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“Sure.” You shrugged. Jiyong and Seunghyun in quick agreement. If you two were happy, so were they.  

The afternoon was spent lounging around the pool pregaming for the night’s festivities. You had never been to a club in Vegas before, despite all the times you’d been out there over the years. Neither had the guys, only really having been for work and not really getting a chance to explore the strip. 

Jiyong had just finished the final touches of his outfit, struggling to get his tie right when you stepped out of the bathroom. Your black dress barely covering your thighs, your hair curled and up in a loose pony tail. Loose strands framing your face. Yeah, this was going to be a struggle. His eyes roamed your body and you smirked. 

“Like what you see, Oppa?” You teased as you picked up your purse. Acting as if he didn’t look absolutely delicious in his suit. 

“We don’t have to go out.” He shrugged, his arms circling around you. 

“Oh no you don’t.” You stepped out of his arm, a smirk planted on your lips. 

“What?” 

“We’ve bailed on our friends all weekend. Staying in and ordering room service that we don’t eat. And while I don’t mind, I’m actually looking forward to a night out.” 

Jiyong sighed in defeat and led you out of the room. Anya and Seunghyun were waiting down in the casino with a few of your other friends and of course, the security detail that never left your side. 

You’d all decided on dinner at Hell's Kitchen, Jiyong wanting to do this trip up for you, giving you the experience you’d never had coming here alone before. They weren’t filming that night and you’d been seated just far enough away to keep either of the guys from being noticed but still close enough to watch them cook. 

“Seunghyun, you’ve got sauce all over you face.” You laughed as you reached across for his plate, dying to try some of the potatoes he’d ordered. 

Without missing a beat, Anya reached over, wiped the corner of hjs mouth with her fingers, and popped them into her a mouth. A soft yum escaping her lips. Seunghyun looked at her, wide eyed. She smirked in response before going back to her plate.  You shook your head, so apparently none of you had been out much in the evenings and it was definitely showing. 

Jiyong leaned back in his seat, his hand resting on your thigh. You shot him a look, shaking your head as you pushed your plate back. Jiyong drew lazy circles on your skin and you cleared your throat. If you didn’t leave now you’d never make it to the club.

The Peppermint Hippo was a short drive from the restaurant and you soon found yourself outside, eying the establishment. 

“Anya?” But before you could finish your question Jaeho was ushering the group inside. 

You blinked as you came face to face with a tall woman, pasties covering her nipples and cleared your throat as you glanced up at Jiyong. He held a neutral expression, his hand tightening its grip on yours as he led you to the private booth your group had secured for the evening. 

As soon as you were seated, the ladies started coming up. Innocently at first offering drinks and food. Jiyong happily ordered bottle service for the group, deciding that would be the only way to make it through this night. Once the dancers made their way over, though. Jiyong’s smug composure was gone. 

Everyone else seemed to be enjoying their time, despite the mix up, but Jiyong. Constantly looking around, making sure his hands were either on you or the drink. That was until you slipped a couple bills into a dancers waistband and she began to dance on you. Jiyong’s had quickly moved from your leg to his, his eyes wide as the dancer grinded on your hips. Your laugh filled the booth, your friends cheering you and the dancer on as Jiyong sat frozen, his glass up to his lips, his brow raised. 

You noticed, of course you had, and you couldn’t help but wink at him as your eye caught his. He about spit his drink out at that, setting the glass down carefully.  You were fucking with him. Whatever reaction you were hoping for, he was trying really hard not to give you. But damn, was it proving difficult. His eyes moved from yours to the stage in front of him. The dancers were taking a break and he was thankful for the change in scenery himself. Jiyong wouldn’t consider himself a modest man, by any means, but there was something about being here with you that was driving him mad.

“Come on, Oppa.” You grinned, standing up slowly, your hand reaching out for his. 

“Where are we going, Jagi?” 

“You’ll see.” You smirked. 

You led Jiyong into one of the private rooms, shutting the door behind you. You pushed him down into the seat with a smug expression on your face as you began to dance around, slowly. You’d never done this before and your main focus was on making sure you actually looked sexy enough to drive him crazy. 

You took a step closer to him, your confidence growing as Jiyong raised a brow. You slid your strap down your shoulder, before moving to straddle Jiyong’s lap. His hands moved to touch your hips, steading you as moved against him.

“Jagi.” He warned, his eyes locking with yours. 

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” Your hips moved, your body brushing against him and he let out a low groan.

Your lips connected with his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his skin. You’d been dying to touch him like this all night. It was a shame it was happening in a private room at a strip club, but you’d take what you could get. Jiyong’s hand moved to squeeze your ass as you grinded against him. You could feel him getting hard and you smirked against his skin. 

“I think we should get out of here.” He mumbled and you nodded, carefully moving to stand up.

Jiyong followed suit, adjusting his pants so his current situation wasn’t as noticeable before making his way out of the room. His hand held onto your tightly, afraid if he let you go you’d find more way to torment him tonight. You made your way back to the group and Jiyong nodded goodbye to Seunghyun.

“I guess we’re heading back.” You hugged your friend and Seunghyun before being escorted out of the club by Jaeho. 

The ride back to the hotel was silent, Jiyong’s hand resting on your thigh, drawing small circles on your skin. Picking up right where he’d left off at dinner. You kept your gaze out the window, afraid if you looked at him you’d have him right then and there in that car. Something you knew you couldn’t do with Jaeho sitting up front. 

Jiyong led you through the casino to the hotel lobby and up the private elevator to your suite, his hand never leaving yours. You both waved goodnight to Jaeho before Jiyong slid the do not disturb over the door handle, closing the door, and locking it. 

“You okay?” You tilted your head as Jiyong turned to face you.

Jiyong didn’t bother to respond, instead he crossed the room, his lips colliding with yours. His hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you. You moaned at the desperation, Jiyong taking advantage of the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. He took a careful step backwards, not stopping until the back of your knees hit the mattress. He broke the kiss a smirk on his lips as he pushed you back on the bed before taking a step backwards.

“Ji, what - “ but before you could finish the question Jiyong was moving.

His hips swaying in that cute way he managed to dance on stage, something you always found so endearing about him. His hand moved to his tie, ripping it off with one hand. He moved the tie, pretending to wrap it around his eyes, the smirk staying on his face before he dropped it from one hand, letting it sway in his other as he made his way over to you. 

He helped you slide out of your dress, his lips back on yours as his hand moved to pin yours above your head. He made quick work of using the tie to tie your hands to the headpost, his lips moving down your body as he removed your bra and panties. He caught you off guard as his mouth made contact with your slick folds, his tongue running a long strip from your entrances to your clit and you let out a moan. Jiyong’s eyes darted up to you, a devilish grin on his face as he watched you fight against the restraint, wanting to reach out and touch him.

His tongue circled your clit in slow soft movements and your hips bucked up towards his mouth, causing Jiyong to work faster. He inserted two fingers, pumping you in rhythm to his tongue and you breath hitched in your throat at the feeling.

“Ji, please.” You begged and he shook his head. 

“Not allowed to touch the talent.” He teased before his tongue continued its assault on your clit. 

You could feel yourself getting closer with each flick of his tongue and you arched your back, using the headboard to your advantage as you gave him the perfect angle. Your body tight as you felt your release about to hit. You tried to hold on, but you knew it was only a matter of time before you came undone. 

“Cum for me, Jagi.” He whispered, his fingers curling inside you just right. 

You came undone, his name falling from your lips as your body went rigid before finally relaxing into the mattress. Jiyong moved to untie your hands, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, pulling him closer to you. Your hands roaming down his body, undoing the buttons on his shirt and helping him slide out of it, before pulling off his pants and boxers. 

Jiyong moved to sit, pulling you on top of him. You carefully positioned yourself, lowering onto his cock, taking him inch by inch until he’d entered you fully. His fingers digging into your hips as you pulled yourself up, leaving only his top inside of you before slamming back down.

Your hands rested on the headboard, using it to help you repeat your movements as Jiyong’s hand slid up your back. His nails digging into your skin as he pushed you back on top of him. HIs hips thrusting with your movements. He was angled perfectly to hit your sweet spot with each thrust and you tilted your head back, eyes closing at the feeling. 

“That’s it, Jagi. You’re doing so well.” He praised you as you moved against him. 

You were close, thanks to the previous orgasm but you weren’t going to let go so quickly. Your walls clenched around him and you let out a moan as you stopped moving for a second. Feeling Jiyong’s cock twitch inside of you. Your lips moved to his his, your tongues battling for dominance as you began your movements again. You broke away when you needed air, slamming back down on him. Your legs getting more tired with each movement, Jiyong picked up on that, also so intune with you and held you close as he thrust in and out of you quickly. 

“Come on, Jagi. Let go.” He whispered in your ear. Goosebumps formed on your body as his breath tickled your skin. 

“I will if you will.” You panted, your hips rubbing against him as you rode him faster. 

Jiyong smirked, happy to oblige and slid his hand in between the two of you, his thumb brushing your clit. Your thighs tightening against his legs at the touch, your eyes slipping closed.

“Nu-uh, Jagi. Look at me.” His free hand sliding up your back to your neck and moving to wrap around your throat. Your eyes snapped open, holding his gaze. “I want to see you. Want you to see me.” He panted. 

Your eyes stayed locked on his as you felt the waves of your second orgasm wash over you. Jiyong’s grip tightening your throat ever so slightly as wave after wave crashed in on you. Your hips meeting his every thrust. With one final rough thrust, Jiyong came alongside you, releasing in you. His grip loosened on your throat, his hand falling to your hip, holding you steady, not ready to let you go just yet. He stayed inside you for a minute longer before you rolled off him.

You both moaned as the emptiness filled you and you crawled out of bed, a grin on your face. Jiyong drew you into a bath, testing the water before guiding you into it. He held you close to him, your back flush to his chest as he took his time, washing your hair. Your head fell back, looking up at him.

“Did you know it was a strip club the whole time?” He smirked as he looked down at you.

“Of course I did.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“You just let us walk right on up in there?” You laughed. 

“Anya and Seunghyun seemed really excited about it, and you were the one who said we couldn’t bail on them tonight.” He pointed out. You splashed water at him teasingly. 

“You suck. You know that?” He shrugged, the smirk still on his lips.

“Come on, lets get you to bed.” He moved to drain the water before stepping out of the tub. His hand reaching for yours.

Once you were safely out, he wrapped a towel around you both and led you back to the bed. He carefully pulled you to him, wrapping an arm around you protectively.

“You had fun though, didn’t you, Jagiya?” His eyes peered down on you and you nodded.

“Yeah, but you seriously need to work on your striptease skills. Those little bird moves may work on stage, but sexy, they are not.” You teased.

Jiyong let out a laugh, pulling you closer to him and shook his head. “You seemed to love it a few minutes ago.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grinned, burying your head into his chest.

Jiyong kissed your forehead before reaching for the remote, turning on a movie to fall asleep to. This was his favorite way to end his nights, wrapped up with you, a movie playing in the background. He never cared what movie was on, he only cared about you. He watched as you drifted off to sleep and smiled at how peaceful you looked, vowing to always make sure you felt this safe and loved for the rest of your life.