The Client: Chapter Nine- Conclusion
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.
After a few seconds as you both regained your breath, you were suddenly pushed onto your back creating a shot of pressure in your ass because of the beads, and before you had time to think, two gloved fingers were thrust into your mouth. You tasted your own juices on the warm leather, moaning onto the forceful digits as you couldn’t help but encircle them with your warm lips and a hungry tongue. Suddenly, they left the embrace of your mouth to find the embrace of your pussy. Without a hint of hesitation those two gloved fingers thrust ruthlessly into you over, and over,
…and over.
It felt so hot that you nearly screamed. Instead a stream of explosive curses burst from your mouth along with frantic breaths and ravenous moans.
“That’s my girl,” Seunghyun said with another wicked thrust up into you. Each insertion of his fingers pressed the beads harshly against your insides. It was quite the sight. Seunghyun couldn’t help suppressing a few “augh”s with each thrust into your prostrate body. Your hands, cuffed and immobilized under your back forced your breasts into the air, your whole frame now twitching and jerking as a stream of “auhh”s and “mmffmm”s came as forcefully as his fingers.
A gasp as he pulled out from your pussy was suddenly caught in your throat, neck wrenched by an unyielding, leather clad grip. He lifted you by the neck off of the bed, choking the moan out of you for the briefest of moments as he brought you to his lips.
“Pleasure and pain remember?”
He bit sharply into your lip as you whimpered at the feeling. He then assaulted your mouth as you burned with white heat.
As you continued making out, mouths deeply invested in the feeling of the other’s force, his leather gloved hands smoothed their way down your shoulders, caressing their way down your arms, finally stopping at your confined wrists.
“How are we doing?” his low voice said while placing light kisses all along your lips, jawline and neck.
“What do you think?” you shot back with a flick of your tongue up his lips.
An “mmmmm” low and voracious hummed through your lips from his. One hand reached up to remove the blindfold, the other sliding down to the small of your back to unlock the cuffs with the keys he had apparently gotten off of the side table. When he undid one of the cuffs, freeing your arms, his eyes swam into view once more. Not surprisingly, the dark fire you had seen all night remained. Without even taking the time to worry about the other cuff, still tightly attached to your wrist, your hands came up to his face, pulling his lips to yours.
Just like your first kiss on the couch which seemed like a world away from the dark, quiet embrace of the room you were in, you rolled him over and climbed on top of him. You began by snaking your legs around his and rearing up so he could see that it was your time to take control once again. This time when he was hard for the second time, his eyes gave away his want. Your smirked inwardly. He knew what was coming and just how good you could make him feel. It seemed that his lips were as anxious as his twitching cock was for you.
“Tsk tsk tsk Seunghyun… you thought you could teach me about pleasure and pain?” After you undid your one wrist from the handcuffs, chucking them to the floor, your hands smoothed their way up his clenching stomach, heaving pecs and embraced his taut neck while your warm fingers snaked into his scalp. “That was adorable,” A dark sneer shimmered in your face, eyes burning into his. He let out a pent up breath, revealing his frustration and his desire. He hissed vehemently when those fingers suddenly clawed their way back down again. Your nails dug harshly into the skin, fiercely making their path, red and raw down his once unmarred skin; you were positively ruthless in your assault. His cock twitched again as he let out a pained groan laced with the heat of his throat.
Before he could even react, you continued your merciless assault on his flesh, hot to the touch and twitching in harmonious agony. He moaned long and low as your fingers made their progression. Finally, you couldn't resist one last rip down the length of his firm thighs, and that was all it took before he ripped his head back into the pillow beneath him with a roar. As if that was enough, you could see the long red trails of your fingers tarnishing his flawless skin, and they looked too enticing to deny. Finding the end of one close to his belly button, your tongue ventured onto the expanse of his assaulted skin, massaging a line soft and hot up his abused body until you found his neck. Your version of pleasure and pain this time had him reeling in a sea of pleasure, and he couldn’t bring himself to right his head from when he reared back. What an offering.
You evilly snaked up to his neck with your tongue taking the lead, and made your move. A subtle growl moaned its way from your chest into the hot skin, feeling the ropes of his tensed veins under your tongue. By this point your client was positively lost. In a matter of seconds you had him, turning the tables on your client- previously in complete power, domineering and leather-clad, now a fucking mewling mes under your mouth’s control.
“Goddammit….hughhh…..” he panted, bringing his useless arms to your hair, keeping your head in place with unresponsive fingers. He couldn’t think- he was utterly under your spell once more and God did it feel amazing.
Eventually he pulled your face away and found some semblance of coherency, looking into your eyes as if he was coming down from a high. His eyes were glazed with pleasure and his lips hung slightly parted, panting underneath yours.
You grabbed a condom from the bedside table, one of the ribbed ones, and brought the little package to your lips. His hand came up and stopped you, pulling your face closer to his with the little package in between your lips. He leaned up and took the other edge in his teeth and with a slight jerk of his head to one side; he ripped the package open, smiling as he came back down onto the pillow. He looked too fucking sexy with that little smirk he had playing across his lips, while the small piece of the condom package remained between his teeth. He reared to one side, spitting it out as you took the condom and rolled it onto his length, harder than before, and dripping pre-cum in a small rivulet down his shaft. His hips bucked in impatience and his eyebrows furrowed seriously, his ache to be inside you as obvious as his erection.
As you took your sweet time rolling the condom on inch by terrible inch, you let out a singsong whisper,
“Patience…”
He groaned in utter agony. With a pleading stare he looked into your eyes, completely putting you off guard, his gaze was was vulnerable and sensual at the same time, saying in the plainest way he could, “please.”
How could you refuse such a need as his?
You caressed your way to his face once more, pausing at just the last moment, millimeters from his waiting mouth, eyes locked and breath shallow onto his starving lips,
waiting…. hoping…. aching….
And as your lips found his, you let the tip of his cock slide slowly into your pussy. He bucked his mouth up into yours in unison with his hips and a sigh fluttered into your mouth. You rode him slow, clenching around his length, loving both the feel of the ribs against your walls as well as the feeling of being simultaneously full from the beads. You locked lips and slowly discovered the inside of his mouth as he did yours as if it were the first time.
Passion was the word pulsing through your bodies. It was with passion that you rocked in unison, small gasps spilling from both of your lips as your clenches onto his thick cock made his eyebrows tense, and his eyes shut tighter with each thrust into your hole. His hands caressed all along your neck and back, pausing to massage your breasts and then to explore your ass. Your hands were perfectly fine resting on his skin where they were; one hand used his neck as an anchor, fingers pressed into the skin, hungry yet controlled, your other around his hip, loving the feeling of his body’s muscle as he tensed and thrust upward. It was slow and calculated, the two of you let the heat spread through the experience like a ripple in water. Your legs would shoot heat from your center all the way to your knees with each slow thrust, and a small yet rapidly growing warmth started pooling in the pit of your client’s stomach.
Angling yourself as your thrusts began increasing in their intensity, you started creating small circles with your hips, bouncing with ease on his rock hard shaft. Your client groaned in ecstasy and you wrenched his head back by the hair to have one more attack on his bobbing Adam’s apple. Your tender swipe, up his neck, to his jaw and finally back to his lips was literally all he could take.
It was now his turn. He flipped you onto your back, securing his assault into your blessedly warm heat, dripping and twitching for more. He brought your hands above your head and your fingers interlocked as his pace picked up.
His torso rocked fluidly into yours, each thrust causing your soft breasts to ripple up into his anxiously waiting chest, hard nipples caressing your skin like pearls. Your lips began a rhythm, white hot and hungry, teeth tongue and skin enmeshed into a final dance of frantic thirst. You craved him and he craved you. Each thrust was one step closer over the edge, pushing the beads hard into your ass and the ribs harder and harder into your spot. Finally his thrusts became the definition of force and intensity.
Screaming your moans into his, he thrust again and again and again until finally, pushing you until you could take no more, you felt your orgasm crash through you like a blazing storm overhead. Your head tore to the side as your mouth froze in a silent scream, eyes shut tight, as you clenched wildly onto his throbbing cock, pistoning with fury into you. He himself began the death throes of his orgasm. His shoulders began twitching on the edge; his face was contorted and conflicted in delicious bliss until he could finally take no more- giving himself over to the rapture of his climax.
An eternity passed, as both of you stayed where you were, frozen in this moment of time. After what seemed like forever, Seunghyun pulled out, spent and drained to the point of exhaustion. He slowly pulled off the condom and threw it out, closed your legs and got off of the bed. You quickly relieved yourself of the beads and put them away to be dealt with later. You got off of the bed slowly, making your way to your dresser with purpose, feeling the fatigue wash over your legs which now felt like iron. This was a night for the ages. You would remember the day this client came into your life.
As you loosely wrapped yourself in a dark silk night robe, you lit a cigarette from the dresser and took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs sharply. Your client found his pants and with what looked like extreme lethargy, he slowly got the jeans on, one leg at a time, showing one last delicious look at his tight ass, and finally zipped himself up. He turned in those perfectly tight jeans, in all his shirtless glory, wiping the last clinging remnants of the wax you had poured on him from before from his skin. A smirk played across his lips looking down at your handiwork. His chest was red and scratched, abused and soiled with wax and the passion of that night, and he couldn't have been happier about it. He looked up, hair a delightfully disheveled mess and walked over to you as you let out a drag of smoke from your battered lips.
His arm wrapped around the small of your back and while pulling you to himself, he took the cigarette from your lips. Taking a long drag of it himself, he kissed you sensually before letting the smoke breathe into your mouth. You pulled away, letting the drag free from your lips in a long exhale and found his lips once more. His hands found your ass, being careful not to burn you with the cigarette as yours encircled his neck. One final exchange of warm passion, tainted with the beautiful sins of your experiences together and the taste of smoke was all it took before he pulled away, giving your eyes one final glare.
Those eyes would stick with you. The scratches and the marks would fade, but his eyes would be written on your soul forever.
He turned and walked towards the door of the little room, turning once more with cigarette in hand and said, “You were exquisite my darling. You will certainly be hearing from me again. That's a promise.”
“Goodnight Seunghyun.” You returned with a knowing smile. Those words were spoken in your head from the first time your lips had touched. You knew he would be back. You were just that confident.
Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Conclusion
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.
After a few seconds as you both regained your breath, you were suddenly pushed onto your back creating a shot of pressure in your ass because of the beads, and before you had time to think, two gloved fingers were thrust into your mouth. You tasted your own juices on the warm leather, moaning onto the forceful digits as you couldn’t help but encircle them with your warm lips and a hungry tongue. Suddenly, they left the embrace of your mouth to find the embrace of your pussy. Without a hint of hesitation those two gloved fingers thrust ruthlessly into you over, and over,
…and over.
It felt so hot that you nearly screamed. Instead a stream of explosive curses burst from your mouth along with frantic breaths and ravenous moans.
“That’s my girl,” Seunghyun said with another wicked thrust up into you. Each insertion of his fingers pressed the beads harshly against your insides. It was quite the sight. Seunghyun couldn’t help suppressing a few “augh”s with each thrust into your prostrate body. Your hands, cuffed and immobilized under your back forced your breasts into the air, your whole frame now twitching and jerking as a stream of “auhh”s and “mmffmm”s came as forcefully as his fingers.
A gasp as he pulled out from your pussy was suddenly caught in your throat, neck wrenched by an unyielding, leather clad grip. He lifted you by the neck off of the bed, choking the moan out of you for the briefest of moments as he brought you to his lips.
“Pleasure and pain remember?”
He bit sharply into your lip as you whimpered at the feeling. He then assaulted your mouth as you burned with white heat.
As you continued making out, mouths deeply invested in the feeling of the other’s force, his leather gloved hands smoothed their way down your shoulders, caressing their way down your arms, finally stopping at your confined wrists.
“How are we doing?” his low voice said while placing light kisses all along your lips, jawline and neck.
“What do you think?” you shot back with a flick of your tongue up his lips.
An “mmmmm” low and voracious hummed through your lips from his. One hand reached up to remove the blindfold, the other sliding down to the small of your back to unlock the cuffs with the keys he had apparently gotten off of the side table. When he undid one of the cuffs, freeing your arms, his eyes swam into view once more. Not surprisingly, the dark fire you had seen all night remained. Without even taking the time to worry about the other cuff, still tightly attached to your wrist, your hands came up to his face, pulling his lips to yours.
Just like your first kiss on the couch which seemed like a world away from the dark, quiet embrace of the room you were in, you rolled him over and climbed on top of him. You began by snaking your legs around his and rearing up so he could see that it was your time to take control once again. This time when he was hard for the second time, his eyes gave away his want. Your smirked inwardly. He knew what was coming and just how good you could make him feel. It seemed that his lips were as anxious as his twitching cock was for you.
“Tsk tsk tsk Seunghyun… you thought you could teach me about pleasure and pain?” After you undid your one wrist from the handcuffs, chucking them to the floor, your hands smoothed their way up his clenching stomach, heaving pecs and embraced his taut neck while your warm fingers snaked into his scalp. “That was adorable,” A dark sneer shimmered in your face, eyes burning into his. He let out a pent up breath, revealing his frustration and his desire. He hissed vehemently when those fingers suddenly clawed their way back down again. Your nails dug harshly into the skin, fiercely making their path, red and raw down his once unmarred skin; you were positively ruthless in your assault. His cock twitched again as he let out a pained groan laced with the heat of his throat.
Before he could even react, you continued your merciless assault on his flesh, hot to the touch and twitching in harmonious agony. He moaned long and low as your fingers made their progression. Finally, you couldn't resist one last rip down the length of his firm thighs, and that was all it took before he ripped his head back into the pillow beneath him with a roar. As if that was enough, you could see the long red trails of your fingers tarnishing his flawless skin, and they looked too enticing to deny. Finding the end of one close to his belly button, your tongue ventured onto the expanse of his assaulted skin, massaging a line soft and hot up his abused body until you found his neck. Your version of pleasure and pain this time had him reeling in a sea of pleasure, and he couldn’t bring himself to right his head from when he reared back. What an offering.
You evilly snaked up to his neck with your tongue taking the lead, and made your move. A subtle growl moaned its way from your chest into the hot skin, feeling the ropes of his tensed veins under your tongue. By this point your client was positively lost. In a matter of seconds you had him, turning the tables on your client- previously in complete power, domineering and leather-clad, now a fucking mewling mes under your mouth’s control.
“Goddammit….hughhh…..” he panted, bringing his useless arms to your hair, keeping your head in place with unresponsive fingers. He couldn’t think- he was utterly under your spell once more and God did it feel amazing.
Eventually he pulled your face away and found some semblance of coherency, looking into your eyes as if he was coming down from a high. His eyes were glazed with pleasure and his lips hung slightly parted, panting underneath yours.
You grabbed a condom from the bedside table, one of the ribbed ones, and brought the little package to your lips. His hand came up and stopped you, pulling your face closer to his with the little package in between your lips. He leaned up and took the other edge in his teeth and with a slight jerk of his head to one side; he ripped the package open, smiling as he came back down onto the pillow. He looked too fucking sexy with that little smirk he had playing across his lips, while the small piece of the condom package remained between his teeth. He reared to one side, spitting it out as you took the condom and rolled it onto his length, harder than before, and dripping pre-cum in a small rivulet down his shaft. His hips bucked in impatience and his eyebrows furrowed seriously, his ache to be inside you as obvious as his erection.
As you took your sweet time rolling the condom on inch by terrible inch, you let out a singsong whisper,
“Patience…”
He groaned in utter agony. With a pleading stare he looked into your eyes, completely putting you off guard, his gaze was was vulnerable and sensual at the same time, saying in the plainest way he could, “please.”
How could you refuse such a need as his?
You caressed your way to his face once more, pausing at just the last moment, millimeters from his waiting mouth, eyes locked and breath shallow onto his starving lips,
waiting…. hoping…. aching….
And as your lips found his, you let the tip of his cock slide slowly into your pussy. He bucked his mouth up into yours in unison with his hips and a sigh fluttered into your mouth. You rode him slow, clenching around his length, loving both the feel of the ribs against your walls as well as the feeling of being simultaneously full from the beads. You locked lips and slowly discovered the inside of his mouth as he did yours as if it were the first time.
Passion was the word pulsing through your bodies. It was with passion that you rocked in unison, small gasps spilling from both of your lips as your clenches onto his thick cock made his eyebrows tense, and his eyes shut tighter with each thrust into your hole. His hands caressed all along your neck and back, pausing to massage your breasts and then to explore your ass. Your hands were perfectly fine resting on his skin where they were; one hand used his neck as an anchor, fingers pressed into the skin, hungry yet controlled, your other around his hip, loving the feeling of his body’s muscle as he tensed and thrust upward. It was slow and calculated, the two of you let the heat spread through the experience like a ripple in water. Your legs would shoot heat from your center all the way to your knees with each slow thrust, and a small yet rapidly growing warmth started pooling in the pit of your client’s stomach.
Angling yourself as your thrusts began increasing in their intensity, you started creating small circles with your hips, bouncing with ease on his rock hard shaft. Your client groaned in ecstasy and you wrenched his head back by the hair to have one more attack on his bobbing Adam’s apple. Your tender swipe, up his neck, to his jaw and finally back to his lips was literally all he could take.
It was now his turn. He flipped you onto your back, securing his assault into your blessedly warm heat, dripping and twitching for more. He brought your hands above your head and your fingers interlocked as his pace picked up.
His torso rocked fluidly into yours, each thrust causing your soft breasts to ripple up into his anxiously waiting chest, hard nipples caressing your skin like pearls. Your lips began a rhythm, white hot and hungry, teeth tongue and skin enmeshed into a final dance of frantic thirst. You craved him and he craved you. Each thrust was one step closer over the edge, pushing the beads hard into your ass and the ribs harder and harder into your spot. Finally his thrusts became the definition of force and intensity.
Screaming your moans into his, he thrust again and again and again until finally, pushing you until you could take no more, you felt your orgasm crash through you like a blazing storm overhead. Your head tore to the side as your mouth froze in a silent scream, eyes shut tight, as you clenched wildly onto his throbbing cock, pistoning with fury into you. He himself began the death throes of his orgasm. His shoulders began twitching on the edge; his face was contorted and conflicted in delicious bliss until he could finally take no more- giving himself over to the rapture of his climax.
An eternity passed, as both of you stayed where you were, frozen in this moment of time. After what seemed like forever, Seunghyun pulled out, spent and drained to the point of exhaustion. He slowly pulled off the condom and threw it out, closed your legs and got off of the bed. You quickly relieved yourself of the beads and put them away to be dealt with later. You got off of the bed slowly, making your way to your dresser with purpose, feeling the fatigue wash over your legs which now felt like iron. This was a night for the ages. You would remember the day this client came into your life.
As you loosely wrapped yourself in a dark silk night robe, you lit a cigarette from the dresser and took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs sharply. Your client found his pants and with what looked like extreme lethargy, he slowly got the jeans on, one leg at a time, showing one last delicious look at his tight ass, and finally zipped himself up. He turned in those perfectly tight jeans, in all his shirtless glory, wiping the last clinging remnants of the wax you had poured on him from before from his skin. A smirk played across his lips looking down at your handiwork. His chest was red and scratched, abused and soiled with wax and the passion of that night, and he couldn't have been happier about it. He looked up, hair a delightfully disheveled mess and walked over to you as you let out a drag of smoke from your battered lips.
His arm wrapped around the small of your back and while pulling you to himself, he took the cigarette from your lips. Taking a long drag of it himself, he kissed you sensually before letting the smoke breathe into your mouth. You pulled away, letting the drag free from your lips in a long exhale and found his lips once more. His hands found your ass, being careful not to burn you with the cigarette as yours encircled his neck. One final exchange of warm passion, tainted with the beautiful sins of your experiences together and the taste of smoke was all it took before he pulled away, giving your eyes one final glare.
Those eyes would stick with you. The scratches and the marks would fade, but his eyes would be written on your soul forever.
He turned and walked towards the door of the little room, turning once more with cigarette in hand and said, “You were exquisite my darling. You will certainly be hearing from me again. That's a promise.”
“Goodnight Seunghyun.” You returned with a knowing smile. Those words were spoken in your head from the first time your lips had touched. You knew he would be back. You were just that confident.
Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Conclusion