Lacey

Hongjoong glances up from behind the bar, having just finished up checking in on Wooyoung, the bartender. When he sees everything seems to be running smoothly for all the hosts and hostesses, he retreats to his office in the back. He sits at his desk, looking over some bills he’d have to pay this week. Only a year ago, he was afraid he’d have to shut down his whole operation because the club just wasn’t pulling in enough money, but when he hired you and Seonghwa? It was like a miracle from the heavens. He’s been diligent about hiring only the best since then, and now that business is finally stable, he can breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, it’s always been hard for him to relax; he’s always so wound up, worried about this or that thing at the club. His friends all say he’s addicted to the stress, and he can’t fully deny it. But right now…it would be so nice to find some kind of release. “Hongjoong,” San knocks on his door, which he’d left ajar. “Come in.” “Y/n’s date is requesting to rent out the party room next week.” Hongjoong raises his brows, “Does he know how much we charge for it?” “Yeah. He says it’s fine,” San shrugs. Hongjoong snorts, imagining you there, whispering in that old geezer’s ear, convincing him to shell out dollar after dollar upon your request. “She’s a magician, that girl,” Hongjoong says, then gives San a thumbs up, “Book it.”

It’s around 10PM when your date is finished, with Seonghwa’s wrapping up about ten minutes later. You both see your dates out, and when they’re out of earshot, you both sigh deeply. “She’s driving me nuts,” Seonghwa lets out. “Is she really that bad?” You ask, tilting your head. “She’s insufferable,” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he leads you both back inside, “I get it, she’s lonely but I’m seeing her every two days, it feels like.” “Wow…she must be loaded,” You say, impressed. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Seonghwa plops down, leaning back against the cushiony backrest of the long booth. You mirror his body language as well, though you cross one leg over the other so as not to expose yourself in your tiny skirt.

Hongjoong comes out and walks over to you, “Y/n, just the woman I wanted to see.” “Don’t get me excited, Hongjoong,” You tease flirtatiously. It’s no secret you’ve been crushing on him since you were hired; you’d mentioned it at every chance you got for the entire first month. Of course, you know now that he’s a professional; not someone who’d mix business with pleasure. What a bummer— you’d have loved to show him how good you are at your job. “I heard you got the old man to rent out the party room,” He says, ignoring your comment. You smile, “Yes, I did. Says he’s gonna scrape together some guys to come along, so you may have to call in some more people.”

Hongjoong sighs in satisfaction, putting his hands on his hips and leaning back, “You guys are making me a fortune.” “I’ll say,” Seonghwa snorts, raising a brow at him. You look at the time on your phone, “It’s almost time for Seonghwa’s and my date,” You look up at Hongjoong and smile coyly, “I think we could get this guy to pay double the usual tonight.” Hongjoong smiles softly, leaning forward and gently pinching your chin, “Good girl.” He then walks over to one of the other hostesses at a booth a few feet away. Your ears perk up at his praise, and you can’t help but let your eyes follow after him. Seonghwa sighs, “Keep dreaming” “Oh, I will,” You say, biting your lip.

Seonghwa also had a special interest in Hongjoong when he first got here; he’d lightly flirted with him, pulling all the tricks in his bag, only to get not even a lick of a bite. He’d thought it weird that a straight man would own one of the most popular bisexual host clubs in the city, but figured maybe Hongjoong was just in it for the money. He hasn’t let his little crush go completely, but it’s definitely settled in the back corner of his mind. He does, however, like to watch Hongjoong when he’s not paying attention; candid moment of genuine interactions— a smile, a wink. Seonghwa often wonders if Hongjoong realizes how pretty he is… someone that beautiful has to know, right?

“Hey,” You let one of your fingernails drag along Seonghwa’s shoulders from behind the booth, and he turns to his left to look up at you. Your touch gives him delightful goosebumps, “I’m gonna head to the restroom. Get me a drink, will you?” “Hm, don’t tell me you’re trying to work your magic on me too for a free drink,” Seonghwa says in his low, rumbling voice, a smile playing at the corners of his full, luscious lips. “Why? Is it working?” You ask, shooting him a wink before heading to the restroom. He watches behind you, admiring the way your hips sway naturally with every step. He bites his lip, conceding to the fact that you have, in fact, suckered him into getting you a fucking drink.

“Here for Seonghwa and Y/n,” Says your date when he walks in punctually at 11PM. San leads him over to the main room, where you and Seonghwa are waiting. This date: he’s an older man, in his late 50’s, as is typical for a lot of the wealthier dates— though, unlike the others, he’s actually quite handsome. This is yours and Seonghwa’s third date with him, and you’ve learned he’s a businessman with little to no time to date: divorced, no kids— a unicorn, of sorts. Hongjoong knew to direct him to you guys from the moment he walked in. What a smart man, Hongjoong is.

Seonghwa greets him with a coy smile, “Hello, my love,” He comes up and gives him a peck on the lips, “Can I get your coat?” “Yes, thank you, dear.” “No kiss for me?” You ask, pretending to pout as you stand there. He smiles and gently tilts your chin upward, planting a slow kiss on your lips. “You both look beautiful tonight,” Says your date, glancing between you and Seonghwa. “You’re so sweet,” You say, making your voice slightly higher than usual, “Come, sit. Do you want a drink, darling?” You find yourself talking so different when you’re working versus when you’re not. Never in your entire life have you called a man ‘darling’ besides when you’re trying to milk these men for more money. “A drink would be great, would you pour?” He asks, “You know what I like.” “Of course,” You wave Yeosang over, “Yeosang-i, could you please bring us a bottle of bourbon and three glasses?” Yeosang nods, quickly making his way over to the bar.

Neither you or Seonghwa notices, but Hongjoong is watching; like a fly on the wall, he studies you both. In the best way possible, it’s like watching a snake and cat, working in tandem to catch their prey in a sort of symbiotic relationship of sorts. Seonghwa’s touch lingers on the man’s collar, and the man’s right hand rests on Seonghwa’s thigh as they both watch you pour the glasses. You don’t typically pour for the men, as they usually like to be the ones to do it, but this particular date seems to get some kind of satisfaction in watching you pour. When you hand him the glass, he takes a slow sip and then lets out a sigh, like he’s been waiting all day for this one moment.

It’s not uncommon for dates to lead to sex; always paid, though. It’s an open secret around here that the host clubs provide “full service,” but you and Seonghwa are real picky. You won’t even kiss a date until the second meeting, and sex isn’t even considered until the fifth. Of course, there are some exceptions: for example, for someone with deep pockets. Nothing like crisp bills to get you and Seonghwa to bend over— or bend someone over.

The date ends after an hour and a half, and then you’re sending Mr.Pockets out into the real world. Seonghwa stands up and stretches, grabbing the three glasses you’d been drinking out of and walking them over to Wooyoung. “You guys are too good at this,” Wooyoung says as he fills a cup with water and slides it over to Seonghwa. “Oh, we know,” You smile, leaning against the bar, having followed after Seonghwa. Seonghwa takes a sip of water and then passes it to you, “I’m so sick of drinking bourbon,” He grimaces. You laugh, “We must endure.”

The last few dates are wrapping up, and soon, it's only you, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa. Hongjoong stands there, counting out the money made in tips, "You guys were big earners tonight," He says, portioning the bills for the two of you. "What can we say?" You tilt your head, holding out your hand, palm side up, "We're just that good." Hongjoong looks at you, his eyes trailing along your lips, "Is that right?" He asks, gently placing the money in your hand. He turns to Seonghwa, who's leaning against the bar. He's always found Seonghwa's features to be quite striking; a slightly downturned nose, big, obsidian pupils, an angular, pointed jaw-- and a physique to rival any marble statue. Hongjoong takes in Seonghwa's broad shoulders, noting how the muscles in his back protrude through his thin, silk shirt. "Nice shirt," Hongjoong remarks. Seonghwa looks down, as though he's completely forgotten he's wearing it; he's so used to wearing beautiful, designer items, he hardly notices them anymore, "Thanks...my sugar momma bought it for me," he smirks.

"How unfair," You sit on a bar stool and prop your elbows against the counter. "What is?" Hongjoong asks. "The richest man I talk to, I have to share," You sigh. "Hey, you're only able to talk to this man because you share with me," Seonghwa says with a smirk, "And besides," He gets closer and reaches over to adjust the spaghetti strap of your top, which had fallen at some point, "he wouldn't know what to do with you if he had you all to himself anyway." You blush at his touch; so gentle and smooth.

Hongjoong watches, admiring how easily flirting comes to the both of you. "You're bad," You say, looking away from him, unable to bear his gaze. Seonghwa smiles in triumph. Serves you right for making him buy you that drink earlier. You grab your purse and stand up, adjusting your skirt, which had ridden up. Hongjoong glances down, catching a peek at your left ass cheek before you cover it again, “Alright, well. I’ll see you boys later,” You say, slinging the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “I’m gonna get going too,” Seonghwa says, stepping off the bar.

Suddenly, Hongjoong clears his throat, “How do you do it?” You and Seonghwa look over your shoulders at him. “Huh?” You ask, tilting your head. “How do you make them want to keep spending their money on you?” He clarifies. You and Seonghwa glance at each other. “Why the sudden interest?” Seonghwa asks. “Just curious…” There’s something in the air; a thick tension that wasn’t there a moment ago. Hongjoong stands behind the bar, looking like he so desperately wants to say something, yet doesn’t quite know how. For some reason, it makes your heart flutter. “How curious?” Seonghwa asks, his voice suddenly silky smooth and low— the voice he uses on dates. Your ears perk up, something deep within you instantly triggered.

Hongjoong meets Seonghwa’s eyes, his hand slowing as he drops a stack of hundreds onto the counter and then closes the safe-deposit box. You both look down at the counter, then back up at Hongjoong. You’re the first to step toward the bar, taking the money into your hands and counting it out. You raise your brows when you see how much it is, and then turn to Seonghwa. The pair of you exchange silent stares; an inaudible discussion, until Seonghwa finally approaches as well. “Don’t tell me you’ve finally decided to taste the merchandise,” He smiles coyly as he leans forward into the bar, his muscles bulging slightly through his top as his arms support his weight.

Hongjoong smirks, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, “Call it…” he meets Seonghwa’s gaze, “quality control.” You watch the two men stare each other down, and you can’t help the excitement that flares in your chest. Sure, you and Seonghwa have had shared encounters with dates, but never with someone you’re both genuinely attracted to. It’s always been money, money, money…but this?

Business and pleasure.

Hongjoong turns and grabs a bottle of vodka and three shot glasses, then walks around the bar, though he doesn’t go to you and Seonghwa; instead, he walks past you both and makes his way to the same booth that Mr.Pockets had been sitting in, his back nestled into the corner. He sets the bottle and glasses on the short, glossy table in front of him, then brings his arms up to rest atop the backrest, looking relaxed as can be. “Well?” He asks, looking in your direction. You both slowly approach, only Seonghwa comes up behind Hongjoong, while you opt for sitting next to him. Seonghwa leans down, his hand slowly trailing up Hongjoong’s, until it gets up to his shoulder, “You must be really desperate for some relief, huh?” He asks, his lips right next to Hongjoong’s ear. Hongjoong's lashes flutter in response, making you smile.

You lean forward and pick up the bottle, "You know, there are two types of men," You tilt the bottle and pour into one glass; Hongjong's eyes are glued to you, enchanted by how pretty you look under these low, orange and purple lights, "those who like to serve," you pour into another, "and those who like to be served." You hand him a glass, then hand one to Seonghwa. You finally pick up your empty glass and hold it up as though it were a precious stone to be examined, "Tell me, Hongjoong...which one are you?" You finally turn to meet his eyes, and he holds your gaze for a moment, then finally leans further back, warming under Seonghwa's light touch, "Who do you think I am?" He raises a brow, taking his shot in one go and then setting the glass back down. Seonghwa massages his shoulders lightly, “Only one way to find out…”

Seonghwa brings one hand down and swiftly undoes the first three buttons on Hongjoong’s shirt, then dips his hand down to feel his smooth chest. Hongjoong instantly feels himself harden even more than he already was. He juts his bottom lip out at the sensation, and you look up at Seonghwa, “I think he likes that.” Your tone is teasing, but even you feel wetness pooling in your panties. “What about you? Do you like it?” Seonghwa asks you, though before you can answer, Seonghwa’s leaning all the way down to lick a stripe up Hongjoong’s neck. Now, even your mouth is hanging open in admiration. Hongjoong’s eyes roll back slightly, “Shit…” He mutters under his breath. You bite your lip, mouth watering as you, too, lean in to lick on the other side of his neck.

Seonghwa undoes yet another button, and then another, “Hongjoong, you’ve got such a beautiful body…why do you hide it?” Hongjoong doesn’t respond; he’s too busy focusing on how delicious your tongue feels on his skin. Finally, Seonghwa comes around the booth and joins you both. You place a hand on Hongjoong’s chest, feeling around as Seonghwa did, but then you grab a handful of his pec, rubbing your thumb against his nipple. He turns to look at you, his nose grazing yours. Tonight, you’re willing to put aside your second-date-kiss rule; you lean in and, for the first time, feel his lips against yours. You knew he’d be an amazing kisser; how delicious it is to be right. Hongjoong can’t help but let his hand come to rest on the side of your face as he deepens it.

All the while, Seonghwa is watching with fascination, his cock stiff and poking out a bit through his trousers. He scoots in a bit and reaches out to touch you; he lets his hand travel from your shoulder, down your back, and then over the swell of your ass. You pull away from Hongjoong lips and then turn his head toward Seonghwa. Hongjoong’s heart stutters as he takes Seonghwa’s plump lips too. It’s like watching two angels make out. You climb off of the booth and scoot the table back a bit to give yourself some space, then you get on your knees in front of Hongjoong.

He doesn’t even realize you’ve moved, as he’s too busy with Seonghwa— that is, until he feels your pretty, manicured hands undo the button and zipper on his pants. He snaps his head down to you, his lips red and raw; he and Seonghwa both watch you intently, their chests heaving. You look up at Hongjoong, batting your lashes, “Do you want me to do it? Or Seonghwa?” Your lips curl at the corners as you wait for his answer. He blinks rapidly, feeling like a man being presented with a buffet— where does one even begin? “Both,” He says decisively. You and Seonghwa look at each other, delightfully surprised. Seonghwa wastes no time getting on his knees next to you. Hongjoong quickly lowers his pants and his boxer briefs, exposing his thick erection. He adjusts himself so his pelvis is lower on the seat, and he pumps his length a few times before tilting it toward the both of you.

You’re the first to come close, extending your tongue until it’s licking up his shaft. He lets out a small sigh, watching you intently. Seonghwa is also getting an eyeful; he’s seen you do this before, but never this close. Hongjoong’s hand suddenly comes to the back of Seonghwa’s head, “You too.” Seonghwa smirks and leans in as well, until his tongue is also going to work on Hongjoong. At last, Hongjoong feels both your mouths on himself. He bites his bottom lip, loving when one of your tongues would flick against the bottom of his tip. Eventually, yours and Seonghwa’s tongues make contact with one another, and it’s as though you’re making out around Hongjoong’s cock. Seonghwa can’t contain himself, and eventually brings your face up to kiss him fully. You respond like a woman dying of thirst. You drink him in like water— or liquor. His kiss is intoxicating.

Hongjoong jacks off slowly, watching with wide, satisfied eyes. “You’re both so beautiful,” Hongjoong praises. When you pull away from one another, you urge for Seonghwa to stand, which he does without resistance. You then unbutton him and yank down his pants and underwear. His cock is just as thick, though his is a bit more veiny and tan. You love having flavors to choose from. Hongjoong admires Seonghwa— especially the way his v-line is so defined on its way down. You wrap your hand around Hongjoong’s dick, pumping lightly, though you take Seonghwa into your mouth with an insatiable hunger. “Shit…” Seonghwa says, letting his head fall back. Hongjoong watches as Seonghwa’s tip pokes out of the side of your cheek; the gulping, squelching sounds are too wonderful to resist.

Seonghwa’s hand rests on the side of your face, holding it there as he begins lightly thrusting into your mouth. He didn’t realize how desperate he’d been for a little love until just now. Seonghwa looks over at Hongjoong, their eyes meeting; it sets Seonghwa’s chest ablaze. He loves how Hongjoong watches you both, and it drives him to give him even more to see. You’re in the middle of sucking when he gently pulls himself out of your mouth, making a bit of a pop-noise. A line of saliva connects your mouth and his tip, “Stick your tongue out,” Seonghwa instructs. You put your head back and stick your tongue out as much as it’ll go, and he taps his cock onto it a few times. You flutter your lashes instinctively, and it makes Seonghwa smile as he leans down to kiss you. “I think you’re both wearing too many clothes,” Hongjoong says, still pumping his cock, just enough to keep his erection strong without risking finishing too quickly.

“You’re right,” Seonghwa says, unbuttoning his silk shirt and shrugging it off, revealing his beautiful, sun-kissed torso. You’ve seen him shirtless before, and it truly never gets old. Hongjoong, however, is completely in awe as he takes in Seonghwa’s fully naked form. You stand and carefully slide your top up and over your head. Hongjoong’s lips part at the sight of your bare breasts. You never wear a bra to work. Seonghwa bite his lip, getting closer to cup your breast, though he turns to Hongjoong, “Who should get the first taste?” Hongjoong stands up and comes closer; no hesitation as he takes your nipple in between his teeth. He doesn’t bite; just nibbles gently, letting the soft skin graze against the sharp edges. “Mm….” you moan, cupping the back of his head to hold him closer. Seonghwa continues kissing your lips, though after a moment, he joins in, sucking on your free nipple. You can feel the pleasure surging from your breasts to your heat; your clit is swollen and in need of more than what she’s getting.

Hongjoong pulls away just to say, “Sit down.” Seonghwa lets go as well to give you a chance to do so. You go to sit down where Hongjoong has originally sat, and then both men come to sit on either side of you, resuming their previous task of licking hungrily at your nipples. You let your head rest on the back of the booth, and you occasionally caress their faces. Wordlessly, Hongjoong guides your legs upward, which makes your skirt scrunch upward. His hand gently winds down until it’s resting over your pussy. He presses down, feeling the fabric on his fingertips. You sigh, pussy twitching under his touch. He’s found it already— the button to make you unravel for him. He flits his tongue against your sensitive nipple, all the while, continuing to press circles into you. Seonghwa moves on to kiss your neck, overwhelming you with so many sensations.

When you feel Hongjoong push aside your panties and dip his fingers in between your folds, you let out a real moan. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this Hongjoong says into your skin, pressing hot kisses into your skin like he’s branding you. He takes his fingers away for a second and holds them up so they catch the light, admiring how they glisten in your delicious arousal. “Seonghwa,” He says, wordlessly communicating for him to open his mouth, which he gladly does. You watch as Seonghwa licks your slick off of Hongjoong middle and ring fingers, letting his eyes close as he relishes in the sweetness of your pussy juice. Hongjoong then dips his fingers back between your pussy lips, though this time, he finally inserts them into your hole. “Fuck,” You moan at the feeling of fullness. Seonghwa also wants in, and he begins rubbing your clit while Hongjoong finger fucks you.

You writhe in pleasure, never having experienced anything like this before. Two beautiful men, working on your tight pussy with reckless abandon— “Sh-shit, shit—” you instinctively tangle your hands in Hongjoong’s hair, “I’m gonna cum!” You squeal just as your pussy lets out a gush of clear substance. Seonghwa captures your lips, swallowing your sighs as Hongjoong shifts downward to swallow the last of your climax, lapping you up excitedly. The whole time, you groan in ecstasy, body unwinding. “Oh fuck, that’s never happened before,” You laugh tiredly. Seonghwa smiles, grazing your nose with his own, “We need to make sure it happens more often.”

Hongjoong comes back up, his mouth wet. You lean forward and lick your fluids off his face playfully. He chuckles, butterfly kissing you as he wraps his arm around your waist. Somehow he shifts backward so that you’re on top of him, your ass up in the air, “You ever fucked her, Seonghwa?” He asks. Seonghwa swallows at the sight of your bare ass, and admires how pretty your pussy looks, pressed between your thighs like this. “Never.” “You want to?” He asks him, his tone coy and taunting. “You’re the client, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa caresses your smooth ass cheek. Hongjoong snorts softly, looking at you, “What do you think, Y/n? Should I let Seonghwa fuck you before me?” You gently push your ass backward, tapping against Seonghwa’s pelvis, “Let him.” Hongjoong smiles and kisses you, then pulls away to reach his hand around to grip your ass, spreading it a bit to better expose your heat to Seonghwa, “You heard her.”

Seonghwa’s heart pounds in delight as he leans down to kiss your ass a few times, then stands upright again, grabbing his cock and lining himself up to your slit, “You ready?” He asks in that same smooth, sexy voice. “Fuck me, Seonghwa,” You say. Hearing his name on your tongue makes his pupils dilate, and he can’t wait any longer. Slowly, he slips himself inside you, and you immediately groan. Hongjoong kisses you as you moan for Seonghwa, loving watching you move back and forth on top of him. Seonghwa holds his tongue between his lips as he rails you, holding on to your hips to increase the force. You fit around him like a fucking vice, and every thrust is a threat to his sanity. “Shit, Y/n….fuck, you feel amazing.” “You hear that, beautiful?” Hongjoong coos, wiping a few beads of sweat off your forehead, “You’re doing so good.” “I’m doing good?” You echo, wanting more validation. “So good.”

Seonghwa doesn’t finish, but pulls himself out, “Hongjoong, try her now. She’s so fucking tight.” Hongjoong reached between you both and grabs his cock, “Sit on my cock, baby. Go on.” You shift downward a bit until his dick is positioned well enough, and then slowly, you sink down on him, newly stuffed with a fresh cock. Hongjoong groans through grit teeth, “Shit, you are tight.” Seonghwa massaged your ass as you bounce up and down, letting his thumb come up to lightly brush over your asshole. “You’re both so big,” You whine as his pelvis smacks against your clit. As Hongjoong fucks you, Seonghwa comes down and begins licking Hongjoong’s length every time he pulls out of you. “Fuck yes, just like that,” Hongjoong says in response to the extra stimuli. Seonghwa brings his hand up and cups his balls, playing with them and kneading them, loving Hongjoong’s moans. “Suck on them, Hongjoong says to Seonghwa, all the while, still pounding up into you.

Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate to obey, taking his balls into his mouth and sucking gently on them, running his tongue along the entirety of them. “You two are gonna fucking kill me,” Hongjoong pants, already feeling himself close. “Come on, Hongjoong,” You say in a strained voice, “Cum inside me.” “You sure?” He asks, “Yes, please,” You beg. He suddenly wraps his arms around your waist to hold you in place as he begins truly ramming you; his only objective to orgasm inside of you. After a few pumps, he’s ejaculating into your hot, wet cunt. “Shit!” He pumps a bit longer, riding out his orgasm before swiftly taking himself out. Seonghwa watched the white liquid drip out of you, and immediately dips low to lap it up. “Mm,” You bite your lip as Seonghwa cleans you up with his tongue, taking every drop into his mouth.

Hongjoong kisses your face, peppering you with chaste, sweet pecks. Meanwhile, Seonghwa worships your ass as you recover, until finally, you’re all sitting side by side.

You watch as Hongjoong refills the shot glasses and hands one to each of you, then grabs his own, “So that’s how you get all that money?”

Seonghwa snorts, “That and, well, half the time all it takes is laughing at their shitty jokes.”

Hongjoong chuckles, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “Good thing I didn’t share any of my jokes.”

You and Seonghwa both laugh; genuine belly laughs— ones that you can only give when you’re utterly spent.

You glance at Hongjoong’s smiling face, and then smile to yourself; you were right about the type of man he is.

One who likes to serve.

Before you and Chris had started dating, you’d never been to Italy. Now, you’d been four different times, which was still drastically more than zero.

Italy was stunning. From the rolling hills and vineyards, to the stunning architecture. You and Chris had played tourist a few times, and gone on a few date nights, too, between his photoshoots and other Fendi-related things.

When he could, he liked to slip you in to his Fendi photoshoots. Not in the pictures themselves, but he could normally get you into the set to at least watch the shoots happen. It was especially fun for you seeing how professional photography shoots went. You’d even gotten to talk to some of the photographers and make some friends.

And mayhaps you’d been invited to help as a photography assistant at the next fashion week event.

Today, though, Chris was busy with things you couldn't come to. Honestly, you weren't bothered by it. You didn't expect to trail behind him at every work thing he went to like a lost puppy, but he always felt bad when you came along and then had to be alone.

“Chris,” you told him as you ate breakfast in your hotel room, “truly I'm fine. I don't tag along on your trips because I expect you to be free the whole time.”

He huffed. “Yeah I know, I just…” The tips of his ears turned pink. “I want you there, too.”

You laughed softly, leaning over to give him a kiss. “You won't be gone all day, and don't act like you won't have fun still.”

He grumbled half-heartedly. “Well, what are you gonna do today?”

You shrugged. “The weather looks nice, so I think I'm gonna just do some window shopping.”

“Take my card at least, then,” Chris said, fishing out his wallet and handing it to you.

You sighed, knowing better than to fight him at this point. “And what if you need to buy something?”

He just shrugged. “I have another. Plus, Fendi usually has me covered.”

His car came to pick him up about 30 minutes later. You walked down to the lobby with him, lingering behind on the off chance someone was watching. That didn't stop Chris from giving you a soft kiss before he left.

Once his car pulled away, you decided to head off, too. 

You didn't have any specific destination in mind. There was a cute cafe you'd seen the other day when you and Chris were out that you were hoping to stumble across again, but other than that, you had no plans.

You tried not to look too touristy, but you also couldn't help whipping out your camera from time to time.

There was just so much beauty in this city, it was hard to resist capturing it.

You did end up finding a cute boutique that you shopped around in for a while. You left with a nice new dress that you couldn't wait to show off to Chris.

With a bag on your arm, you meandered through the city happily. You sent Chris a picture of the bag with a winky face.

Contact name: Christopher 💜

Y/N: bought something cute <3

Christopher 💜: oh my gosh

Christopher 💜: well everything looks cute on you so

Y/N: says the man modelling for Fendi

Christopher 💜: exactly, so i know what i'm talking about ;)

Christopher 💜: i cant wait to see it love

You started humming absentmindedly as you walked. You always had a song in your head, and today was no exception.

This song, in particular, had been regularly popping up since Chris had you listen to it a few days ago.

“Excuse me.”

You blinked, glancing to your left and noticing a man standing there with a mic. Another person was next to him holding up there phone.

He smiled at you. “We're doing street interviews about music. Are you down to participate?”

Why not, huh?

“Sure,” you agreed, stopping to face him.

He beamed. “Great! So, what song were you humming just now?” 

You blinked, starting to replay the song in your head as you tried to remember the name of it. You hummed some for a moment before your eyes went wide and you cut it off.

“Um,” you laughed sheepishly, “okay, actually I can't legally tell you that.”

His eyes widened and he laughed incredulously. “You can't legally share it? What is the name of it some government secret?”

You laughed more freely. “Not that kind of intense. It's just unreleased.”

He looked excited at that. “Something you wrote then? Are you a secret artist I don't know about?”

“Oh, no,” you said. “My creativity lies in photography. I love music, but I'm not skilled enough to make it.” 

“Then how did you get access to secret files that are so top tier you can't share them?”

You hummed. “Should I answer that? I'm not sure how great this content is for your video. I'm sorry.”

“Are you kidding me? This is the juciest interview we've had all day!” He countered gleefully. “Come on, spill!”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. “My partner produced the song, and it's for a fairly well-known music group, so.” You shrugged. “Legally, they'd have my head if I spilled.”

He leaned in excitedly. “Can't you give us any hints? Surely there's no rules against that.”

“I'm afraid the fans are already gonna find this somehow,” you admitted. “They're like, scary good, and I haven't even said any names!”

“I honestly don't think that narrows it down,” the guy countered. “Everyone online is an internet sleuth these days. What genre are they? Is it even a they?”

You winced. “They're not Italian, how about that?” 

“Oh? So why are you in Italy then?” He asked, eyes glinting with curiosity. 

You just shook your head, drawing your fingers over your lips to mime a zipper. 

“Fine, fine,” he relents dramatically before turning and pointing at the camera. “If you're watching this in the future and you know what song it is now, comment down below!”

You told Chris about the interview that evening. After he checked that the guy wasn't rude or pushy, the two of you laughed about it.

“Which song were you humming?” He asked.

“That one you showed me a couple weeks ago,” you replied.

He laughed. “Do you think Stay will find it?”

“I wouldn't be surprised if they did.”

You honestly forgot about the video until it surfaced on your timeline a few months later.

The day after Stray Kids had dropped their teaser for “Run It.”

The video had nearly a million likes. It was edited well enough, nothing added or removed to make you sound bad, which you were grateful for.

Curious now what people thought, you decided to check the comments.

@ unkn0wn401 5 mo ago - I have never been more curious in my life. INTERNET DETECTIVES GET ON THIS

@ 143kpopfans 1 hr ago - okok so… does anyone else hear ‘Run It’ or am i delulu???   -> @ binchans-pinky IM GLAD ITS NOT JUST ME OMG

@ papawolf42 3 mo ago - watch us all come back here in the future with our jaws wide open    -> @ jennifer-ferret - GIRL COME BACK OUR JAWS ARE ON THE FLOOR    -> @ papawolf42 - IM BACK OH MY GOD IT WAS STRAY KIDS THE WHOLE TIME?!?!!!!

@ skzcodered 2 hrs ago - but ok fr she's either dating someone on Stray Kids's production team… or 3Racha themselves 👀 

@ kingdomlvr20 30 mins ago - Thats CLEARLY Run It. IS SHE DATING CHANGBIN??    -> @ dwaekikiki - OR HAN OR CHAN?!!!

@ jypapi-is-my-bias 10 mins ago - if this ISNT Run It, I'll buy everyone tickets to the tour FR    -> @ binchans-pinky - soo i also think its Run It, but thats still a bet I'm willing to take

@ teffyx 2 mins ago - its so obvious??? Guys she was in *Italy* so clearly she's dating Chan?!!     -> @ bangchans-wifey - oh my god youre so right?!! Wasnt he doing a Fendi thing like a week or two before this video was posted?!!    -> @ noeasynoeasy - WHY DOESNT THIS COMMENT HAVE MORE LIKES OH MY GOD WE CRACKED IT

You took a screenshot of the comments section and texted it to Chris.

Contact name: Christopher 💜

Y/N: [screenshot.png]

Y/N: um… oops?

Christopher 💜: hahahahaha 

Christopher 💜: Stay are sleuths, i'm not surprised they figured it out

Y/N: am i gonna get sued LOL

Christopher 💜: no i promise you wont hahaha

Christopher 💜: the song is already partially out anyway, and we've dropped bigger spoilers before haha

Y/N: okay but what about the relationship theorizing part..? 

Christopher 💜: have they found your socials yet?

Y/N: no, thankfully it doesnt seem like it

Christopher 💜: well… its not the least evidence but also, if you dont want to be public yet, we can just ignore it

Y/N: do you want to be public?

Christopher 💜: we've been together for nearly 3 years, i'd love to show you off eventually, but i also know itd be a lot of eyes on you and i dont want to force you into that if you dont want it

Christopher 💜: we also dont need to use this as our reason to reveal us dating. we can just ignore it and it'll eventually fizzle out

Y/N: maybe we can talk about it tonight?

Christopher 💜: of course lovey <3

Christopher 💜: if it helps at all, the comments seem very positive about the whole thing ;)

Y/N: thats true…

Christopher 💜: i have to go to a 3racha meeting now, but i'll text you later ok? Love you

Y/N: love you too Channie <33 

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When Jiung climbs into bed and plasters himself to your back, you know it’s going to be one of those nights you won’t be able to leech him off of you. 

Not that you’d complain about it either, because he’s pretty cute when he’s clingy and needy. Especially when he helplessly ruts his boner against you, whining into your ear about how he’s so tired. 

“You don’t seem tired, love,” you say with a quiet giggle, breaking off into a soft gasp when his hand finds your chest, palming your tit with no real urgency. 

“I am,” he grumbles, voice low and edged with an exhaustion borne from a long day. 

He shuffles behind you, adjusting so he can slot his clothed dick right against your ass before grinding against you with slow, languid rolls of his hips, sighing contentedly into the back of your neck. 

You shudder as his breath brushes against your nape, rocking your hips back to meet his mindless pace. Even though the pressure isn’t exactly where you need it, it has heat pooling low in your belly with anticipation. 

“Long day?” You ask him, reaching back to card your hand through his short, mussed tresses. It feels brittle and dry, but you’re just glad it’s back to his natural black now. 

“Mm,” he assents, sliding his other hand down to your lower stomach, pressing there to urge you back into him. “Preparing for the next comeback. Just concepts and stuff… so many meetings,” he huffs, his voice thinning out into a quiet whimper at a particularly hard roll of your hips. 

“Poor thing,” you coo, humming when he starts to roll your nipple between his fingers, the thin fabric of your tank top not much of a barrier from the touch. “I still can’t believe how quickly they get you started on new comebacks.”

He lets out a frustrated grunt, turning to mouth at the exposed skin of your shoulder. “It never stops.”

Jiung trails the hand on your stomach even lower, letting his fingers trace lightly over your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan when his fingers find your clit, rubbing over the swollen nub, and it feels exhilarating even through the layers of your panties and tiny cotton shorts. 

“‘M lucky to have you to come home to,” he mumbles against your skin. You can practically feel his cock throbbing against you even through his sweats, still bucking lazily against your ass in half-hearted search for relief. “Don’t know how the others get by all single and alone.”

You giggle at the breathy tone of his voice, his words starting to slur into each other with the slow influx of pleasure. 

“At least they’re not codependent like you,” you tease lightly. 

Your body trembles as his fingers press harshly into your clit once before leaving you entirely. The protest dies on your tongue when you hear him start to shuffle himself free. 

The blunt head of his cock presses against you then, dragging along the soft fabric as he traces your heat through your shorts. 

“It’s not my fault,” he grumbles, using his hand to fold your leg and prop it up on the body pillow in front of you to give him better access. “You did this to me.”

“I made you—ah, fuck—I made you clingy?”

He continues to just rub the head of his cock over your clothed cunt, the mess of his precum adding to the already damp mess of your shorts. 

“Hmm,” he hums his agreement, pushing in when he finds your hole like he’s wanting to fuck you through your clothes. The pressure makes your body jolt. “Y’r a witch.”

You moan when he starts to drag his cock through you once more, nudging over your clit again and again. You reach down to find his dick and press him harder into you, and Jiung takes the opportunity to start slowly fucking into the tight space between your palm and your pussy. 

He starts to heave and hitch at the friction on his sensitive skin, hand clutching onto your hip to hold you in place. He’s throbbing against your hand, hot and slick. His breaths are wet and warm against your neck as he continues babbling on. 

“Can’t imagine my life without you,” he admits, his other hand tightening where it still lays pressed against your tit. “Wouldn’t have survived debuting.”

“Wouldn’t have survived anything,” you correct, biting back a moan when his tip catches over your clit. “You’d be a train wreck.”

“Mm… Still… still am,” he mumbles, quickly losing track of his train of thought, his words. 

You’re growing foggy too. As much as this lazy grind is tightening the coil in your gut, it’s not enough to snap it. 

You need to feel him. 

“Yeah, you are,” you murmur, reaching down with your free hand to pull aside the crotch of your shorts and panties, exposing yourself enough to press the heavy weight of his cock against your bare cunt. 

You both groan at the feeling in tandem, his hips spurring up to grind his cock into the slick mess of your folds, the slide much smoother and much more pleasant. 

You use your palm still keeping him pressed against you to guide him snugly between your folds, allowing the deep, delicious drags of his cock to soothe right over your clit. 

“Oh, right there Ungie,” you whine, gasping when he starts to speed up just a little. “Feels so good… wouldn’t survive without you either…”

“I know, pretty.” He presses a kiss to the space behind your ear, humming the soft words right into you as he chases the wet heat of your cunt and your hand. “No one can—nngh—take care of you like I can.”

You turn your head back to seek out his lips, finding them in a clumsy press of a semblance of a kiss. “No one,” you whisper into his mouth, flicking your tongue out against his searching one. 

You can feel his cock pulsing steadily against you now, his precum pooling generously against your hand. His pace is starting to stutter even despite his need to keep pushing into the tight space. 

“W-Wish I could bring you on—tour with me,” he says through breaths that are practically gasping. His fingers pinch into your nipple, his nails clawing into your hip where he holds you. 

You whine at the sharp trickles of pain that quickly ebb away to pleasure. “Maybe next time,” you start, breaking off with a gasp when the head of his cock punches against your clit and pauses there, before spurring back up to fuck against you again. “I can go on sabbatical.”

“Please,” he begs, burying his face into your neck to dig his teeth into your flesh and whine against you. “Please, I always need you but… but you’re not there… don’t wanna go again without you…”

His needy pleas drive a stake through your heart and light the fire low in your gut, so prominent and so intense that you think you might just sink him into you and latch on and never let go. 

“Okay, baby,” you whisper, and his arm tightens around you. You grab hold of his cock, wrapping your fist firmly around the generous girth, making him stutter and pause, so that you can drag him down to your hole and slowly sink him into you. “Won’t let you be alone again… oh fuck…”

Your mouth falls open with a stuttered breath as his cock stretches you open, slow inch by agonizing inch. 

He lets out a choked groan as he settles himself deep into your fluttering walls, whimpering when you clamp down onto him. 

His sweaty forehead digs into your shoulder as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, seating himself as deep as he can go. 

The moans that spill out of his and your lips are practically a symphony to his ears. 

Then he slides out, slow and sweet to drag every inch of his veiny cock against your gummy walls until just his tip catches around your tight ring, before he sinks in again with a deep, rolling grind that eases out another one of your sweet moans. 

His grip is impossibly tight on your breast, but you can’t even feel the pain past the buzzing that lights your skin alive. 

He reaches down with his other hand to grab the crotch of your shorts, tugging them further to the side to allow him to easily sink into you with those slow, deep, indulgent thrusts that he loves to fuck you with. 

“Promise?” He breathes, and it takes you a moment to catch up to what he’s saying with those broken, whimpery words. “Promise you’ll come with me next time?”

You let out a moan in response when he angles to start dragging right against your sweet spot, spreading electric heat through your body with each push of his cock. 

“‘S long as you promise to fuck me good like… ah, like this every night…”

He lifts his head to press his lips against your ear, and it tickles as he whispers an eager, “Promise,” against them but the fog in your brain overrides any reaction that’s not a direct result of him fucking you to putty. “I’ll fuck you just the way you want, love, whenever you want.”

You clamp down on him, hissing when you feel his cock twitch harshly inside you with the threat of coming undone. He’s just shoving himself into you at this point, too blissed out to have any coordination.

“Then never stop,” you plead, turning your head to seek out his lips again. “Want you in me forever.”

You’re not sure what you’re saying anymore. But neither is he.

He presses his lips to you, but he’s more just breathing into your mouth than kissing you. 

“Never leaving,” he gasps, his hand letting go of your shorts to grab onto your hip again and hold you still as he starts to weakly slam into you. You clutch onto his arm as your body jerks with each time that he pushes into you. “Never leaving you, never gonna—fuck—never pulling out again—“

“Fuck, Ji! I’m… think I’m g’nna…”

He doesn’t let you finish, just reaches down to start clumsily and hastily rub your clit with his shaky fingers. 

Your legs tremble at the surges of hot pleasure that sear through you, making your walls pulse erratically around his cock. 

“Love,” he sobs, burying his face in your hair as he shoves himself all the way in, just grinding into you as deep as he can to wring his orgasm out of himself. 

You cry out when you feel his tip kiss against your cervix, the sensation so sharp that it pierces through you and rips your orgasm out of you. 

You jerk and tremble and shudder through your high, pulsing wildly and creaming around him—and it’s enough to do him in. 

He cums with a cry of your name, pushing your body down into the bed with tight hands and spilling himself deep into you, grinding his seed into you as he milks himself of all he’s worth. 

Like a puppet getting his strings cut, he collapses on top of you with a choked gasp, seizing through the waves of his wading orgasm. 

You lay there under him, trembling with him as the intensity of your highs lull out into sharp breaths and quivering bodies. 

When he moves, he doesn’t pull out. He just wraps his arms around you and rolls you both onto your sides again, tucking you close to his chest, his softening cock still buried deep into you. 

You can’t find it in yourself to muster the energy to talk. And even when you finally do, you turn your head to see his eyes closed, long lashes fluttering faintly over his flushed cheeks, dark bangs plastered to his damp skin, shiny lips parted to let slow, even breath pass through, if a little shaky. 

The warmth that blooms in your chest is terribly fond. 

Content at the sight of him so at peace and with the feel of his cum trickling out of you, you dust a light kiss over his lips and shut your own eyes. 

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