#muse drabble

Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back and toss down the last drop of your shot, the special concoction of vodka martini the bartender had made you.

You had made the quick stop at the bar to stall the time, to take a moment and contemplate if you are doing the right thing. Or rather, deciding if you should be doing the right thing, that is to walk out of here and forget about the gorgeous stripper and move on with your life, instead of walking down the dark hallway towards the private rooms which he had invited you to.

The club is still going on full circle. The crowd is still lively and loud, the stage is still bright and thriving with the main event of the night taking the stage. You glance over just as the man up the stage, his bare chest full with taut muscles and all, is slowly dragging his zipper down and ready to pull away his tight leather pants to feed the hungry crowd.

You look away just in time for the crowd to erupt in loud, victorious cheers, not wanting to witness another scene of a nameless sexy man exposing his body any further than his bare chest. Ignoring the buzz that runs through your body and the way your head is starting to spin just as fast as the beat of the music, you ask the bartender for another shot of your drink. As you wait for your order to come, your eyes look over to the right, taking in the sight of the long dark hallway at the far side of the room, and then you look over to your left, looking over the way out that is being guarded by the muscled man who welcomed you earlier.

Your heartbeat thrums steadily inside your chest, despite the clammy hands that are pressed on top of the bar counter. Your legs, however, suddenly feel like they are planted deep into the floor, as if you are meant to stay in this bar, where it is much safer from any kind of bad decisions and painful mistakes.

“Here you go, sweets,” the rough voice which belongs to the pretty bartender pulls you back to present, followed by the sound of the glass being placed firmly on the counter. You mumble a soft ‘Thanks’ and watch her walk away to tend to a woman in a tight dress not too far from you, her outfit is short enough that you can see a glimpse of her lower hip and her curve being accentuated for all eyes to see.

I am definitely making all the possible wrong decisions tonight, you sigh and look away, chuckling to yourself as you take the shot in your hand, toss it back down to the last drop and place the empty glass back on the counter. One was already too many, and yet here I am trying to make another.

Slipping a few bills to pay up for the drinks, you grab your purse and push yourself off the bar.

Straightening your back, you stride along the way through the dancing crowd that has their eyes on the stage, rendering you completely invisible among the ladies that are lost in the moment. Your eyes are set straight forward, your mind is void of all thoughts as you walk ahead, letting the liquid courage making the final decision for you on which way to take.

There are three private rooms at the end of the dark hallway.

All doors are closed shut, and you are too tipsy to concentrate in that dark hall to figure out which one of them would be the one that Jungkook had reserved for you. It is not until you can hear a few faint cheers coming from the door to your left that you finally notice that the muffled music is coming from behind those doors instead of from the main dance floor.

Taking a few steps closer, you focus on the other doors. Soft female giggles and a deep male voice coming from the door to your right lets you know that it is also being occupied, leaving the door right in front of you as the only vacant one. Your heartbeat escalates when you can hear the soft beat of music coming from inside, and you wonder if Jungkook is still waiting at the other side of that door.

You decide to test your luck and push the door open, finding it unlocked and that the music inside is much louder than you had initially thought it was.

The room is dark. Not much darker than the hallway outside, but with only the red lights from the ceiling illuminating the entire room, the space seems to scream sex and sin through one quick glance. A small stage with a metal pole similar to the one you saw at the main stage before is set at the far center, while the fancy love seat covered in red leather, just as dark as the walls, is set around it, facing the stage to serve as the best seat for the show.

Picturing the scenes you had just witnessed before making your trip here, you suddenly feel like sitting on those seats would be such a terrible idea. You cringe at the thought of the things you would find at the surface of the slick leather in front of you.

Too lost in studying the room and too immersed to the beat of the sultry music playing in the room, you fail to hear the door closing behind you and someone moving closer. Until you can feel him, his broad chest pressing against your back with his warmth engulfing you from behind, and the familiar scent of his shampoo and musky sweat comes with the air that you breathe in.

You can feel his warm breath at the nape of your neck when he leans in, whispering with a soft grunt, “Took you long to get here. I thought you left.”

“I, uh—” you start, choking on your breath when you can feel his lips brushing at the sensitive spot beneath your ear. “I needed a drink. After the show you gave earlier I figured I need something to cope with.”

You hear him chuckling. “Did I make you feel hot?” he asks, nipping your skin to make you gasp to the touch. You choose not to answer, but lean back on him instead and let him wrap his arm around your waist to hold you when you feel your knees trembling and you are swaying to the music and the pulse in your chest.

The song suddenly changes from one to another, one that is more familiar to your ears. You keep on swaying your hips, completely ignoring his question and dancing to it instead. “I love this song,” you muse, letting yourself go to the moment.

Jungkook lets out a growl when your hips keep brushing against his groin, your butt unintentionally rubbing against his covered shaft. And damn, does the sound of his deep voice turns you on.

You can feel him starting to move his hips with the same rhythm as yours, softly humping on your behind to let you feel the prominent bulge under his jeans. Reaching back, your hand directly meets his bare chest before you reach down, finding his waistband to find those jeans unzipped.

“Did you change the drenched briefs you were wearing on the stage before?”

“Change?” he muses, gripping your wrist gently to guide your hand towards the center of his stomach and leads you to trail lower. And you move your fingers to graze along his soft happy trails to find that there is nothing present between his pants and his skin. “I prepared myself to make this show quick for you.”

You let out a gasp and quickly start to pull your hand away, only to stop yourself immediately. You can feel his hand that still holding your wrist, already loosening his fingers to allow you to move away if you want to. But with him pressing close on your body, you can feel his heartbeat vibrating through his bare chest and his deep breath fanning on your neck, and you know that he is anticipating your next move. That he is just as nervous as you are, yet curious to see where all of this would lead to.

So you move your hand lower instead of further away, slowly reaching to his covered cock and feel him gasp against your neck to your touch.

“Dance for me,” you whisper to him while moving your hips backwards, rubbing and teasing his crotch with your hands reaching lower to grip his covered thigh. You love how his muscles feel in your palm. Strong and sturdy. And you wonder what it feels like to rub your core over them.

He pulls you back with the palm that is resting on your stomach, as if it is possible to get even closer. “Aren’t we already dancing now?”

“Hmm—” you moan to the way he is moving his hips with more fervour, wanting you to feel everything as you sway your body along under his tight hold. “Aren’t you supposed to dance on the stage to perform for me?”

He lets out another growl. This time the sound vibrates all the way to your core, as if it is not already throbbing with the need of his touch down there.

“I don’t want to let you go,” he says, nipping the nape of your neck while he is saying the words, sending deep aches inside your chest to the weight his words are carrying. But you decide that he probably meant nothing by it when he continues, “Didn’t you enjoy us performing together at the stage before? Why not continue where we left off right here?”

“And where was that supposed to be, exactly?”

You tilt your head back to allow him to leave kisses all over your neck, and he starts trailing his kiss towards your chin. Reaching over to grab a hold on his forearm, you suddenly realise how you have been holding so tightly on his thighs with the other. You want him to touch you everywhere, and you cannot shake the feeling that he is somewhat being careful with you, despite the way his free hand keeps ghosting around the hem of your minidress to shyly feel your skin beneath.

He nips on your chin, humping your backside continuously and whispers, “To the part where I make you cum.”

Jungkook keeps moving his hips, leading you to move along with him by pressing you close to his body. His arm feels hot against your body, his fingers that are trailing low towards your inner thighs have you shuddering for more. Suddenly your tight dress feels too thick when you feel him rubbing his cock behind you. There is nothing stopping you from slightly shifting your body, finding the perfect angle until you can feel his bulge touching close to your core.

His kisses on your neck stop as he softly groans. Turning your face to your side, you find him nuzzling his nose to your hair, his lips still ghosting on your skin. And then he opens his eyes, moving closer until you feel his breath falling on your face.

Your head is spinning. Whether it comes from the alcohol or from the way your body is sinfully burning to his heat, you can never really tell. The only obvious thing you know is how close his face is to yours, how warm his breath feels on your skin, and how every part of your body is turning to flame wherever he is touching you.

Grabbing his dampened hair, you pull him in until your lips come crushing on his. He halts, surprised at first, and then you feel him smiling in the kiss right before he returns it with more vigour. He bites your lower lip until you whimper to the pain, his hand pushes you back into his chest, not allowing you to move away as he licks and laps the part where his teeth ignited the pain before he sucks your lips roughly. He muffles your gasps by slipping his tongue between your lips, letting you suck him, taking him deeper until you feel like you are close to crumbling to the floor.

Thankfully, Jungkook is strong enough to take control, to hold you close to his chest and not let you fall. You feel him turning you around to face him and starts pushing you backwards without even pausing the kiss, moving you both all the way further into the room until your back hits the wall. He pulls away, grabbing your thighs with his strong hands and lifts you up effortlessly. You let him wrap your legs around his waist and gasp aloud when he pushes himself between your legs with his bulge poking to your center.

“Fuck, Jungkook—”

With a deep growl, he grabs both your wrists and crosses your hands above your head, holding them with one hand as the other starts grazing your cheeks. You watch him with hazy eyes as his eyes darken to the sight of your blushing cheeks, the rise and fall of your chest. His lips curl into a side smirk when he starts moving his hips, ever so slowly, brushing his crotch over your covered slit.

The move has your legs quivering, your whole body helpless to his motions, and you welcome it all. But it is not enough. You wish for nothing else but to rip apart every single piece of fabric that is getting in the way.

“More,” you whine, your hands clenching tight in his hold that you could only move your hips along the same rhythm as his own to feel more. “I want to feel you.”

He only smiles, but his eyes are dark with intent that is enough to have you shivering under his gaze. Licking his lips, he only whispers, “As much as I want to be inside you right now, I’m afraid I have to refrain myself for the lack of condom and the fact that I might get kicked out of my job if anyone finds me being impaled inside your delicious hot pussy.”

The way he speaks makes you feel even more hot and needy, sending you nibbling your bottom lip to bite back the moan that is threatening to escape. Although your voice still sounds sultry when you ask him, “So what do you have to offer in exchange to this predicament? I do believe you promised to give me your special show to welcome me here.”

He grabs the hem of your dress that is already hiked up all the way close to your hips and raise them up even higher, allowing your legs to spread even wider for him. He keeps his eyes on you when he leans his hips back, only slightly, just enough for him to push his jeans lower down his legs and reveal his hard cock.

The way your eyes rake over his bare body and how you are watching closely on the sight of him stripping before you with hunger has him smiling with pride.

“Don’t worry, my little fox. You know damn well that I will never let you leave here unsatisfied,” he says, leaning in to bite your lips, hard, until you give him a squeal and your thighs start shivering even more. “I will only let you go once you cum.”

Just when the beat suddenly drops, he starts grinding his hips against your body more rapidly, his rigid cock rubbing against your aching core, igniting every part of your body with hot waves of pleasure. You have been feeling it building up ever since he teased you on stage, since he spent all night reminding you what it’s like to have him inside you, so your body instantly erupts in his hold, sending you only seconds closer to your climax.

Having your body completely under his control—with your hands still in his tight grip, your legs around his waist, your body pinned to the wall by his crotch and the hand that is holding your ass to keep you up—you can only surrender to the pleasure. He may not be inside you, pounding deep into your womb or slipping through your throbbing walls, but you could still feel him there, deep at the very place which would send you to heavenly bliss.

You want it so badly to close your eyes, to be able to imagine just how much better it would be if he is deep inside of you, filling you up as he brings you to bliss, and that the thin panties blocking him from slipping inside you is there no more. But you refuse to lose the chance of seeing him, of looking at this beautiful and sexy man that seems like a part of a dream instead of your reality.

His head is tilted back as he keeps thrusting, grinding, adding more and more pressure in each motion he makes to slowly rise up the surging waves on your body. His body is slick with sweat that comes dripping down his flawless body, making him look sexy and hypnotising that it is making you hard to breathe as he keeps on moving his hips along with the music.

Jungkook leans in, letting you see his dark gaze that is locked on your face, and his lips that keep ghosting on yours. And suddenly you feel the urge to taste him, to get him to move faster. So you lean up to bite his lips, just as hard as he took you before. With a deep, sexy growl, he starts thrusting onto you faster, harder, and then he moves the hand that is holding your buttocks to reach between you.

The feeling of his fingers pressing down on your covered clit has you crying for his name, for mercy, for the glorious jolts of pleasure that comes running through your whole body and numbing your senses altogether.

“That’s it, beautiful. Cum for me,” he says, grinding his hips one last time as your body starts shaking and your breathing comes out in short quick bursts.

It is when he rushes to devour your lips when you realise that you have been screaming. You have been too lost in your pleasure, your climax has been too intense that you barely notice anything but him. And just when you slowly start to come down, you finally notice that the dampness happening between your bodies did not only come from your own release and sweat.

You open your eyes to find him trembling in front of you, his face hanging low with his forehead resting on your shoulder, and his cock is covered with thick cum.

Biting your lips, you try to move your hips just a little. The feeling of his cock that is still pressing against your clit through your wet thin panties lets you know that he is still hard as a log. You let out a whimper, drawing him to lift his face and look at you.

Jungkook’s gaze has softened. And the cocky smile he kept on his face while he was humping on you is now replaced with a sheepish one, sending your chest aching and warming at the same time.

“Hold on,” he whispers as he slowly pulls back, giving him enough space to reach between you.

You still have your eyes on him when he snaps your dampened panties off of your hips. Your body is still recovering from the short waves of your climax that you barely notice it being torn apart against your skin. But you can feel it when he uses the ruined fabric to gently clean your release before he starts cleaning his own.

He tosses the panties away and slowly lets go of your hands. With both of his hands on your waist, he carefully starts prying your bodies apart and sets you down on the floor to stand on your shaky legs. He takes a moment to make sure that you are able to hold your own weight and stand up straight before reaching his pants and starts putting them back up and covers himself.

He watches as you pull your dress lower, covering your bare center and your quivering thighs.

No words are being spoken when your eyes meet his. The music starts coming clear when the pounding in your head starts to subside and your heartbeat steadies. His smile is still the same when he moves closer, pulling you in by your waist to hold you close instead of pinning you back on the wall.

“Are you alright?”

You nod your head to answer.

“Did you drink much? Did you drive here?”

You shake your head. “No, I figured I would be drinking, so—” you gulp, taking in deep breaths when you cannot ignore the warmth running through your spine. The proximity between you, his hold on your waist, his gentleness, everything that you feel coming from him brings you the familiar feeling to which you had on the first night you shared with him. “I can, um—call an Uber or ask the bouncer for a cab, maybe.”

“Or I can take you home,” he cuts you off, sending you to give him a confused stare. “Do you live with your fiancé?” he asks you stiffly.

“No,” you simply answer him. “I live alone.”

“Come home with me.”

“What?” At first, you had thought that you might be hearing him wrong. But the look on his face is telling you that he meant every word.

“It’s not too far,” he says, biting his lips as he holds back from saying, ‘and less complicated that way.’

“And we can continue all night if you want. Or talk, whatever,” he shrugs, playing it off cool yet you can easily see the faint blush on his cheeks even with your hazy eyes.

He clears his throat when you still won’t give him an answer. He puts his fingers on your chin, lifting your face gently to allow him to look into your eyes. “Think about it. Wait for me by the bar if you want to come with me. Or you can ask the bartender to call you a cab.”

He leaves you with a kiss on your temple, not bothering to wait until you respond when he walks out of the private room, leaving you questioning yourself—

Should you be adding more bad decision to make tonight? Or should you just walk away?

One bad decision is one too many, and you have been continuously making one after another. You lean back to the wall and take a deep breath, trying to reason with your conscience while looking deep inside you to find the guilt you had long buried.

Jungkook shuts off the shower after only spending less than five minutes under the running water. He would usually spend more time to clean himself after a long shift, all due to eliminate all the sweat he gains and to rub away the traces of wild hands that had been groping him during his show. But not tonight. Not when he is worried that you would run away if he is gone from your sight for too long.

Closing his eyes, he can still feel you all over his body. The way you trembled in his hold, shaking with your release and the way you screamed his name. Everything he felt was enough to have him exploding with his climax even without him being inside you. While the nervous stare you gave him and the way you blushed when he made you cum are now making his heart clench with the need of seeing them all over again.

Deep down, he expects you to walk away, to not wait for him to return to you and take you home. And he would understand if you ever choose to. Because perhaps it would be better to let her go, he reminds himself, when he remembers all the troubles he would be facing if he keeps this all up.

But something inside him refuses to let you go easily. Not wanting to give up without a fight. Too many questions linger in his mind as well, forcing him to want to have a few more intimate moments with you so you could talk. Yes, to simply talk, to simply get his answers.

Why did you come here?

Why didn’t you put on the ring?

Why did you come to him in the private room when you had the chance to leave?

And then the kiss. The deep kiss which you had initiated and had him losing the last bit of control he had.

He does not even bother to stop and dry his hair when he makes an exit from the changing room and makes his way towards the bar. He only spares a few quick seconds to pull up his jeans and put on his T-shirt before he paces in quick strides through the main area of the club, hoping that you are still there.

But he is soon met with a shattered hope when you are nowhere to be found the minute he arrives at the bar.

He looks around, trying his best to find you, just in case you are sitting somewhere hidden as you wait for him when he sees that the bar is currently filled with new patrons as the night is getting more crowded. Even the bartender is swamped, never even noticing Jungkook pacing back and forth in front of her bar as she keeps tossing and setting drinks nonstop.

Jungkook lets out a long sigh and a scoff. Having no other choice but to walk out the door, giving the bouncer a quick nod to let him know that his night has ended.

The parking lot is packed with cars. Jungkook keeps walking straight to the far end where he had parked his own black car, away from the brighter side of the lot. He has his head hanging low, keeping his eyes on the keys that he is playing in his hand before he lifts his face the moment he reaches his car.

What he finds next is something that he had never expected to see.

His breath is caught in his throat when he sees you there, standing with your back leaning to his car and a sheepish smile on your face.

Straightening your crossed legs, you push yourself off the locked door. “I couldn’t find an empty seat. The bartender had let me know where I could find your car, so—”

Jungkook gives you no chance to finish your sentence, for he suddenly rushes to reach you, pulling you into his chest. With his hand holding the back of your neck, he pulls you into a deep, long kiss. Gentle and rough, changing simultaneously as he devours you, making it seems like he is claiming you, as if he could not breathe the air without taking your lips in his.

And you have no intention of pushing him away even as you know that there is no turning back after this. The content look on his face which he shows you the moment you pull away from the kiss lets you know that he feels it too. That he needs you the same way you do him.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“I expect it all to be done when I return this evening,” the woman said, not even looking down at the small child who had come to see her off. “We will be having company over tomorrow and I need this house as clean as can be.”

“Company?” Tyrian questioned, curiosity painting over his features. Other people? “Will they be here long? Will there be other kids?” 

The curiosity was slowly replaced with a budding excitement–someone to play with? Was his aunt going to surprise him with such a gift or, was it his birthday? It had been several years since he remembered last celebrating such a thing, so he didn’t know if that was even coming up.

His aunt turned to him as she pulled the hood of her cloak up and over her head.

And her expression was hard, almost disgusted. There was a sneer in her lips and a hate in her eyes as she stared coldly onto the child she had been given to care for years ago–her distant cousin foolish enough to think she wanted a child, nevertheless a faunus child and a damn one that had a stinger at that.

“No,” she finally said, wondering why the boy had gotten such a silly idea wrapped up in his thoughts. “They are merely clients from Vale who are looking for someone. You will stay in your room while they are here, I won’t hear a single peep from you. The last thing I need is for you to wave that thing of yours about willy-nilly and off one of my highest-paying jobs.”

She watched as Tyrian’s expression fell. He wasn’t surprised by the truth, but it still hurt. He missed playing with other kids, missed having someone to talk to.

But with that, the woman stepped out the front door, leaving Tyrian to sigh, reach a hand up and pull back the long, dark hair that brushed over his eyes. It had gotten so long and his aunt had said nothing about getting it cut–he was almost liking it, the way it could hide away his face and eyes when he got too scared to look into his aunt’s eyes (especially as the woman seemed to loathe direct eye contact).

Tyrian stood there for a while, making sure that the woman wasn’t about to come back in for some forgotten item. When it was obvious she was gone for the foreseeable future, the boy quickly pattered off down the hall and turned into the library. 

It wasn’t too difficult to find his small, almost nondescript hiding spot. A small corner of the room, hidden past several tall, long rows of bookshelves. It was little more than a chair, a blanket and a scattering of pillows, but it was a place of safety for Tyrian–it was a spot he could turn to, a spot his aunt never bothered him within, a spot he felt safe.

He crawled beneath the tented blanket and, just as quickly, he retrieved the book that had been left on one of the pillows, still open on the last page he had been reading from the night prior.

It was about a knight. Though unnamed through the entire story, the knight was a thing of wonder to Tyrian, a man unlike anything the boy could have ever experienced in the confines of his aunt’s small, lonely home. It was through this knight’s tales and stories that he could experience the world as an adventure, to feel the wind and see the rising sun from more than his little window.

He wanted the knight to be his best friend.

A dashing man, the book had described him, a scholar-turned-hero, his hair as red as fire, eyes as green as emeralds and his face covered in freckles. The book described him as once a poor boy, once a servant, once someone society hardly looked at. It was only after the gift of a goddess that he was able to wield a sacred blade and defeat all of those who had opposed him, who had hurt him, who had made him feel small.

The knight and his power, his freedom–Tyrian wanted it all, every ounce. He wanted to be just as free, if only a goddess could bless him with the same gift.

He knew it wouldn’t ever come true; knights, gods and goddesses? They didn’t exist, they never and will never exist. Tyrian was a boy, but he wasn’t a fool–he knew that his life would only ever be that of a servant in his own home, using nothing but books to try and make up for the freedom he didn’t, he couldn’t, he’d never have.