“I can’t possibly go in sweatpants and preferably one of your hoodies to a club. They won’t let me in when I look like that.” You rolled your eyes and threw the outfit on the chair as well, picking out the next for you to inspect.

“Don’t you have those ridiculous shirts all of you wear? Isn’t that a thing for a bachelorette party?” Johnny finally looked up and stared at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I wish it would be that”, you whined again and threw the outfit on the chair before you walked over to your bed and plopped down on the mattress next to Johnny. “The maid of honour decided to create unity with a bunch of ridiculous accessories. We’re all supposed to wear princess crowns.”

Johnny snickered and pulled you next to him, wrapping one arm around your middle to cuddle with you. “You could finally embrace the princess inside of you.”

You sighed deeply and pouted like a small child, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “You’re the only one seeing a princess inside of me and I’m sure you’re obligated to see that as my best friend.”

“Whatever you say, princess”, he nudged your cheek with his nose, laughing softly when you squirmed in his hold.

“You’re not helpful, Suh!” You pushed yourself up and trudged back to the closet, trying to hide your grin behind a pout. You would never tell him that you actually liked being called a princess though you already had a feeling he knew that.

“Well”, he said dramatically and sat up on your bed, “since I am not helpful, I’ll leave. Have to go to work anyway.”

You glanced at the clock on your wall, frowning when you saw the time. “Isn’t it a little early? Usually you have a later shift.”

Johnny shrugged with his shoulders. “Special project”, he simply told you and got up, hugging you one last time before he left your apartment.

“Have fun at work!” You called after him, leaning out of the window to watch him walk down the street. You smiled brightly when he turned around and waved at you.

Once you couldn’t see him anymore, you walked back to your closet and stared at the few outfits remaining inside of it. You bit on your lower lip as your eyes fell on a rather revealing outfit. In some way you already had decided to wear this, thinking it would be fitting for a strip club but you were too embarrassed to tell Johnny the true destination of the party and your outfit choice. 

“Embracing the princess”, you sighed and grabbed the dress, getting ready for the party that was soon to begin.

When you met with the party you were immediately greeted by squeals and a round of shots. The maid of honour had booked a limousine that picked up all the guests on the way to the club and every time someone new entered the car all of you had to drink. Not that you were opposed to this, knowing with a little buzz you would feel slightly more comfortable.

“So how is this going to be?” Someone in the group asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

The maid of honour smirked in satisfaction after all the attention was on her. “We get there, we drink, we watch handsome men strip.”

“Come on! You need to tell us more!”

She laughed mischievously and tapped her chin in thought, dragging the reveal on. “We get a table in the main room and watch a show with all strippers like everybody else. After that I booked a private room for us. With the hottest strippers of the club.”

“Strippers? As in plural?” The bride asked with wide eyes.

“We’re a lot of people.”

You grinned in amusement when the whole party started squealing and hitting each other from the eagerness to reach the club and see the show. You grabbed one of the open bottles of champagne and took several large gulps from it, fearing you needed more than a slight buzz to survive that night.

Your head was spinning when you arrived at the club, making it harder to focus on anything around you. The bright red letters of the club grabbed your attention immediately. “SM”, you mumbled and blinked several times, letting your hazy mind process the meaning behind them. You giggled as soon as your mind came up with an explanation. “How fitting.”

Before you could dwell on it any longer, you got dragged inside the club, following the cheering squad into a dim lit area. Purple hues illuminated the room, barely showing the many tables around one large stage. At the end of the runway was a platform with a pole and you were already imagining the performances that were about to come.

More alcohol was served while you waited for all the other guests to arrive, seeing several other bachelorette parties. You watched them pull out dozens of one dollar notes, fanning their faces with all the money. Amusing enough, some of your group did the same.

Your eyes wandered around the stage, seeing some movements behind the curtains. You could feel yourself getting restless and excited, the tingling spreading throughout your whole body.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait any longer. The minute the soft music stopped and the lights turned off, the whole crowd cheered loudly, nearly ripping your eardrums. Still, your eyes were trained on the curtain, waiting for the light to return so you could actually see it.

A simple spotlight appeared and highlighted the curtain, keeping everything else in the dark. You sat on the edge of your chair when the music started playing and the curtain opened a little, revealing a man in a suit standing in the middle of the stage.

He danced along the stage, moving his body to the rhythm of the music. Every time he moved his hips or removed something of his clothes the crowd erupted in cheers and waved with dollar notes in their hands.

Transfixed on the performance, nobody noticed the man stepping up to the pole until a second spotlight illuminated the area.

Your head snapped around, making you slightly dizzy from the sudden movement. You saw the back of a tall man, dressed completely in black. One of his hands circled the pole while he started to move his hips in a sensual way. He pulled himself closer to the pole and leaned his back against it, starting to unbutton his dress shirt.

Entranced by his movements and his aura, you couldn’t help but to completely forget about the other stripper at the front of the stage, only watching the man at the pole. 

He tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest and arms that glistened in the spotlight. One of his hands moved over his chest and down to his crotch, teasing the guests with his movements.

You froze when you noticed the tattoo on his lower arm. Your breathing became heavier and your palms suddenly got clammy as you stared at the flower tattoo. You bit on your lower lip, unsure what to actually think or feel at the moment, except for fear. Even though you didn’t know what exactly you were afraid of. Still, when your eyes snapped up to the face of the man, your heart stopped beating for a second.

Johnny danced around the pole, handling it as if he wanted to seduce everyone in sight - quite successfully too.

You swallowed harshly. Even though you tried to remain calm, you could feel the panic bubbling inside of your chest. So far Johnny hadn’t noticed you but you had no idea how to react once he saw you. You also didn’t really know where to look now. You mostly looked at his face but you caught yourself more often than not following his large hands and seeing his impressive build. 

You couldn’t wrap your mind around this Johnny. He seemed so different from the person you knew. At home Johnny always wore way too large outfits, rarely dressing up unless it was for a special occasion. He always goofed around, making the dumbest jokes whenever possible. 

But this Johnny? This was someone unfamiliar. A serious expression that made him almost appear as someone scary, tight clothes just like the straps over his chest and slicked back hair. This Johnny looked like a god of pure lust.

You froze again when Johnny dropped to the floor and pushed himself up in a curve, resembling the movement of him fucking someone. You didn’t freeze because of the movement, no, you froze because the moment Johnny pushed himself up he locked eyes with you.

Johnny stuttered in his movements, surprise shortly washing over his features before he turned back to his lust-ridden expression. Still, he knew he was off now with his performance. Your neutral and almost emotionless expression now haunted his mind. Whenever he was able to, he looked at you, seeing you didn’t move at all like a statue in a museum. 

Johnny bit on the inside of his cheek, cursing himself for never telling you about his job. He wasn’t ashamed of being a stripper, no, he loved his job, but somehow he feared you would look down on him once you knew about it.

You cursed yourself internally while your mind continued to play Johnny’s move inside of your head, letting you picture yourself underneath your best friend - breathless and in need of more. You quickly shook your head and turned back around to the front stage, staring at the curtain with wide eyes. You pressed your thighs together, hoping to suppress the want building up inside of you.

The rest of the show went by in a blur, your mind still picturing you and Johnny together in a way you weren’t supposed to see your best friend. Someone had to drag you to the private room and even then you hardly noticed anything around you.

Until the two strippers entered the room.

The first one introduced himself as Yuta, but you paid him almost no attention as your eyes were trained on Johnny yet again. 

‘The universe is testing me’, you thought to yourself, your heart dropping to your stomach and pounding like crazy when Johnny looked at you. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, making you squirm in your seat.

At this moment you hated him, hated that he knew he was handsome, hated that he purposefully used this to his advantage and most importantly hated that he didn’t solely focus on you.

Yuta started the recorder in the corner of the room, letting a deep melody fill the room. Immediately both him and Johnny started moving to the music, circling the bride and teasing her as well as the bystanders.

Except for you. You bit on your lower lip, knowing your emotions were getting the better of you, knowing they were slightly irrational and mostly knowing they were uncalled for- yet, you couldn’t help the jealousy bubbling inside of your chest, having a tight grip around your heart and squeezing it every time Johnny made the party squeal and scream. 

Your insides twisted and turned when you watched some of the others trying to touch Johnny, their greedy fingers hovering above his body. 

“Ah, ah, ah, ladies”, he smiled teasingly and grabbed one of the hands that got too close to him, “a few rules for you. Don’t get up, don’t stand up, please don’t put your hands up and don’t make me tell you again.” His smile dropped at the end of his orders, making him ooze dominant energy. 

You silently endured the private show, looking everywhere but Johnny. You needed to calm your beating heart again, as well as locking your feelings back inside. Though when the two men started to dance around others than the bride and Johnny immediately turned to you, you knew it was a lost cause.

He looked you right in the eyes, trying to figure out how you were feeling, something he always did whenever you felt bad and didn’t know how to word it.

Seeing his intense gaze was simply too much. You jumped out of your chair and pushed yourself away from Johnny and towards the door, hurrying outside through the emergency exit. You took several deep breaths and pressed your hand down on your beating heart as you leaned against the brick wall next to the door.

Johnny had shared one look with Yuta, silently apologising to his friend and colleague, before he rushed after you. He barged through the door, eyes frantically looking around the dark alley until they landed on your form. “Are you okay?”

You nodded and avoided looking at him. “I will be. Just needed some fresh air.”

Johnny came closer to you and stopped right in front of your feet, his head tilted to one side as he mustered you closely. “You’re lying.”

“Am not!”

He clicked his tongue and placed one of his hands next to your head against the wall before he leaned down to your eye level, observing your reactions. “You’re not okay, princess”, he stated simply, placing his free hand on your chin and forcing you to look at him. Johnny sighed upon seeing your reluctance to talk about this matter, changing the topic instead. “I thought you were going to a club. Why didn’t you tell me it was a strip club?”

“The same way you told me about your job?” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“We’re best friends, Johnny!” You cried out, pushing his hand away from you to gain some distance. “Did you think I would hate you because of your job?” You frowned in disbelief, seeing guilt wash over Johnny’s expression. “I would never hate you, you idiot!”

“Then why did you just storm out of the room?” He argued back, pushing some loose strands of hair back with his hand. 

You immediately shut up again, the little anger or frustration you felt vanishing into thin air. Instead the embarrassment crept up inside your body, spreading like a virus through all your nerves. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, while your mind continuously played lewd images inside your head.

“Why did you leave the room?” Johnny asked again, this time calmer than before, back to exploring your expression. A smirk played over his lips once he noticed you fidgeting with your fingers and avoiding looking directly at him.

You froze upon feeling Johnny’s lips on yours, your eyes blown wide before they fluttered shut. While your mind still couldn’t catch up to what was happening, your body reacted instantly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself closer against his half naked body.

“You just broke every rule I said before”, Johnny growled against your lips, his hands already wandering down your body to your ass.

“You already knew I am a brat”, you retorted and teasingly bit into his lip.

“Fuck.”

You squeaked when Johnny grabbed you underneath your thighs and pulled you up, pressing you against the wall. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him automatically closer to your core.

“You really are embracing the princess inside of you tonight”, Johnny mumbled and started to trail kisses along your jaw, down to your neck and collarbone. “Can’t wait to worship you later at home.”

“I hope that includes fucking me into the mattress because I can’t think about anything else.” You let out a shaky breath when Johnny’s hold on you tightened, showcasing how affected he was by your statement.

“If you continue to speak like that, I won’t wait until later.” Johnny searched eye contact with you again, assessing your reaction and whether he should control himself now. “Just to be sure”, he whispered, uncertainty shining in his eyes, “this is not a one time thing. I truly want to be with you and not just as your best friend. I want you.”

You eagerly nodded, overwhelmed by the joy that Johnny felt the same way towards you like you did for him. You played with the strands of hair at the back of his neck before you whispered: “I like you. Really, really like you.”

Johnny cursed again under his breath and crashed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. “How can someone be so cute and hot at the same time?” He asked breathlessly after the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. Johnny grinned in satisfaction when he heard you giggle and saw you shrug your shoulders.

You felt one of his hands play with the hem of your dress, pushing up further up your thigh with each little brush of his fingers over your bare skin. A shiver rolled down your spine and goosebumps erupted all over your body. “Please.”

“Please?” Johnny raised an eyebrow and smirked, letting his hand slide further up your legs until he grabbed your butt. “Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Aren’t I already touching you?” He kissed the side of your neck, his tongue gently licking over your skin.

“I swear to god, Suh! I’ll get back inside and watch the strippers if you won’t stop teasing me.”

Johnny growled at you, his fingers nearly clawing at your flesh. “Like hell you will!” He shifted your weight onto one hand, using the other to fumble with his pants. “Can’t believe you’re thinking of other men while you’re with me.” He kissed you again, rougher than before. “You’re mine, princess.”

You mewled in delight, basically turning to pudding with his words. You wanted nothing more but to be his and only his. Your gaze drifted down to his crotch, eyes widening upon seeing his hard dick. You licked over your lips hungrily, feeling how your insides clenched around nothing. One of your hands glided down his chest and stomach until your fingers carefully brushed against his shaft, replacing his hand with yours. You tentatively pumped him a few times, growing wetter by the second.

Precum glistened on the tip of his dick, which you smeared over the slit with your thumb, receiving a low groan from Johnny.

Growing impatient, you wriggled with your hips as an indication for Johnny to lift you slightly. He immediately followed your silent request. You pushed the fabric of your dress away and pulled your underwear aside, aligning his cock with your entrance. 

You bit on your lower lip as soon as you felt the tip of his cock entering your walls. The stretch you felt was pleasant despite the slight burn. Still, you gasped loudly when Johnny pushed himself completely into you, making you feel full to the brim.

Johnny rested his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily, all while staying as still as possible inside of you. “You’re so tight”, he exhaled shakily, “I might not last long like that.”

“Oh?” You wrapped your arms back around his neck as you teased him. “The one and only Johnny Suh finishing before it even started?”

He growled and gently bit into your shoulder. “I’ll still make you scream my name.” With that he pulled away and thrusted forcefully back inside of you, making you moan loudly. “I also intend this to be just the foreplay. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow after I'm done with you tonight.”

You cursed lowly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, relishing in his deep thrusts. “Fuck, Johnny!” 

He smirked. “That’s it.” Johnny continued to thrust into you, his dick dragging along your walls just the way you needed. He hit every little spot that made your toes curl and your insides twist in pleasure. “Look at me, princess”, he commanded, eyes boring immediately into yours as soon as you opened them.

You watched him through half lidded eyes, seeing his slightly opened mouth, his concentrated look and furrowed brows. This face was even better than the one during his performance and you could feel the knot inside of you tighten even more.

Soon enough Johnny’s hips stuttered and he came undone inside of you with a soft moan. Still, he quickly shifted your weight again and moved his free hand to your clit, rubbing it in circles and sending shock wave after shock wave through your whole body.

Your mouth dried out and your breath got caught in your lungs as you arched your back and came as well. 

Johnny helped you through your high, watching you intently the whole time. He soaked up every little detail, loving everything about this moment. When you came down, he helped you back on your feet and made sure you were able to stand on your own before he tugged himself away and turned back into a presentable state. “Are you okay?” Johnny placed his hands on your hips and pulled you gently against his body, smiling softly when you leaned your head against his chest.

“Yeah.”

Johnny patted your head while he held you tightly, not wanting to let go of you just yet. “So”, he started carefully, glancing at your face to see any reactions, “are you okay with my job?”

You thought over his question for a moment, knowing you had been jealous only a few minutes before, but you trusted Johnny. You looked up to his face with a smile. “Only if I’m the only one allowed to break your rules.”

Johnny needed a moment to understand what you were referring to before he grinned and placed a kiss on your lips. “You’re even allowed to break my bed tonight, princess.”