Ken goes to a foreign club
a/n: part of the kenniverse series I've been writing on aff, but decided to post it here too just for kicks and giggles.
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Jaehwan liked the club just fine. It was more of Ravi’s thing, but he enjoyed it. There were plenty of girls to flirt with and that was all Jaehwan really needed to be happy.
Admittedly, he wasn’t the best dancer. He wasn’t terrible, perhaps mediocre. Still, he didn’t need much skill when they went to the foreign clubs that Ravi liked so much. They were filled with curvy western girls that liked to rub their butts on guys and call it dancing and Jaehwan didn’t have a problem with that either. Actually, he enjoyed it quite a bit.
The first time Jaehwan had gone to a foreign club, he’d been nervous. Koreans often mistook him for a foreigner since he’d dyed his hair. What would foreigners think? What if someone tried to speak English to him? Jaehwan’s English was sub-par at best. Still, the girls didn’t seem to mind. They smiled at him and asked, “Dance?” and all he had to do was nod.
He expected much the same experience tonight. He even looked forward to it because he really needed to let off some steam.
Across the floor, he spotted his target. She had long, wavy brown hair and big boobs. Her ass was nothing to brag about, but that didn’t matter. He liked to think of going to foreign clubs as a taste-testing time. Every time he’d look for something a little different. This girl looked nothing like the one before, and the one before that looked nothing like that one. He just liked girls, he didn’t discriminate.
Anyway, he was walking up to her. She stood at the bar, sipping some fruity looking drink with some other girls, foreign and Korean. In any other situation, he might be nervous of rejection, but somehow he knew that wouldn’t be the case.
When she noticed him approaching, she smirked. He liked that. It showed confidence on her part. He held out his hand and gestured to the dance floor with his head. She didn’t say anything, just took his hand and led the way. The blue of her dress shimmered when the flashing lights hit the tiny sewed on sequins. He liked the way the color looked against her skin.
She turned around, pulling on his hand to get closer. Her eyes glanced up at him, a suggestive look on her face as she started to sway her hips to the music. He smiled down at her, beginning to sway in time with her, his hand moving to her waist to pull their hips together. Her hands went to his shoulders.
The feeling it gave him to dance like this was unlike any other. There was a freedom in it that he wasn’t able to feel anywhere else. It felt taboo, and yet here it wasn’t.
“You’re good,” she leaned up and spoke into his ear, “and hot.”
That, he also understood. “You too,” he said back, full of his accent, but still clear enough to understand.
She smirked, again grinding her hips against him. He bit his lip, gripping her hips that much more.
She leaned back up to speak again, “Come home with me.”
Not quite understanding that, he said, “What?”
“섹스,” she said in broken Korean, “sex.”
It clicked for him then, his eyebrows knitting in shock for a moment before he nodded. This wasn’t the first time, but every time it surprised him just as much as the first.
He wasn't really surprised when they didn't actually go to a bed either. Previous to his experience with foreigner, he never saw himself doing something like having sex in public. It surprised him how much more exciting it was, in all honesty. His heart beat that much harder against his chest.
She dragged him into the seedy looking bathroom, pulling him along until they were in a stall, the door locked. When she turned to him, he noticed in the light that her makeup was a little messed up. She'd probably had a few drinks in her, but that didn't stop her from looking sexy as hell all the same.
He pulled her forward as she nearly leapt into his arms, their lips connecting hungrily. It was rough, but still sensual. Her lips seemed softer, kinder than others. Every girl was different, he reminded himself once again.
His hands tucked themselves in at her waist, but she wasn't having it. She took his hands in hers, leading them further and further up until they were on her breasts. He took the chance and gave them a light squeeze, appreciative of her taking such a strong initiative instead of letting him awkwardly second guess himself.
Then, she pulled back, but he didn't have time to wonder about it. Her hands were at her shoulders in seconds, pulling at the straps of her dress and pushing it down to her hips, then in the second she popped off her bra too. He did his best not to drool, but did take the chance to let his hands touch her bare breasts. She made a cute little noise, sort of like a purring, before moving back in to attack his mouth.
He battled before focusing on massaging her breasts or the kiss, deciding to go between the two again and again. She pulled back once more, pulling his hands from her breasts. He wondered, momentarily, if he'd done something wrong, but she kissed him again, pinning his hands back against the wall, then began moving down. She kissed at his neck and collar, kissing over his shirt in various places, pushing it up at the bottom to kiss places on his stomach before she reached the hem of his pants. She smiled up at him, licking her lips and teasing him with her eyes as she undid his belt and the zipper on his pants.
There wasn't any way to hide that raging hard on he was already sporting, but she didn't look disappointed in the least. She bit her lip, eyes going between his dick and his face, as if asking permission. He tentatively reached his hand out, brushing her hair from her face and nodding. She let her tongue dart out to touch the tip quickly, teasing him adequately. Even that small move knocked a heated gust of breath, anticipation for what to come far too high for him to last very long.
Finally, she let her tongue dance across the length, wetting every inch before letting her hand come up to grab the base. Then, her mouth moved in for the kill, taking the tip into her mouth and slowly working her way down until she was practically deep throating him. She pulled back and then went down again.
His head hit the back of the wall. He moaned louder than he would have liked, unable to care if anyone heard him. Her tongue was doing something that he couldn't see because of the way her mouth engulfed him, but it felt great. He wanted to hold on to something, but when there was nothing he simply let his hand tangle in her hair, careful not to hold on too tightly.
It was even better when she started making those purring sounds again, looking up at him so sinfully while she blew him. He couldn't hold on for much longer. He came, involuntarily bucking into her mouth as he spilled his load. She drank up every ounce of it, though he didn't know if she swallowed. He was too busy relishing in his release.
She reached into his pants and he thought about being worried, and when he opened his eyes she was doing something to his phone.
"What are you doing?" he asked, although he didn't expect her to understand.
She simply smiled, and then handed his phone back before collecting her bra and pulling her dress back up. He looked at the glowing screen and saw a number with a foreign name. Oh, he thought. He'd never gotten one of those at a foreign club before.
"Anna," she said, pointing to herself. "Call me." She grinned and then left, not another word.
He chuckled to himself. Maybe he would call her. After all, he'd never met with a foreign girl outside the club before.
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Jaehwan liked the club just fine. It was more of Ravi’s thing, but he enjoyed it. There were plenty of girls to flirt with and that was all Jaehwan really needed to be happy.
Admittedly, he wasn’t the best dancer. He wasn’t terrible, perhaps mediocre. Still, he didn’t need much skill when they went to the foreign clubs that Ravi liked so much. They were filled with curvy western girls that liked to rub their butts on guys and call it dancing and Jaehwan didn’t have a problem with that either. Actually, he enjoyed it quite a bit.
The first time Jaehwan had gone to a foreign club, he’d been nervous. Koreans often mistook him for a foreigner since he’d dyed his hair. What would foreigners think? What if someone tried to speak English to him? Jaehwan’s English was sub-par at best. Still, the girls didn’t seem to mind. They smiled at him and asked, “Dance?” and all he had to do was nod.
He expected much the same experience tonight. He even looked forward to it because he really needed to let off some steam.
Across the floor, he spotted his target. She had long, wavy brown hair and big boobs. Her ass was nothing to brag about, but that didn’t matter. He liked to think of going to foreign clubs as a taste-testing time. Every time he’d look for something a little different. This girl looked nothing like the one before, and the one before that looked nothing like that one. He just liked girls, he didn’t discriminate.
Anyway, he was walking up to her. She stood at the bar, sipping some fruity looking drink with some other girls, foreign and Korean. In any other situation, he might be nervous of rejection, but somehow he knew that wouldn’t be the case.
When she noticed him approaching, she smirked. He liked that. It showed confidence on her part. He held out his hand and gestured to the dance floor with his head. She didn’t say anything, just took his hand and led the way. The blue of her dress shimmered when the flashing lights hit the tiny sewed on sequins. He liked the way the color looked against her skin.
She turned around, pulling on his hand to get closer. Her eyes glanced up at him, a suggestive look on her face as she started to sway her hips to the music. He smiled down at her, beginning to sway in time with her, his hand moving to her waist to pull their hips together. Her hands went to his shoulders.
The feeling it gave him to dance like this was unlike any other. There was a freedom in it that he wasn’t able to feel anywhere else. It felt taboo, and yet here it wasn’t.
“You’re good,” she leaned up and spoke into his ear, “and hot.”
That, he also understood. “You too,” he said back, full of his accent, but still clear enough to understand.
She smirked, again grinding her hips against him. He bit his lip, gripping her hips that much more.
She leaned back up to speak again, “Come home with me.”
Not quite understanding that, he said, “What?”
“섹스,” she said in broken Korean, “sex.”
It clicked for him then, his eyebrows knitting in shock for a moment before he nodded. This wasn’t the first time, but every time it surprised him just as much as the first.
He wasn't really surprised when they didn't actually go to a bed either. Previous to his experience with foreigner, he never saw himself doing something like having sex in public. It surprised him how much more exciting it was, in all honesty. His heart beat that much harder against his chest.
She dragged him into the seedy looking bathroom, pulling him along until they were in a stall, the door locked. When she turned to him, he noticed in the light that her makeup was a little messed up. She'd probably had a few drinks in her, but that didn't stop her from looking sexy as hell all the same.
He pulled her forward as she nearly leapt into his arms, their lips connecting hungrily. It was rough, but still sensual. Her lips seemed softer, kinder than others. Every girl was different, he reminded himself once again.
His hands tucked themselves in at her waist, but she wasn't having it. She took his hands in hers, leading them further and further up until they were on her breasts. He took the chance and gave them a light squeeze, appreciative of her taking such a strong initiative instead of letting him awkwardly second guess himself.
Then, she pulled back, but he didn't have time to wonder about it. Her hands were at her shoulders in seconds, pulling at the straps of her dress and pushing it down to her hips, then in the second she popped off her bra too. He did his best not to drool, but did take the chance to let his hands touch her bare breasts. She made a cute little noise, sort of like a purring, before moving back in to attack his mouth.
He battled before focusing on massaging her breasts or the kiss, deciding to go between the two again and again. She pulled back once more, pulling his hands from her breasts. He wondered, momentarily, if he'd done something wrong, but she kissed him again, pinning his hands back against the wall, then began moving down. She kissed at his neck and collar, kissing over his shirt in various places, pushing it up at the bottom to kiss places on his stomach before she reached the hem of his pants. She smiled up at him, licking her lips and teasing him with her eyes as she undid his belt and the zipper on his pants.
There wasn't any way to hide that raging hard on he was already sporting, but she didn't look disappointed in the least. She bit her lip, eyes going between his dick and his face, as if asking permission. He tentatively reached his hand out, brushing her hair from her face and nodding. She let her tongue dart out to touch the tip quickly, teasing him adequately. Even that small move knocked a heated gust of breath, anticipation for what to come far too high for him to last very long.
Finally, she let her tongue dance across the length, wetting every inch before letting her hand come up to grab the base. Then, her mouth moved in for the kill, taking the tip into her mouth and slowly working her way down until she was practically deep throating him. She pulled back and then went down again.
His head hit the back of the wall. He moaned louder than he would have liked, unable to care if anyone heard him. Her tongue was doing something that he couldn't see because of the way her mouth engulfed him, but it felt great. He wanted to hold on to something, but when there was nothing he simply let his hand tangle in her hair, careful not to hold on too tightly.
It was even better when she started making those purring sounds again, looking up at him so sinfully while she blew him. He couldn't hold on for much longer. He came, involuntarily bucking into her mouth as he spilled his load. She drank up every ounce of it, though he didn't know if she swallowed. He was too busy relishing in his release.
She reached into his pants and he thought about being worried, and when he opened his eyes she was doing something to his phone.
"What are you doing?" he asked, although he didn't expect her to understand.
She simply smiled, and then handed his phone back before collecting her bra and pulling her dress back up. He looked at the glowing screen and saw a number with a foreign name. Oh, he thought. He'd never gotten one of those at a foreign club before.
"Anna," she said, pointing to herself. "Call me." She grinned and then left, not another word.
He chuckled to himself. Maybe he would call her. After all, he'd never met with a foreign girl outside the club before.