[Closed/Ongoing] You wanna be on top?

[thebomdiggity]

Who: Bom, TOP
When/Where: Day 17, 1AM / some racing ground
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Maknae writing smexy time?
Summary: Bom meets some racer when part-timing as a race queen.

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[thetoptempest]

Leading her inside, he figured he would just need to show her just how much he was worth. "You don't need to hope about facts," he tossed out, noticing how the men in the small bar would stop their conversations just to stare at her. But guys were guys and they would always stare at a hot girl, so he just ignored it and brought her over to a private booth.

Sitting down opposite of her, he took the drink menu out and spread it so both of them could stare, making sure it was angled more towards her. He had been to this place often enough to know what they have. "Like I said, drinks are on me. You can choose whatever you want."

Bom smiled. This guy was practically overflowing with confidence. She loved that. Keeping quiet, she returned several winks whilst walking to the booth, smirking when a couple of guys attempted to see up her skirt, which wasn't actually that hard to do.

Bom pouted at the menu. She never really cared much for fancy cocktails or even alcohol in general, sticking to her usual Diet Coke most of the time. When she drank, it was when she couldn't care less and went all out. Which was what she was going to do. "One bottle of vodka. I bet I can chug it in one go." She flashed him that mischievous grin and crossed her legs.
sypherus xiii (11:53:12 PM): His eyebrows shot up and he stared at her for a long second. "You sure about that?" he questioned again, but deciding he'd like to at least see her try.... I mean girls these days surprised him here and there with how much alcohol they could hold. "We'll make a bet then..." he decided to make it even more fun. "A contest of shots." Now he thought of what the winner would receive....

"Course I'm sure, oppa." Bom's eyes sparkled. A bet... That sounded like fun. But with her power she was practically guaranteed the win. She wondered if she should play fair... "Okay, you're on. What does the winner get?"

Since the rest of the night seemed pretty set as to what they were going to do,.. he soon flashed a smirk. "Winner gets to choose the position," and with that decided, he waved his hand to usher a waiter over. Ordering one bottle of vodka, he then returned his stare back to her when the waiter left. "I hope you don't pass out from all of this.."

Bom shrugged. She actually liked her guys on top, so whoever won wouldn't really be a problem for her. "Whatever," she said, flicking her fringe to one side. Bom gazed coolly back at Top from under her lashes. "Right back atcha, big boy. Though I bet you'd like it if I passed out..."

Top laughed at that. "What kind of guy do you think I am?" He settled into an amused grin. "I prefer my women conscious thank you. Only low-life guys would like that..." But he let his curve down into a smaller smile, until finally the waiter brought the bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.

He took the initiative to unscrew the bottle and he quickly filled each of their small glasses. Picking his up between his fingers, he thought for a moment. "Cheers to being the best," and he raised his glass, waiting to clink it with hers.

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Bom shrugged. "I don't know anything about you, oppa, so I might as well assume the worst. I've had requests from low-life guys like that, but hell, the pay is awesome." She laughed.

"Cheers," she replied, the hard glint back in her eye as she clinked her glass with his. Without a second's hesitation, she tipped the contents down her throat in one fluid motion and set her glass down for more. "Do you know what you're up against?"

Nothing was more enjoyable than a challenge, no matter what kind they were. And what was even better was when someone could live up to a challenge. Hearing that she indeed experienced such worthless guys was a bit bothersome, but he had to ignore that since hey, he was just another guy on her list; someone she'd probably forget after tonight anyways. He might as well make the most of it.

After tapping glasses with her, he kicked back the drink, feeling its alcoholic flavor suck the breath right out of him. There was no chaser either; just straight up vodka. "I thought I did.. but I'm beginning to doubt you're the same Park Bom from two minutes ago," he lightly teased. Now moving to refill their second round.

Bom couldn't help but laugh at that. "You don't know the half of it." She was pretty much living a double life, with friends who knew her as the bubbly, friendly Bom and "friends" who knew her as the most expensive whore out there.

But then again, she couldn't let him know that. Keeping up her act was getting a bit hard since she was beginning to feel comfortable around this guy. That had never happened before, which gave her a little shock.

She emptied the glass again, effortlessly. "You know, it might be easier to just give me the entire bottle so I can chug it all and win..."

He was sure he didn't know the quarter of it. Yet he wasn't going to inquire and pry since that wasn't any of his business. Hearing her ask for the bottle though, he glanced between her and the vodka. No way was that healthy and somewhere it had to cross the lethal line. "How about you can try..." he pushed it over to her, wanting to see how far she'd go. Yet he'd only let her drink a little more than half if anything for safety reasons; after all seeing the countless amount of people each night fall into his cab then stumble out... well he didn't want her to be like that

Bom batted her eyelashes innocently and reached for the bottle. "Sure thing, oppa, I'll try my best..." She said, using airquotes. She winked, lifted the bottle to her lips and started glugging it down, shutting her eyes so the blackness wouldn't be visible. Soon she'd reached halfway and idly wondered if he wanted any.

[thetoptempest]

Stunned wasn't the right word. Neither was surprised. He was in shock. Top had never seen a girl nor guy do what she was doing. In fact, as he idly sipped away at his own shot glass of vodka, he felt rather ridiculous. Yet when he saw that quite a lot of it was downed within moments, he piped up, "Aight, aight~! You win, girl... Ain't no competin' against that."

Bom set the bottle down, a bit of liquid still sloshing around at the bottom. "Sorry, there's only a little left if you still wanted some..."

She smiled at Top sitting opposite her, his confidence probably quite a bit dented. "Hey, I like guys who can be a man. I'll renounce my win if you can make it up to me. How's that?" Her eyes flashed, back to brown after her drink.

After a second, he let a smirk play along his lips, "Deal," and he took the bottle, downing the rest of it, which really wasn't that much at all. On the head of the bottle, there was still the faint taste of her lipstick along with the strong taste of liquor. Setting the bottle down, he figured that was all they needed to drink for the night. In fact, he was feeling warm in the legs, and a little in his chest, but he wasn't drunk.

Signaling for the tab, he then glanced at her and asked, "So your place or mine?" That was a very important question.

Bom very nearly rolled her eyes. Guys usually took her back to theirs, no questions asked. She liked it that way. Anyway, Khun had strictly forbidden her to have any guys over except Ho; and if she brought people to his place then they'd know where to find her.

"Yours." She said firmly, before she could regret anything. Leaning forward to adjust the strap on her stilettos, she gave pretty much every guy in the area a convenient view into her top.

This would be interesting since most the time he was the one to go over to girl's places. It's like they fancied the idea of having him in their bed; yet of course it was more convenient for him to just leave. So the fact that she wanted to go to his, he already assumed she'd be the one leaving quickly after. He had no qualms with that since he wasn't used to other people sleeping in his bed anyways.

Throwing down some of his winning money onto the tab, he stood up, receiving a small sneak preview of her goods before he turned to adjust his jacket. Walking on outside, this time he just made sure she followed. Once again the whole room's attention was turned to her as they left, and outside, he just had to comment. "Makes me wonder if it's your short skirt, or barely there top that's making them all holla. Or maybe it's that pretty face of yours..." He lead them back to the car where he unlocked the vehicle.

Bom swung her long legs out of the booth and stood up, not bothering to pull her skirt down. She smirked as they exited the bar, most of the patrons' tongues practically hanging out of their mouths.

At his comment, she couldn't help but laugh. Or maybe it was the prospect of getting into his car again. Giving Top a playful shove, she replied, "I'm not sure whether to feel complimented that you called me pretty, or dissed that you implied I was a slut." Which, technically, she was, but it was never really something to be extremely proud about.

As he laughed as well, glancing over to her with a wide smile from the playful shove, he tossed on back, "You can decide which one...." He opened the door for her, then jogged on over to his side of the car. Since he wasn't that intoxicated from the vodka, he was able to drive; he'd driven before under worse conditions.

Hopping into the car, he now felt like he could let his attraction towards her take over. Before he would avoid the lingering looks or prominent thoughts, knowing that he wouldn't have been patient enough for some drinks. But now, he could let all of those barriers go; and so as she got into the car, he took the opportunity to check out her thighs, revealed from the hiked up skirt, wondering how they'd feel under his firm touches.

But he started the car when she was settled in, ready to speed off to his own place.

[thetoptempest]

Bom didn't say anything about drinking and driving; she'd drunk most of the alcohol and even if they got into an accident, she'd be fine and... well, she hoped his taxi had airbags for him.

She crossed her legs, knowing that her skirt had ridden up, and smiled to herself as she felt him checking her out. "How long to your place?" she asked, glancing over at him seductively from under her lashes. That look had never failed her before.

Starting the car, and heading off, not having to think twice about getting back to his place, he flashed five fingers to her. "With my driving, we'll get there in no time..." And his foot eased harder on the gas pedal, smoothly gaining speed and cruising along past other cars, easily hitting the green lights (and sometimes yellow). The look did work because in less than five minutes, he was slowing his car down and pulling up into the apartment parking lot. "Just like I said..." he grinned over at her, tempted to just touch her a bit while in the car, but he resisted, and slid his seatbelt off, clambering out of the taxi to her side where he opened the door for her.

Bom smiled more as he floored the accelerator, loving the thrill of fast (and slightly reckless) driving. Like he said, they had arrrived in 5 minutes and she was... excited? Since when did she get excited? This was a normal part of her life.

Putting that out of her thoughts, she unbuckled her seatbelt, swung her long legs out of the car and got out, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Top took her hand this time, keeping his keys in his other hand. The apartment building he lived at wasn't the greatest on the outside like most city ones, yet inside, at least it looked decent enough. After leading her to the second floor where he lived, he stopped in front of his door number. "Now don't be shocked by how normal my place looks," he chuckled a little, glancing back at her as he stuck his key in the knob, turning and listening to that familiar click as he pushed open the door. Leaving the light off at first, he let her inside, the only light filtering in through the windows. Soon he did flip a switch on, revealing - a very normal place other than the car magazines scattered on the coffee table, a few pairs of shoes tossed along the entryway. His only excuse to the place not being messy and wild was that he rarely spent time here.

[thetoptempest]

Bom, for some reason, was a little surprised when he took her hand, perhaps because she was usually the one to go around grabbing people's hands and the guys she slept with... didn't really have much time for hand-holding.

She shrugged, looking around once the light was turned on. "Awww," she said, turning around to face him again. "It's so cute and.. yeah, normal..." She smirked and bent over to take her heels off, yet again giving him a nice view up her skirt.

To her 'cute' comment, he laughed and replied with, "Kinda the opposite of me." By all means he knew he wasn't normal, and definitely the word cute shouldn't be used to describe him. And now that they were in the isolation of his apartment, he could enjoy the view she kept giving him by himself, without thinking of how other drooling men also got to see this. He slid his jacket off and his shoes, walking further into his apartment now. They already had their drinks and there was no reason to have anymore friendly talk, especially with her gradually attracting him more and more as the night went on so that now, he didn't want to wait any longer. "My room's this way," he walked ahead, his tall form going briefly through the short hallway until he reached his closed room door. Looking at her, he smiled a little, "Unless you'd rather do this on the couch, or the kitchen counter..." he trailed off with a joking air

Bom raised an eyebrow and flicked her fringe out of her eyes, one hand on her bared waist. "I'm game for pretty much anything," she replied, blinking innocently. "But I haven't done it in a bedroom for a long time..." She smirked and left the sentence hanging, leaving what she'd done to his imagination.

She followed him to the closed door and placed a hand lightly on his forearm, eyes flashing as she looked up at him. "Remember, I forfeited my win for you... You'd better make it up to me."

Really that statement did leave his mind suddenly having images; mainly of her being pushed against a car. Pushing his imagination away though and focusing on reality right beside him, his eyes glanced down to her touch on him. Talk about a woman who liked to be in control. "Yeah, how can I forget somethin' like that..." Before pushing the door open, he stepped in close to her. Despite how much time they had already been together this night, this would be the first actual intimate contact. Placing his hand on her bare side, he pressed her against the door and didn't hesitate to capture her lips into a firm kiss. With all that spice she had, he wanted to see if her taste matched.

Bom let herself get pushed against the door and tilted her head upwards slightly for a better position. Parting her lips slightly, she slid her tongue smoothly into his mouth with a manouvre perfected long ago. He still tasted of alcohol, not that that was a bad thing...

One of her hands rested on top of his and moved it down to her ass, wondering what he'd do next. Contrary to what he and most other men thought, she quite liked not being in control. She lived for surprises.