The Client: Chapter Three
CHOI SEUNGHYUN (TOP) X Reader
Rating: NC-17 for some smexins
Summary: You are the utmost of professionals, but tonight's client may be more than you bargained for.
Disclaimer: I do not own TOP (but damn do I wish I did) or Big Bang, and this is a fanfiction merely for entertainment purposes only.
His face leaned towards yours without betraying any emotion other than sheer desire, and you leaned into a deep kiss. His tongue entered your mouth as he brought you down onto the couch and found a home between your long legs. You wrapped him tightly into yourself and the picture of your strappy heels were probably not unlike a black widow encircling her prey, but his dark form towered over your body, taking in a deep gasp of air as he caressed you up and down hungrily. He was rock hard through his tight jeans that now created a delicious rhythm into your core. GOD this was good.
Maybe it was because you hadn’t done “the works” in a while, but you were almost to the point of quivering as he brought those lips down to your breasts. Soft kisses lead to an expertly delicious tongue that swirled around your right nipple, and his hand made quick work of your other breast, pinching dangerously hard into the left as his tongue sucked in your right. His tilted head with his very cut jaw line leaning more into your chest exposed the strong line of his neck which pulsed with his quickened breaths. He caressed your breasts and paired the hunger of his hands with quick flicking of your nipples, with both his fingers and his tongue, you reared back your head into the leather couch and arched into his hard erection again and again. He groaned enticingly.
Your hands made their way up his chest and pushed at the leather jacket which he shrugged off to reveal a plain white v-neck shirt. You swung your leg into his side and rolled both of your bodies onto the floor not too high from the edge of the couch. And then loving the sound of his tantalizing groan at having fallen, you reared up onto him and flashed a sinister smile.
You licked your lips, now probably completely smeared, and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
His own lips curled into a smile as one of his intense eyebrows angled sharply, your lipstick all over his own lips and his hair slightly askew. He looked almost innocent and corruptible, save for those eyes which were drinking in your body in draughts.
He murmured back in that very low voice which hummed through your center directly on top of his hardened length, “I want to fuck your pussy so hard that you can’t stop screaming. And then when you’ve come, I want to do it again. I want you so utterly exhausted that you can’t take it anymore.” He said with a slight grin. You were willing to bet that his stillness and his calm in saying such a challenge meant that he was ready to deliver. His words sent chills down your spine, erupting fiery waves through your womanhood, and you were never more willing.
You lifted his shirt off slowly, caressing his torso with your slim fingers, noticing that he was lean and while not muscular, still very pleasing. His body spoke of a subtle strength rather than overly confident musculature. He leaned up from the floor and took the shirt off and grasped into your hair to kiss you again. This time there was something animal, something powerfully primal in the heat that he had with his thrust upward with each kiss, and as he turned you over onto your back and moaned an “auuuuuuhhhhggghhh” when you bit keenly into his bottom lip, a rumbling chuckle erupted from his chest. There were volumes of meaning behind such a laugh. He was saying everything from “mmmm that was good” to “bitch you’re going to get it now” and you were getting wetter by the second.
He started trailing kisses down your body, stopping to nibble mercilessly into your neck and earlobes, to trail back to your breasts. He rubbed sensuously into them with his face, playing with them, grasping into them, licking them, pinching your nipples, and trailing his tongue from one to the other, occasionally sucking onto them while swirling his tongue. His low voiced “mmmm” each time his mouth engulfed more of you rumbled through your skin. You curled your fingers into his scalp and reached down to pinch and rub his own nipples. He elicited something between a purr and a whimper. You had found yourself his weakness. ‘That will be useful later on’ you thought to yourself.
His lips traveled down further at a torturous pace, every once in a while looking up with those sharp eyes that spoke oceans of quelling fire and confidence. He reached your sheer panties finally and leaning up, exposing his chest better for your viewing pleasure, you lithely slithered out of them as his gaze kept yours; a few locks of hair from his formerly classy gelled hairdo hung over one eye and he bit his lip with a sigh. His face became intense and still as his hands made their way down from your torso to your legs as he exhaled deeply. He spread you open with a sharp snarling inhale as his hands slid slowly down your thighs. His fingers were hungry and his thirst for you was never clearer as he tore his eyes away from yours to marvel at your sex spread before him.
He licked those exceptional lips of his with a smile and without another thought, his mouth was on you. This had only happened to you professionally very few times. That’s not to say that no one had ever gone down on you before. However, in such a controlled setting that you were getting paid for, to be gone down on was highly unusual, and greatly appreciated. This boy however, was exquisite. He didn’t waste any time with getting accustomed to your most intimate of areas, his mouth took it as his own right away. He pressed himself fully into you and his murmurs right onto your sex were enough to make you feel like he liked this as much as you did.
You twitched uncontrollably as his tongue worked. He was highly skilled. You wondered how much he had done this before and just how popular of a pop star he was. You were soon distracted though as your hips bucked again uncontrollably and you let out a genuine moan for his efforts. He wanted you to scream he said, but you had the feeling he didn’t want you to fake it. Reading people was a very crucial part of this profession, and you knew exactly how to give him what he wanted. Before you started shouting “oh yeah baby that’s the spot” or letting out high pitched wails before he barely even touched you (like an amateur) you thought of all of the ways you could best serve his needs, and that kind of fakeness was not part of who you were as the professional you had become. Surprisingly enough, you weren’t sure if you would have to fake much tonight. You were already panting and he knew how to get your clit just right with those tongue swirls of his. For one second the words of your manager popped into your head about his possible talents, but you pushed that aside as his fingers gripped harder into your thighs, and his voice rumbled deeper into your core. You looked down and realized he had been staring all along. Your hips bucked again.
He then wickedly smirked while staying mercilessly attached to you though all you saw were his eyes, and then he turned back to working your pussy, closing them. He uttered an “auh” right before he started suckling and lapping at you as if he were eating an over-ripe peach. Taking in your juices and eventually thrusting his tongue deep into you while a finger from one of his hands took over the work on your clit.
This was really really good. He was better than the pair of lesbians you had worked with before. This boy probably has gotten a whole hell of a lot of pussy in his life. You started a rhythmic and uncontrolled twitching of your hips as he worked his tongue in and out and his fingers back and forth smoothly but with a defined pace. His free arm curled up under your leg and pushed it back up towards your torso but still maintaining the openness of your thighs. This prevented you from twitching in excess away from his mouth’s advances into you, and set you to the brink. You were now panting out moans with each thrust of his tongue and his finger picked up a dangerous pace. You felt the fire of your orgasm spreading through you.
“I’m gonna…. uuuh…” you said as your head jerked up and then back to the floor. His murmur again vibrated through the heat of his mouth and into you like his tongue and your back arched harshly as your orgasm hit. You let loose a high pitched moan as your body went rigid with the heat now erupting through you, and he rode out the waves of your orgasm still attached to your pussy with his mouth, lapping in all that you could give.
When you had finished and your whole body relaxed onto the floor, you looked to his calm half smirk as he pulled his head away, licking his lips triumphantly. ‘This boy is going to be trouble’ you couldn’t help but think.
“I like the sounds you make when you come. But that was only round one. I hope you don’t have a problem with sore vocal chords. You see,” (he wiped his lips with his fingers) “I have to be careful about losing my voice, but…” his smirk got more prominent and a clever smile formed on those dangerous lips as he said, “I might just make an exception.”
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