinctively to accommodate his body as he stepped deeper between your legs. The contrast of the cold bar beneath you and the burning heat from him pressing against yours was a complete sensory overload, making you feel entirely helpless beneath him.

​Jongseob pulled his mouth away just a fraction to breathe, his hot, ragged pants fanning across your flushed cheeks. His dark eyes were completely blown out, looking wild and primal in the purple neon lights.

​"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he rasped, his fingers reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He quickly undid three more, exposing his solid, pale chest, before grabbing your hands and placing them on his warm, wide shoulders. "Touch me, please."

​You did not need to be told twice. Your fingers slid over his smooth skin, gripping his shoulders as his mouth dropped to your neck. He bit and sucked aggressively at the sensitive skin right beneath your jaw, making you let out a high, needy whine that echoed loudly in the empty room.

He left a trail of wet, open-lipped kisses down to your collarbone, his breath tickling your reddened skin, making your body grow taut with desperation.

​"You're so sensitive, baby," he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down to the hem of your dress, pulling it up and leaving you completely exposed. You immediately got to work, taking off your bra and kicking your panties off, throwing the to the side.

​His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your bare body, his mouth immediately finding one of your soft nipples. He started sucking aggressively, his tongue teasing the peak until you let out a loud moan, grabbing a fistful of his soft blonde hair and tugging it. The gesture eliciting a deep growl that vibrated right against your chest.

​He detached his mouth from your breasts and replaced his lips with his hands, roughly squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples between his fingers, your body twitching at the sudden change of sensation.

​"F-fuck," you panted, your fingers clamping down and tugging his hair again. Jongseob stared at your face, observing your completely ruined and desperate state.

​He reached down, his long, pretty fingers gently parting your slick folds. The second his cool thumb made contact with your swollen clit, a loud, shattered moan broke from your throat, your head tossing back against the dark wood of the bar.

"F-fuck, Jongseob," you cried out, your knees shaking as he began to slide two fingers deep inside your pussy. The tight, wet stretch made your mind go completely blank. He pumped his fingers inside your wet pussy with a fast, ruthless rhythm, the squelching sounds of your arousal mixing with the sound of his heavy breathing.

Your pussy was dripping, soaking his fingers as he curled them to hit the perfect, sensitive spot inside you, making you see stars. Your hips involuntarily bucked and rolled against his hand, chasing the source of pleasure, desperate to reach the edge.

​But just as you felt your orgasm building, ready to pull you under, Jongseob suddenly halted all movement. He kept his fingers buried deep inside your pussy, completely still, his thumb resting heavily against your swollen clit.

"Jongseob...please," you sobbed, tears of frustration finally welling up in your eyes and spilling over your cheeks, ruining your makeup. You tried to rock your hips against his hand for more stimulation, but his grip on your waist was ironclad, keeping you completely pinned. "Don't stop, please let me cum."

A slow, devastating smirk pulled at his lips as he looked at your disheveled, desperate state. "You want to cum so badly, pretty? But we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

He slowly pulled his slick fingers out of your pussy, making you let out a pathetically needy whine. You looked at him in dazed, horny silence as he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth—eyes locking onto yours as he slowly sucked them clean. The sheer dirtiness of the gesture made a fresh wave of wetness gush out of your hole, your mind reeling at how hot the entire situation was.

​"You look so beautiful completely undone," Jongseob whispered, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting his thick, fully erect cock spring free. "But I want to see just how much you want this first."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your thighs and spread them wide, pinning you to the edge of the cold mahogany bar. He didn't pull you down to the floor. Instead, he leaned in close—crowding your space until his chest was flush against yours.

He paused, his heavy gaze searching yours, his chest rising and falling heavily. The playful smirk faded, replaced by something deeply intense and grounded.

"I want to watch you make yourself cum for me," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, quiet rumble. He tilted your face up gently, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I want to watch you touch your pussy while you look at me. Is that okay, pretty? Can I watch you do that?"

You swallowed hard, your body shivering in anticipation, and nodded quickly. "Yes... please."

"Tell me, say my name," he whispered, wanting to hear it.

"Yes, Jongseob," you breathed out. "Watch me."

A soft, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest. "Good. You're going to make yourself cum, and you are not going to look away from me for even a second while you do it."

Trembling under the sheer intensity of his gaze, you slowly reached down between your legs. Your fingers were already soaked in your own hot, dripping slick. You found your swollen clit and began to rub it, the wet, messy friction sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"Yes, just like that," Jongseob rasped, his eyes widening slightly as he stared dead into your eyes, refusing to look down at your hand. He wanted to watch every emotion cross your face. "Look at me. Keep your eyes right on me."

Your face flushed a deep crimson, your chest heaving against his as your fingers moved faster over your clit. You tried to cast your gaze downward, overwhelmed by the raw, exposing heat of the moment, but his grip on your chin tightened just enough to keep you locked in place.

"Ah, ah. Keep your eyes on me," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave. "Let me see how needy you get when you touch yourself. Let me see how much you want my cock."

You let out a broken whine, your hips involuntarily rolling against your own fingers as the tension in your lower stomach wound tighter and tighter. To add more sensation, Jongseob wrapped his large, veiny hand around his own hard dick—slowly stroking the length of his shaft right against your thigh, never once breaking eye contact. The sight of his scrunched face and the rhythm of his hand on his cock made your pussy gush with fresh wetness.

"Jongseob...please, I'm so close," you sobbed, your eyes watering, your vision blurring as you stared into his deep, dark eyes.

"Then cum for me, pretty," he growled, leaning down to press his lips against yours in a bruising, open-mouthed kiss, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes again. "Cum right now. Keep looking at me."

With a desperate, frantic rub of your fingers against your clit, you pushed yourself over the edge. A shattered scream tore from your throat as a massive, pulsing orgasm washed over you, your pussy walls contracting violently around empty air. You shook uncontrollably, your hand dropping away as your eyes dilated, locked onto his in raw vulnerability.

Jongseob let out a deep, guttural groan at the sight of your ruined face, his own breath ragged and desperate. But as you slowly came down from your high, a sudden spark of boldness flared up inside you.

Instead of letting him take over, you reached up and fisted your hands in his collar, hauling him down. "My turn," you breathed against his lips, your voice carrying a sudden, quiet authority. "Sit."

Jongseob’s eyes widened, a sudden, dark shiver running visibly through his body. The commanding, dominant persona instantly melted away, replaced by a breathless, incredibly eager submission. A needy, raspy gasp escaped his throat as he nodded, entirely compliant with his pupils completely blown out.

Jongseob immediately stepped back and sat down on the high barstool right in front of you. He rested his hands flat on the cold mahogany of the bar beside your hips, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wood for support. He looked up at you with completely dilated, desperate eyes, his chest heaving as he waited for your next move.

You slid forward, straddling his lap and aligning his hard, leaking cock with your wet pussy. Holding his intense gaze, you slowly, deliberately lowered your weight, swallowing his entire length in one tight, agonizingly slow stretch.

Jongseob let out a loud, shuddering cry, his hips stuttering upward instinctively to meet you, but he forced himself to stay still under your control.

"Don't move," you commanded softly, leaning down to press a teasing, open-mouthed bite to his collarbone.

"Fuck, baby... please," he groaned, his voice completely wrecked and helpless as you began to slowly roll your hips against his. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head tossing back as you set a brutal, agonizingly slow pace. He was entirely at your mercy, whimpering beneath you as you rode him—his hands twitching against the bar as if desperately wanting to grab you, yet completely bound by your rule.

"Do you like this, Jongseob?" you murmured, tracing his jawline with your fingers.

"God, yes...you're so warm, fuck," he gasped out, his chest rising and falling frantically. "Please, baby, faster. I want to feel you deeper."

You picked up the pace, sliding up and down his thick cock, sending wet, squelching sounds echoing through the quiet bar. Jongseob let out weak, needy groans with every downward stroke, completely unraveled by your dominance.

But as the pleasure coiled tighter in both of your bodies, the switch in him flipped once more. His dark eyes snapped open, blazing with a sudden, returning heat that made your breath catch.

"I can't—I can't take this anymore, pretty," he growled, his voice thick and commanding again. His large hands flew to your waist in a bruising grip, completely halting your movements. "Let me take over, please. I need you."

"Yes, okay," you gasped, completely overwhelmed by the sudden shift. With a low groan, Jongseob lifted your body, placing you flat on your back on the bar top. He spread your legs wide over his shoulders, leaning over your pliant body.

Without waiting, he drove his entire cock back inside you with a fast, ruthless rhythm. His hips slammed hard against your ass, the loud, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy echoing off the empty walls. Every thrust was deep—driving his length into your sensitive spot over and over again.

You clung to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as he fucked you mercilessly. A shiver went down your body as you felt the coil in your tummy come undone. Your body went taut as you reach your second orgasm, legs shaking violently as your mind became a complete, chaotic blur of pleasure. For a moment, you felt his hot and ragged breath against your neck before he pulled back to gaze down at you again.

"Look at me," he panted, his pace turning frantic, his muscles bulging under the purple neon light as he reached his limit. "I'm going to fill you up, pretty. Look at me."

You forced your heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze just as he let out a loud moan. Jongseob drove his cock as deep as it could go, his hips locking against yours as he released his cum deep inside your pussy. His body shuddered violently, his head burying in the crook of your neck as he rode out the wave of his release, painting your inner walls warm.

The quiet, steady sound finally registered in your ears as the heavy haze of pleasure slowly cleared.

Jongseob slowly pulled his dick out of you with a soft, wet slip, making you hiss at the sudden overstimulation. You weakly collapsed against the bar top, your cheek resting against the cool wood as your heart rate gradually slowed down.

He didn't let you stay there for long. Smiling softly, he slipped his hands under your arms and carefully lifted you down from the bar, carrying you over to the plush velvet booth in the VIP section. He set you down gently, taking a pack of wet tissues from behind the bar to clean your sticky thighs, his touch incredibly gentle as he tended to your sensitive skin.

He picked up your dress and made you wear it again, making sure it covered you properly before dressing himself up too. Jongseob then slid onto the velvet seat right next to you, pulling you directly into his chest. His shoulders felt warm and solid as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart.

"I think we should definitely add that custom drink to the permanent menu," Jongseob murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear. He wrapped his strong arms securely around your waist, pulling you closer as a lazy, satisfied smirk played on his lips.

You let out a soft laugh, resting your hand over his chest as you looked up at his relaxed face. "Only if I'm the only one allowed to order it."

"Deal," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your swollen lips, his thumb gently caressing your hip as the quiet hum of the empty bar wrapped around you both.

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author's note: got resurrected from the dead because of bartender jongseob 😵‍💫 the moment i saw the video of him singing amnesia in the fanmeeting, my mind immediately thought of something to write about lmao. as always, i hope you enjoyed reading this! don't forget to press "♡" and reblog, i really appreciate it! thank you for your ever-growing support for my works!

Even in the low light, you could see the way his gaze traced your features — lingering on your lips when you smiled and dropping to your exposed collarbones when you laughed.

"How’s that Keeho guy you were seeing?" He asked, pushing himself up to slightly close the distance. He braced his body against the countertop with his forearms, watching you intently.

"What about him?" You took another sip, letting the bitter taste coat your tongue, buying yourself time. You already had a hunch on exactly why he was asking.

Jongseob hummed, lips curling into a smile that made him seem far too pleased. "Just curious." But his eyes told a different story — they were dark, focused, and clearly hungry for your answer.

You shrugged, letting the moment stretch. "I actually ended things with him about a week ago." A snicker followed after, though you weren't entirely sure what was so funny about it.

Maybe it was the relief you felt when finally saying it out loud to someone, or perhaps it was the way Jongseob's entire body seemed to relax at your words.

He tried, and failed, to suppress the smile spreading across his face. It started at the corners of his mouth and bloomed into something radiant, transforming his features.

"And you seem awfully happy about that." You muttered, quirking a brow, though you couldn't help the small smile tugging at your own lips in return. His joy was infectious, even when you were trying to play it cool.

"I didn't even say anything?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in defense, the bottle swaying dangerously in his grip while your giggles matched his, echoing in the empty bar.

"Didn’t have to." You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.

Jongseob grinned, entirely unapologetic now. "Guess I'm just relieved." He straightened up again, but didn't move away. If anything, the air between you felt more charged than before.

Your eyes narrowed. "Relieved?"

"Means I still have a chance?" The question came out softer than his usual teasing, almost vulnerable. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, maybe, or …reciprocation?

You rolled your eyes and leaned back with a groan, knowing how much he loved to tease you at the end of the day. It’s always some bullshit like this, but your pulse began to race nonetheless, and you were certain he could see the flush creeping up your neck.

"Ha. Ha." You forced out a fake and monotone laugh.

"I'm serious." He said it quietly, and the playfulness dropped from his expression for just a moment. "I've been waiting for you to be accessible again for months."

His words hung between you and your breath caught in your throat but you swallowed it like a champ. "Seob.”

"Too much?" He asked, a shit eating smile flashing as he broke ‘character’. He was so fucking annoying.

"You’re irritating." You said too quickly, heat flooding your cheeks. You bit your lip, considering your next words carefully — because at the end of the day, you genuinely could never tell when he was joking or not.

Your back straightened again, wanting to change the subject before you combusted entirely, crossing your legs as you set your drink down — The movement made you acutely aware of your body, and the way his eyes tracked the motion.

“Is there anything new with you?"

Jongseob seemed to notice your need for a topic change, and he let you have it. He set the bottle of alcohol down, stretching his arms back before he let out a breath. The movement pulled his black shirt, top buttons undone across his chest.

"Nothing exciting." He shrugged, then paused. "But actually, I've been working on something." His voice shifted, becoming low and a little rough from the drinks, tinged with excitement.

"Mm, like music?" You hummed, grateful for the safer territory. You knew he had a sweet hobby of producing songs, spending all his free hours in his tiny apartment bedroom with his laptop and midi keyboard, crafting beats or melodies that come out of his stupid brain.

He'd mentioned it in passing before, but never offered to share. Jongseob nodded, and you could see the nervous energy in the way he shifted his weight before he spoke again.

"Yeah, wanna hear?"

He moved to the aux cord tucked behind the counter, plugging in his phone with a quick tap. His fingers hesitated over the screen for just a moment, and you realized he was actually nervous about sharing this with you.

"I'd love to," You said softly, and his shoulders relaxed. Before he continued, he walked away momentarily and booked it straight for the entrance, deciding to lock up early and switch the Open sign off. You quirked a brow but he waved a hand off for you to not worry about.

Moments after, he came back around the counter, proceeding to tap along his phone when a tune began to play throughout the bar.

Easy to say it was catchy. You leaned back on your stool, letting the rhythm wash over you, eyes drifting closed for a moment. Your shoulders began rolling almost unconsciously, hips shifting in time with the beat.

When you opened your eyes, Jongseob was watching you move, his gaze intense and appreciative. A grin spread across his face, clearly pleased with your reaction. Like watching you respond to his music like this was exactly what he'd hoped for.

"This is really good," You smiled, processing the lyrics.

His own smile widened, grabbing the bottle once again like a stupid makeshift mic and bringing it to his lips. Then he started rapping along, your breath catching in your throat.

His flow was satisfying, each word perfectly timed with the beat. But it was more than that — it was like he was serenading you, performing on stage for a crowd of thousands, except the only audience member that mattered was you, and it felt embarrassing, yet… so thrilling?

Your heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was happening, whether it be due to the amount of drinks or just the unspoken feelings of many years spent being his best friend.

The lyrics spilled out about love being caught in an endless loop, and how the body remembers what the mind can forget...

Honestly… every line felt aimed straight at you.

“Now you're mesmerized by my nervousness and I'm mesmerized by you.”

Heat pooled low in your belly as you watched him move, the way his hips rolled with the beat, the way his free hand gestured and emphasized certain words. He was captivating, magnetic, and he knew it.

You burst into giggles at the way he struck a pose on the last word, one hand thrown up dramatically, but the laughter faded quick when you caught the look in his eyes.

It was playful, yes, but underneath was something so serious. And you were kinda scared…

He set the bottle down again and pushed off the counter, the movement fluid and deliberate. The music continued pulsing around you, that hypnotic beat making everything feel dreamlike and inevitable while he came around the bar top.

"Dance with me," He murmured, extending his hand to you. It wasn't really a question, but it wasn't a demand either.

His palm was open, waiting. You stared at it for a moment, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it over the music playing on repeat. This felt like a threshold, like once you took his hand, something would shift between you that couldn't be unshifted.

But you wanted it. So bad, you wanted it.

You placed your hand in his, and his fingers closed around yours immediately. He pulled you up gently, and suddenly you were standing, the stool scraping slightly against the floor behind you. The empty bar felt smaller suddenly.

Jongseob tugged you close, one arm sliding around your waist, the other resting on your hip. The touch was light at first, but he was giving you a chance to pull away. Yet, you didn't. Instead, you stepped closer, closing the distance until your bodies pressed together as you swayed.

His chest was firm against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your hands came up instinctively, resting on his shoulders.

He was holding himself back, you realized, trying not to rush this.

You both moved slowly, finding a sway that matched the music. You followed his lead, letting your body melt into his. Every point of contact felt electrifying — his hand on your waist, his fingers splayed across your hip, your chest brushing against his with each breath.

“You smell good.” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear, not quite a kiss but close enough to make you gasp softly.

"Really?" Your voice came out breathier than you intended. "What do I smell like?"

He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against your hair, your temple. "Like... vanilla, maybe? Something sweet. But that’s just you." His voice was low, intimate, meant only for you.

"It’s been driving me crazy all night."

He spun you around, now pulling your back against his chest as his hips rolled slowly, grinding against you with deliberate pressure, and you felt it.. his growing hardness in his pants pressing against your lower back.

The unmistakable evidence of his desire sent warmth rushing through you, leaving your knees unsteady. A shiver coursed down your spine, and his arms instinctively tightened around you. His hand slid slowly up your chest before settling gently around your neck, his touch featherlight as he tipped your chin upward, silently urging you to meet his gaze and hold it.

"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes. His pupils were dilated, dark with want, but there was a question there too.

"Yeah," You breathed, your grip finding his other hand that was cheekily sliding down your abdomen. "More than okay."

The permission seemed to unleash something in him. Jongseob groaned softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest into yours, and his hands began to roam before he turned you back around to face him.

They continued its exploration, sliding from your hips to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your spine through your long sleeve. His touch was reverent, exploratory, as if he was memorizing the shape of you.

"You have no idea how many times Ive dreamt of this," He mumbled, his lips now trailing along your jaw, leaving a path of heat in their wake. "How many years I've looked at you, watching you … and hoping there was something more for me… imagining what it would feel like to touch you like this."

"Really?” You whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Tell me what you imagined."

His hands slid lower, cupping your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you tighter against the pervish peak that poked through his bottoms.

The friction made you both gasp, and you felt him twitch against you through the layers of clothing. "Exactly this," He said, voice thick with tension. "Holding and feeling you against me. Imagined what sounds I can bring out of you even."

The dance had turned into something else entirely now. Less about the music and more about the press of your bodies and the way you fit together. His thigh slipped between your legs, pressing right where you ached, and you couldn't stop the small moan that escaped your lips.

"God, you're driving me crazy.”

“Seob..." His nickname came out like a plea, and you weren't even sure what you were asking for.

"I know, pretty," He murmured, and the endearment made your heart stutter. "Let me take my time with you. Want to do this right."

His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, and you gasped at the contact of his skin against yours. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they traced your sides, moving slowly upward.

He was giving you time to stop him, you noticed, but of course you didn't want to. You arched into his touch instead, encouraging him as he spun you back round once more.

He pulled you back against his chest, his trapped cock pressing onto your ass before his hands cupped your breasts, the two of you humming in response.

His thumbs brushed over your nipples through the fabric of your bra, circling until they peaked under his touch, sensitive and aching. "These are so perfect," He muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

Jongseob leaned in, and you thought he was going to kiss you from behind, but instead his lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses along the line of it. He was teasing you, you realized, building everything up until you were desperate and begging for it.

His mouth moved to your jaw, finding that sensitive spot just near your ear, and when he sucked gently, your knees actually buckled.

He caught you easily, holding you up, and chuckled softly against your skin. "I've got you," He promised.

"Kiss me," You finally demanded, unable to take it anymore. "Please, Seob, just kiss me."

He pulled back to get a look at how pathetic you looked, while you turned to look at him. The expression on his face made your breath catch. His gaze was intense — But, finally, his hand gripped your jaw before his lips met yours.

It was everything you'd imagined and dreamed of. It started sweet, his lips soft and tender against yours. He kissed like you both had all the time in the world, and he wanted to savor every second. His hand gripped your face tight, thumb stroking your cheek as his other hand found your bottom.

When his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him immediately, and the kiss turned hungry.

His tongue slid against yours, slow and thorough, exploring your mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue, mixed with something uniquely him, and it was intoxicating.

You pressed closer, your hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned into your mouth as he backed you against the counter.

The sound vibrated through you, making you clench with need. His hands roamed your back, your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew more desperate.

When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. "Fuck," he breathed, his lips still brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re everything," He said simply, and kissed you again.

Jongseob gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his tongue explored your mouth once more with unhurried attention.

You tugged at his button up, your fingers undoing the last couple buttons in a hurry before he pulled back just enough to let you pull it over his head.

The neon lights painted his skin in shades of pink and blue, highlighting the lean build of his chest and stomach. You ran your hands over him, exploring, and he shuddered under your touch.

"Your turn," He murmured, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. He paused, eyes meeting yours. "This okay?"

"Yes," You breathed. "Yes, please."

He lowered himself before he lifted your shirt slowly, pressing kisses to each newly exposed inch of skin. Your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts. By the time he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, you were trembling with need.

His hands went to your bra clasp, and he paused again, giving you a chance to stop him. But you reached back and unclasped it yourself, letting it fall away. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, and the appreciation in his gaze made you feel beautiful.

"Gorgeous," He murmured, his hands coming up to cup your breasts again, skin on skin this time. His thumbs circled your nipples, and you arched into his touch with a moan. "So fucking beautiful."

He kissed you again as his hands explored, and you were lost in the sensation of it. Music was still playing, a whole different song playing mindlessly, but all that mattered was this.

With his lips still on yours, Jongseob began guiding you backward once again, your back hitting the edge of the bar counter before he gently lifted you onto the smooth surface. The wood was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he positioned himself between your legs.

He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your thighs, eyes searching yours. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire but sincere. "We can stop anytime. I need you to know that."

Your heart swelled at his consideration, even as your body ached for more. "I'm sure," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "I want this. I need you."

The smile that spread across his face was radiant, and he leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time.

"Gonna make you feel so good, I promise."

His hands moved to your skirt, not even having the class of taking it off but instead shoving it up.

"Lift up for me, pretty," He said softly, and you did, raising your hips so he could slide your panties down. He did it gently, pressing kisses to your thighs as more skin was revealed. First your hip bones, then the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you gasp and squirm.

He stood between your legs and just looked at you for a moment. You were bare except for your lifted jean skirt, sitting on his bar counter, and the way he was looking at you made you feel like the most desirable person in the world.

"Stop staring—“ You said, feeling suddenly shy despite everything.

"Can't help it," He replied, his hands running up and down your thighs. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He leaned in to kiss you again, and his hands continued their exploration. They traced patterns on your thighs, your hips, your stomach, learning the geography of your body.

"So perfect. So wet already."

When his fingers finally made contact with your pussy, you moaned. He stroked through your wet folds with teasing pressure, exploring, learning what made you gasp and squirm. "All this for me?"

"Y-yes," You gasped, your hips rolling into his touch. "All for you.“

His fingers found your clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes that made your hips buck. "Tell me how it feels," He said, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every reaction. "Gotta know what you like."

"G-good," You gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. "Don't stop.. please don't stop."

"Never," He promised, and adjusted his angle slightly. "I got you, baby.“

He experimented with different pressures, different rhythms, watching your face to see what made you moan the loudest. When he found a particular motion that made your eyes roll back, he smiled and focused there, building your pleasure gradually and deliberately.

"That's it," He encouraged, his free hand stroking your thigh. "Let me hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."

Your moans grew louder, echoing in the empty bar, and you were beyond caring. All that mattered was his fingers on you, the pleasure building in your core, the way he was watching you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.

When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out at the stretch. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, pumping deep while his thumb kept working your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body opening for him.

"So tight," He groaned, his eyes dark as he watched his fingers disappear inside you. "Taking my fingers so well. Can you take more?"

"Yes," You whimpered, and he added a third finger, stretching you further. It burned, yet it felt so good, causing you to rock your hips, trying to take him deeper.

He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your knees weak, and you nearly sobbed with ecstasy.

The wet sounds filled the quiet bar as he worked you. “Could do this forever.” He grunted, putting all his energy into pleasing you.

Your satisfaction was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. "Seob—“ You gasped, your hands clutching at him desperately. "I'm — I'm so close..."

"I know, pretty," He murmured, increasing his pace slightly. "Come on, want it all over my fingers, you got it."

His words pushed you over the edge, and you released with a cry, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through you.

He didn't stop, proceeding to work you through it and draw out your orgasm until you were trembling and oversensitive.

When you finally came down, gasping for breath, he slowly withdrew his fingers. You watched, dazed, as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"So good," Jongseob groaned, his eyes closing briefly. "You taste fucking incredible." He leaned forward. “Need more.”

Before you could process what he meant, he was leaning before you, leveling his face between your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, and you realized what he was about to do.

"Wait, you don't have to—" You started, but he cut you off with a look.

"I want to," He said firmly. "Please let me."

Fuck, how could you say no to that?

You nodded, and he smiled before spreading your thighs wider, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.

"So pretty," He said, his voice husky with appreciation. "And still dripping." His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, tasting you with a low moan that vibrated through you. "So sweet. Knew you would be."

He took his time, exploring you with his tongue. He licked and sucked at your folds, his tongue delving inside you before moving up to circle your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and especially after your first orgasm, you were already aching.

When he focused on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, you cried out, your hands tangling in his messy blonde hair.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through you, and increased his efforts.

Jongseob’s hands gripped you, holding you open for him as he devoured. Two fingers thrusted back inside, stretching you while his mouth still worked your bud with relentless pressure. He was thorough, attentive, and continuously adjusting his technique based on your reactions.

"Oh my god," You moaned, your hips grinding against his face. "M-mouth feels so good, Seob, fuck..."

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal. "Yeah?" He punctuated the question by licking a broad stripe up your slit. "Like when I do this?" He demonstrated, and you nearly sobbed.

"Y..yes — please don't stop," You begged, and he smiled against you before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.

When he added a third finger, stretching you like he did before, you came apart. Your second orgasm hit you like a big wave, stronger than the first, and you cried out his name as your thighs trembled around his head. You pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel more wetness coating his tongue as he licked you clean.

But he didn't stop. Even as you came down, oversensitive and shaking, he continued with gentle licks and soft kisses to your inner thighs, keeping the pleasure going, building it again before it could fully fade.

"Too much!” You gasped, but your hips were still rolling against his mouth, seeking more despite your words.

"One more," He murmured against your skin. "Give me one more, pretty. I know you can.“

His fingers withdrew, and he replaced them with his tongue, fucking into you with it as deep as he could go. The sensation was different, softer but somehow more intense, and when his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles, you were completely gone.

Your third orgasm built painfully slow, a deep, rolling pleasure that seemed to come from your core. Jongseob worked you patiently, his tongue and thumb moving in perfect rhythm, and when you finally came, it was with a long, gutteral moan that seemed to go on forever. Your whole body shook with it, radiating out from your center in waves.

He sucked you gently through the aftershocks, soft and soothing now, until you were boneless and spent on the counter, flinching sensitively at any further contact.

When he finally pulled away, his face was wet with your arousal, and he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.

"You're incredible," He said, standing slowly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The way you taste, fuck, you're perfect."

You could barely form words, still floating in the aftermath of three orgasms, but you managed to reach for him. "Come here," You murmured, and he leaned in, letting you pull him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was unexpectedly erotic.

When you pulled back, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He'd been focused entirely on your pleasure, but he was clearly aching for relief. Your hand moved to palm him through his pants, and he groaned, his hips jerking into your touch.

"Your turn," You said, your voice still shaky but determined. "Want to make you feel good too."

"You already are," He said, but his eyes were dark with need. "Just touching you, that's everything."

"But I want more," You said, attempting to hop off the counter but once you did, you didn’t calculate how numb your legs would be.

“Careful—“ He snickered, catching you in place and holding your hands as you held yourself upright. “I got you.”

"Want all of you. Please, Seobie."

He sighed, letting you get down on your knees as he helped you with his belt and zipper. Together you pushed his pants and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, hard and flushed. You immediately wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly.

He was hot and heavy in your palm, and when you swiped your thumb over the tip, collecting the bead of precum there, he shuddered.

"Fuck," He groaned, throwing his head back. "Feels good.”

You stroked him slowly, feathering small kisses along the shaft, and learning what he liked as he did for you. When he rocked into your touch with shallow thrusts, your tongue now swirling his tip, he gently caught your wrist, stopping you.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come," He said, his voice strained. "But I really, really want to be inside you when I do."

Heat flooded through you at his words, and you nodded. "Yes. Want that too."

He reached for his pants, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom.

“Nope.” You shook your head, pushing the protection away. “I’m on the pill, so I better be getting every last drop.” You snickered, and his entire face shifted.

“Oh, you’re serious?” Jongseob smiled, slightly teasing but you already knew he was more than open to this.

“So serious.”

Without another word, he gripped your chin and yanked you up, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands messily found the back of his shoulders, locking tongues with him with force.

"Are you ready then, pretty?" He pulled back and asked, his eyes meeting yours, checking in one more time as he lifted you back onto the counter.

"Yes.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He lined himself up, teasing at your folds which caused your forehead to drop against his chest. A soft moan escaped you before Jongseob pushed in slowly, so slowly, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open.

The sensation was overwhelming after everything else, and you both groaned as he sank deeper. He was bigger than his fingers, and the stretch burned slightly, but it was a good burn, a fullness that made you feel complete.

"So tight, baby.” He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he bottomed out inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good .."

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back. When you finally rolled your hips, urging him to move, he pulled back slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm.

Each stroke was deliberate, measured, hitting deep inside you. The angle was perfect, and you could feel him dragging against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built again.

"That's it," He encouraged, his pace increasing slightly. "Take it, just like that."

The counter shook slightly with his movements, and somewhere in the back of your mind you registered the sound of glasses rattling along the bar top, but you didn't care.

All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, the way your bodies moved together, and the never ending pleasure building between you.

He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and you cried out, your back arching. "Right there—“ You gasped. "Oh god, right there, don't stop..."

"Here?" He thrust harder, and you nearly sobbed with pleasure. "This what you need?"

You nodded with a hurried force, gasping for air as you couldn’t even comprehend a thought at this point — He was fucking you dumb.

His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing firm circles as he continued to thrust deep. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt another orgasm building, impossibly, after everything else.

"Come for me," He urged, his voice rough. "Want to feel you, pretty, give it to me."

His words, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit and the perfect angle of his thrusts, pushed you over the edge. Your fourth orgasm crashed through you, and you came once more, your walls clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.

"God, yes," He grunted, his rhythm faltering as your pussy squeezed him. "So good for me.”

He thrusted a few more times, deep and hard, and then he was releasing too, burying himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the warmth spilling in you, and the intimacy of it all made your heart clench.

He stayed pressed close, both of you breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, and you both winced at the sensitivity — both your releases now spilling all over the counter.

Dirty bastards.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You felt him inhale, taking a deep breath which caused you to do the same.

"That was..." You started, but couldn't find the words.

"Yeah," He agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other in the quiet bar, the lights still casting their soft glow around you. The music had stopped at some point, you realized, but you hadn't even noticed.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, a soft smile on his face. "So," he said, his voice teasing but warm. "Does this mean I have a chance?"

You laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and pulled him in for another kiss. "Didn’t know you were even being deadass about wanting one.” You scoffed.

“Of course I was.” He murmured against your lips. "So do I or no?”

You grinned. “I’ll think about it.”

A pinch at your hip followed after, slightly ticklish. “I’m kidding!” You grinned. “Of course.”

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