Strangers
Title: Strangers
Pairing: straight!JongKey
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This was written October of ’09. I tweaked it just a bit and now here you got it. :] Enjoy~
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Two people are connected from opposite ends of the dance floor. Neither is standing, or moving to the music. Lights flash and bathe them in a rainbow of colors, but even the brightest lights can't hide the way she's looking at him. Her plump bottom lip between her teeth, her smoldering eyes, both beckoning him to come closer. But, he's stubborn. He leans against the bar counter and licks his lips, drinking in her caramel hair, long legs, and well defined bust.
Slowly, she moves towards him. She's not even dancing, she can only focus on her destination: him. His strong jaw and fierce eyes. As she approaches she reaches out with slender fingers and traces along his jaw line, enticing his face closer to hers. It works; hook, line and sinker. She smirks seductively before pulling away and walking past, headed towards the back rooms.
He blinks, pauses for a moment, and then follows her. There is a door ajar and he takes his chance and opens it up to see her sprawled on a VIP couch, skirt hiked up to her waist and her hand in her panties.
For a moment, he's breathless. She's so beautiful, sprawled and wanton, her skin flushed an attractive pink. He takes a step closer and she drops her head back, exposing her neck. He loses it. He's on top of her in an instant, teeth and lips exploring that pale, perfect flesh as his hands roam down her sides. God, she's so fucking sexy, touching herself and arching into his touch like a good little slut.
Almost possessively, he bites her neck and she gasps, a hand twining into his hair. She brings his mouth up for a kiss and devours him, pouring her seduction as she breathes in his wits. He's lost all sense of himself, this siren taking all rational thought out of his head. Growling, he positions her roughly to lie out on the cushions, his hands on the underside of her knees as he bends the long legs towards her chest. He moves the fabric of the underwear to the side, revealing her dripping sex.
With a smirk of his own he bows his head and licks up her folds languidly, the juices sweet and tangy on his tongue. So perfect. Exquisite. Raw. He circles her clit and she bucks against him, her hands moving into his hair.
She pants, "Don't tease...", and he merely glances up with a raised brow, before he applies a deeper suction on her clit. She cries out and arches helplessly off of the couch, her thighs trembling, and he moves his lips lower to the quivering entrance. The juices are aplenty and dripping down his chin, but he's greedy, he wants more.
"Do you like it when I suck your clit?" he asks, tilting his head as if in contemplation before lifting a finger to tease the folds around her entrance. She keens in response, fingers flexing in his hair.
He allows one finger to slip into her entrance, the wet heat of it almost sucking it completely in. His pants constrict at the thought of how deliciously tight she would feel around his cock. Once again his lips meet her clit and he flicks his tongue against it, side to side, punctuated by a few sucks. Oh, she's close. Her body trembles beneath him, her breasts bouncing as she heaves in breath after breath. But, he was relentless. His free hand comes up and his thumb rubs her clit for a few seconds before he unzips his pants and frees his erection; it bobs with its hardness and he strokes it a few times to ease the almost painful arousal. She shifts, and hitches a pleasured sob, and he moves back down to taste her pussy juices once more.
She's addicting. Suck, suck, hard, soft, slow, quick. He alternates to keep her guessing.
She's writhing now, head tossing, body flushed, and he thrusts his tongue inside of her slick pussy. That's all it takes - she explodes in trembles and cries out, and he feels her cum gush into his mouth as he laps up every last drop. He stands and wipes his mouth, and she sits up, that damn smirk back on her features. Wordlessly she reaches forward to pull him closer to her by his hips, and in the next instant wet heat is around his cock. He hisses in pleasure and glances down to see her pretty lips parted in an obscene way, tongue teasing the underside of his dick.
"Fuck..." he groans, his fingers now moving to her hair, pulling it aside so he can see better. Her cheeks hollow and she applies suction, and he thrusts shallowly a few times. "You like my cock in your mouth?" His voice is gravelly, and fuck she looks good with her face full of dick. She hums in approval and he holds her in place by her hair before rocking in and out in a shallow, slow rhythm, starting to undulate in his hips.
Again she moans around his cock and it's all he can do to just not shove it down her throat; instead he picks her up and throws her face-first into the cushions, and instead of a surprised yelp he was greeted with a lusty sigh, her knees bending beneath her to raise her ass into the air to present her perfect backside to him. Licking his lips he lets a palm smooth over on cheek, giving it a light slap - it jiggled delightfully in reaction and he let out a low whistle of approval. Her ass wiggles in slight impatience and he chuckles, propping one foot on the couch and keeping the other firmly planted on the ground as he grabs the base of his cock and leads it towards her still-wet pussy.
The head of his dick slips past the folds easily, and sure enough as he pushed the rest of the way inside, it was a vice grip.
"Tight as a fuckin virgin," he breathes out, before laying himself over her back and thrusting a few times.
She whimpers and her body flexes under him, her head hanging as she breathes deeply. Pulling out almost completely he slams back into her body, jarring the small frame and bumping her head into the armrest. He straightens some and grabs a fistful of her chestnut locks, pulling her head back as she lets out a choked gasp of surprise. In turn her back bows, taut, and her pussy muscles flex and squeeze around his thrusting dick.
One hand rests on the arm of the couch to keep herself semi-upright and to alleviate some of the pressure on her hair being pulled, and the other arm swings around so her hand can grip his narrow hips, encouraging him to go harder, faster, deeper. Curse words and moans fell from her parted lips, eyes closed in ecstasy; all he could see were her ass cheeks jiggling with the force of his thrusts, and how they seemed to jolt up her spine like a bolt of electricity.
Pausing in his movements, he throws her down and roughly flips her over, lifting one of her legs to drape over the back of the sofa, and pushing the other one out to the side. He continues to pound into her relentlessly, satisfied with the way her breasts were bouncing and circling with his brutal force. Like a wanton whore she bucks against him, the sound of their flesh slapping against each other filling up the room alongside their pants and moans.
It doesn't take much longer. He feels it start in the tips of his toes and the roots of his hair. His skin is alive and every cell is dancing with their own little mini orgasm as the arousal pools in the base of his cock; his balls constrict and he feels that entire heat gush forward and pulse out, spurts and waves of cum and dear God his head was swimming with the intense feelings.
For a moment they breathe, and he pulls out of her and smiles, this time gently.
"Well, that was enjoyable," he says, chuckling and leaning down to kiss her tenderly.
"It was, we should do this more often," she agrees, giggling as he helps her sit up. He assists in the proper arrangement of her clothes and then fixes his own disheveled self before he stands and helps his beautiful wife up. "I never thought I'd be into roleplaying."
He shrugs, "You never know until you try."
They lace hands as they exit the room, and the bar altogether.
"It was kinda tame, though. Do you think next time I can be a maid and you can be my Master?" she asks, her voice borderline hopeful as they start the trek to their car.
He chuckles, "I think we could work something like that out, babe."
Their matching wedding bands flashed in the moonlight before they disappeared into their car and drove off into the night.
Pairing: straight!JongKey
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This was written October of ’09. I tweaked it just a bit and now here you got it. :] Enjoy~
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Two people are connected from opposite ends of the dance floor. Neither is standing, or moving to the music. Lights flash and bathe them in a rainbow of colors, but even the brightest lights can't hide the way she's looking at him. Her plump bottom lip between her teeth, her smoldering eyes, both beckoning him to come closer. But, he's stubborn. He leans against the bar counter and licks his lips, drinking in her caramel hair, long legs, and well defined bust.
Slowly, she moves towards him. She's not even dancing, she can only focus on her destination: him. His strong jaw and fierce eyes. As she approaches she reaches out with slender fingers and traces along his jaw line, enticing his face closer to hers. It works; hook, line and sinker. She smirks seductively before pulling away and walking past, headed towards the back rooms.
He blinks, pauses for a moment, and then follows her. There is a door ajar and he takes his chance and opens it up to see her sprawled on a VIP couch, skirt hiked up to her waist and her hand in her panties.
For a moment, he's breathless. She's so beautiful, sprawled and wanton, her skin flushed an attractive pink. He takes a step closer and she drops her head back, exposing her neck. He loses it. He's on top of her in an instant, teeth and lips exploring that pale, perfect flesh as his hands roam down her sides. God, she's so fucking sexy, touching herself and arching into his touch like a good little slut.
Almost possessively, he bites her neck and she gasps, a hand twining into his hair. She brings his mouth up for a kiss and devours him, pouring her seduction as she breathes in his wits. He's lost all sense of himself, this siren taking all rational thought out of his head. Growling, he positions her roughly to lie out on the cushions, his hands on the underside of her knees as he bends the long legs towards her chest. He moves the fabric of the underwear to the side, revealing her dripping sex.
With a smirk of his own he bows his head and licks up her folds languidly, the juices sweet and tangy on his tongue. So perfect. Exquisite. Raw. He circles her clit and she bucks against him, her hands moving into his hair.
She pants, "Don't tease...", and he merely glances up with a raised brow, before he applies a deeper suction on her clit. She cries out and arches helplessly off of the couch, her thighs trembling, and he moves his lips lower to the quivering entrance. The juices are aplenty and dripping down his chin, but he's greedy, he wants more.
"Do you like it when I suck your clit?" he asks, tilting his head as if in contemplation before lifting a finger to tease the folds around her entrance. She keens in response, fingers flexing in his hair.
He allows one finger to slip into her entrance, the wet heat of it almost sucking it completely in. His pants constrict at the thought of how deliciously tight she would feel around his cock. Once again his lips meet her clit and he flicks his tongue against it, side to side, punctuated by a few sucks. Oh, she's close. Her body trembles beneath him, her breasts bouncing as she heaves in breath after breath. But, he was relentless. His free hand comes up and his thumb rubs her clit for a few seconds before he unzips his pants and frees his erection; it bobs with its hardness and he strokes it a few times to ease the almost painful arousal. She shifts, and hitches a pleasured sob, and he moves back down to taste her pussy juices once more.
She's addicting. Suck, suck, hard, soft, slow, quick. He alternates to keep her guessing.
She's writhing now, head tossing, body flushed, and he thrusts his tongue inside of her slick pussy. That's all it takes - she explodes in trembles and cries out, and he feels her cum gush into his mouth as he laps up every last drop. He stands and wipes his mouth, and she sits up, that damn smirk back on her features. Wordlessly she reaches forward to pull him closer to her by his hips, and in the next instant wet heat is around his cock. He hisses in pleasure and glances down to see her pretty lips parted in an obscene way, tongue teasing the underside of his dick.
"Fuck..." he groans, his fingers now moving to her hair, pulling it aside so he can see better. Her cheeks hollow and she applies suction, and he thrusts shallowly a few times. "You like my cock in your mouth?" His voice is gravelly, and fuck she looks good with her face full of dick. She hums in approval and he holds her in place by her hair before rocking in and out in a shallow, slow rhythm, starting to undulate in his hips.
Again she moans around his cock and it's all he can do to just not shove it down her throat; instead he picks her up and throws her face-first into the cushions, and instead of a surprised yelp he was greeted with a lusty sigh, her knees bending beneath her to raise her ass into the air to present her perfect backside to him. Licking his lips he lets a palm smooth over on cheek, giving it a light slap - it jiggled delightfully in reaction and he let out a low whistle of approval. Her ass wiggles in slight impatience and he chuckles, propping one foot on the couch and keeping the other firmly planted on the ground as he grabs the base of his cock and leads it towards her still-wet pussy.
The head of his dick slips past the folds easily, and sure enough as he pushed the rest of the way inside, it was a vice grip.
"Tight as a fuckin virgin," he breathes out, before laying himself over her back and thrusting a few times.
She whimpers and her body flexes under him, her head hanging as she breathes deeply. Pulling out almost completely he slams back into her body, jarring the small frame and bumping her head into the armrest. He straightens some and grabs a fistful of her chestnut locks, pulling her head back as she lets out a choked gasp of surprise. In turn her back bows, taut, and her pussy muscles flex and squeeze around his thrusting dick.
One hand rests on the arm of the couch to keep herself semi-upright and to alleviate some of the pressure on her hair being pulled, and the other arm swings around so her hand can grip his narrow hips, encouraging him to go harder, faster, deeper. Curse words and moans fell from her parted lips, eyes closed in ecstasy; all he could see were her ass cheeks jiggling with the force of his thrusts, and how they seemed to jolt up her spine like a bolt of electricity.
Pausing in his movements, he throws her down and roughly flips her over, lifting one of her legs to drape over the back of the sofa, and pushing the other one out to the side. He continues to pound into her relentlessly, satisfied with the way her breasts were bouncing and circling with his brutal force. Like a wanton whore she bucks against him, the sound of their flesh slapping against each other filling up the room alongside their pants and moans.
It doesn't take much longer. He feels it start in the tips of his toes and the roots of his hair. His skin is alive and every cell is dancing with their own little mini orgasm as the arousal pools in the base of his cock; his balls constrict and he feels that entire heat gush forward and pulse out, spurts and waves of cum and dear God his head was swimming with the intense feelings.
For a moment they breathe, and he pulls out of her and smiles, this time gently.
"Well, that was enjoyable," he says, chuckling and leaning down to kiss her tenderly.
"It was, we should do this more often," she agrees, giggling as he helps her sit up. He assists in the proper arrangement of her clothes and then fixes his own disheveled self before he stands and helps his beautiful wife up. "I never thought I'd be into roleplaying."
He shrugs, "You never know until you try."
They lace hands as they exit the room, and the bar altogether.
"It was kinda tame, though. Do you think next time I can be a maid and you can be my Master?" she asks, her voice borderline hopeful as they start the trek to their car.
He chuckles, "I think we could work something like that out, babe."
Their matching wedding bands flashed in the moonlight before they disappeared into their car and drove off into the night.