The Foreign Booty
Title: The Foreign Booty
Pairing: Suho/girl!Tao
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One thing never changes though: the insatiable, unsatisfying quest for The Foreign Booty.
a/n: some self-indulgent porn tbh i just wanted to imagine international playboy suho :/
listened to this on repeat haha duh
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, make it hard to leave
been around the world dont speak the language
but your booty dont need explainin
all I really need to understand is when you
Talk dirty to me
As a business tycoon, Joonmyun has been anywhere and everywhere in the world. Some places he speaks the languages, others he doesn’t -- some places he can find on a map, other places he just trusts the higher-ups to get him to and from as safely as possible.
One thing never changes though: the insatiable, unsatisfying quest for The Foreign Booty.
Sunglasses, three-piece suit with the vest and tie undone, Joonmyun’s got some sort of native martini drink in his hand, a real pineapple slice on the rim of the fancy glass. It’s hard to sip on it and grind at the same time but he’s doing a fairly impressive job, the girl in front of him bending over and pressing her ass directly into his groin. He’s been half hard all night, all the women around him wearing next to nothing, dolled up prettily, long hair flowing and he knows he’s somewhere in Brazil, but it doesn’t matter anyway because after he gets two hours of sleep tonight, he’ll be boarding his private jet to go to the next exotic location to talk time shares.
There’s a pool that he eventually gets tossed into, drink, sunglasses, cell phone -- he comes up laughing, though, cheering his chlorine-filled martini glass, the crowd around him screaming and laughing loudly.
He’s one of the best deal makers in the biz. He can attribute that to his valuable social marketing.
The best market being his smile, of course.
--
There’s a girl whispering all sorts of sinful things in Joonmyun’s ear in a gentleman’s bar in Las Vegas and Joonmyun only catches a few words, seated next to a future client who offered up the place to show Joonmyun some ‘hospitality’. Joonmyun thinks a nice restaurant would have been ok but judging by the look in this girl’s eyes there’s nothing but filth falling from her mouth and Joonmyun’s eyes are glued to her tongue when he recognizes the few curse words he learned coming from her lips.
He takes her back to his hotel, and somehow three other girls get invited, and then their friends, and soon Joonmyun’s got an orgy in his in-room jacuzzi and he’s in the center of it, leaning back against the edge of the tub, rum and coke in one hand as he tips his head back, manicured nails and petite hands roving all over his bare chest, lips on his ears, a lapful of a very, very voluptuous girl and ah, yeah.
He’ll come out on top of this deal, too.
--
He never expected that back in Korea, he’d find the most alluring girls of all. Correction: Girl. Singular. She’s got virgin black hair, never been dyed, a healthy blue sheen catching the light of the hanging lights around the pool area. She’s wearing a one piece bathing suit that barely passes as one piece at all, the only thing connecting the top and bottom halves being a thin strip of glittery gold chain. The high waist accentuates her tan legs, her long hair ghosts over the small of her back, and Joonmyun can’t pay attention to the blonde with too much lipstick that’s coyly asking him to buy her a drink. He offers a totally false smile, says ‘excuse me’, and then makes his way to the girl standing at the other side of the cheesy tiki bar.
Her eyes are feline, lined with smoke and filled with lava, and she introduces herself as Zitao and oh, that’s exotic. Chinese, a foreigner that isn’t Joonmyun for once and Joonmyun’s going to stamp her passport with something filthier than lipstick, his hand on her hip guiding her to the dance floor. She’s not wearing anything over her bikini but her red bottom heels have her almost a head taller than Joonmyun and he’s trying his best not to drool. Her hands come up and slide over his shoulders, nails dragging over the material of his button down and then she tugs on his bowtie, a sly smirk curling her lips and Joonmyun thinks, deliriously, that he’ll never leave the country again to chase booty all around the world.
Not when the booty is in his backyard.
There’s not even a deal to seal here and he finds one of his knees between hers, allowing her lithe body to use him as she please, her hair tossing over her shoulder, her gold bangles and earrings jingling and catching his attention and he can’t look away -- Zitao’s lipstick is matte, red velvet and complements her skin tone perfectly and fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Come up to my room,” she suggests, her hands sliding around Joonmyun’s waist to palm his ass, drawing him closer to her. Her accent is perfect.
Joonmyun doesn’t even verbally reply; he just starts crowding up into her to get her to walk backwards towards the hotel entrance and she laughs and the sound is kind of obnoxious but he loves it just the same. In the elevator she shoves him up against the mirrored wall and kisses him furiously, the taste of Malibu and Midori exchanging on their tongues and his hands are in her hair, trying to take control of the situation but he’s not necessarily going to complain when she comes out on top. The doors open and she pulls away, smirking, her teeth sharp and gaze dark and she tugs him by the belt loops, walking backwards as he stumbles to follow.
Her key card is pulled out of the left breast of her bathing suit and Joonmyun stands behind her, kissing over her bare shoulders, fingers toying with the ties on her hips. One pull and Zitao could be totally naked, and as soon as they’re inside and the heavy door slams behind them, that’s exactly what he does. A tug, a delighted giggle, and the black bathing suit pools at her feet.
Her body is perfect -- toned and slender and Joonmyun happily imagines her at the gym, tank top and running shorts and hair in a ponytail, drenched in sweat. He turns her around forcibly by her hips and she’s still wearing the stilettos but he doesn’t care, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair and draw her in for a ragged kiss before he tosses her onto the bed, climbing over her, a grin on his lips to match hers.
She lays out prettily and both of Joonmyun’s hands grope and squeeze at her tits, squishing them and pushing them together, making her nipples peak enough for them to be a nice mouthful when he ducks his head down. Her fingers tangle in his hair and tug and her back arches and she’s so fucking perfect, one of his hands sliding over her ribs, down her slender side, all the way to her thick thighs. He spreads her open and he can feel her heat through his slacks and he grinds against her, feeling the front of his pants get damp immediately.
“You look like the Daddy type,” she says, words accented and breathless, and Joonmyun can hear the smirk in her voice.
“I could make you say it by the end of the night,” he says, pulling off her tit with an obscene pop, smirking up at her and then pulling away, untucking his shirt and only undoing it halfway along with his bowtie before pulling the garment off his head and tossing it aside.
Zitao’s hands reach up and the flat of her palms sift over the planes of Joonmyun’s chest, down his abs, and he can see her tongue pressing against her cheek. Something else would look better pressing against her cheek…
Sitting back, his belt comes undone and then he’s got his fly open, boxers pushed down to reveal his cock. He’s already so hard, pulsing at the thought of her anywhere near it and he reaches up, tangling his fingers in her hair again -- she shifts, getting the hint, and lays on her stomach, propped up on her elbows as her mouth descends on his cock without hesitation. His head drops as his eyes roll back to his brain and then he glances down, gathering her hair in a ponytail and using his grip to force her to bob up and down. His hips rock and she shifts, getting on her knees, spine dipped and ass out. He reaches out with his free hand and slaps her ass and she pulls off his cock, moaning something in Mandarin, the nasally accent she has doing terrible things to him. She descends on him again and his whole body flushes, muscles tensing and flexing, but the blow job doesn’t last long because she starts whining and one of her hands disappears…
“Ah-ah,” Joonmyun tsks, pulling her off his cock and flipping her over with ease, crawling over her to let his cock dangle in front of her face as he extends his body to be eye-level with her dripping pussy. “Let me help.”
Her legs spread and her heels clack against the headboard and Joonmyun dips his head, licking her swollen nub first. She gasps and bucks and her fingers wrap around the base of his cock and oh God, she doesn’t have a gag reflex, swallowing down his whole length with ease and squeezing at his balls.
Concentrating on the task at hand (or mouth, if you will), his fingers move to spread her lips and he licks her flat and wide, gathering up as much juice as possible, middle finger sliding into her slickness. The mixture of his fingers and tongue has her writhing and her wetness is spreading over his chin and cheeks and almost up to his nose since he’s upside down and it’s not very graceful or clean but that’s the last thing on his mind because sixty-nine isn’t a position he comes across too often… but Zitao easily takes the cake. She bucks, he thrusts down, and then he pulls away, two fingers sliding back and forth over her clit, her moans music to his ears. Her skin is smooth and bronzed and she’s totally hairless and she slaps his ass, the action surprising him, but sending a jolt of pleasure through his body as well.
“Get off,” she mumbles finally, gripping his hips and damn, he’s pretty sure she could manhandle him if he let her. He obliges and it’s her turn to position him, letting him sit up against the headboard as her body slinks gracefully towards the night stand, pulling out a condom, a playful, beautiful glint in her eye. She rolls the condom onto his cock and he’s fisting the sheets, doing his best to not cum right there. She’s fucking perfect as she straddles his lap, riding first class on his dick, her toned body working her up and down with such finesse he’s pretty sure he’ll never be able to fuck another girl again.
Their bodies move in tandem and she laughs a few times when Joonmyun has to shift when he gets uncomfortable, but she’s a vixen and he can’t find himself any sort of mad because it’s all so intense; her hair falling over her shoulders, tits bouncing, pussy squeezing his cock. His fingers are leaving prints on her hips that her skimpy bathing suit won’t be able to hide and after a (short) while he’s grabbing her long legs and flipping her over, making her squeal mid-thrust. It’s his turn to laugh as he gets her on her hands and knees, reaching for her arms and pulling them behind her, her chest falling to the bed, face pressed into the sheets as he drills into her from behind. The sound of his hips slapping against Zitao’s ass is accompanied by the slick sounds of her wetness and she’s fucking leaking down the insides of her thighs and there’s no way she’ll be able to comfortably sleep on this bed tonight, not with all the puddles everywhere.
Leaning over her back, his teeth sink into her shoulder as he grinds deep into her, making sure every millimeter of her pussy feels every slide of his cock. She bends to his whims, she whimpers so sluttily that he almost thinks he might have to pay her after this; she’s like a fucking porn star when her torso twists, even with her arms behind her, smoky eyes locking on Joonmyun’s, slurred Mandarin being forced from her lips and he has no idea what she’s saying but he’d like to imagine it’s ‘fuck me harder’ and ‘I love your cock’. One hand holds her dainty wrists and the other presses against the back of her neck, pressing her back into the mattress as he lifts a leg to prop up on his foot, charging into her at a new angle. She’s absolutely screaming now, voice going hoarse and tears gathering in her eyes and Joonmyun’s Stroke Game is Strong at this point, and there’s no going back.
“I-- I--” she tries to tell him something in Korean but she can’t get it out and he smirks, the way her mouth is going slack and her fingers are flexing into the air giving away the fact that she’s about to come.
He leans back a little, and then slaps her ass. She cries out and closes her eyes tightly and her eyeliner is smearing on her right eye… Joonmyun reaches out with a thumb covered in her wetness and smudges her eyeliner further, making her gasp out, and then he sticks his thumb in her mouth, hooking it over her lower jaw to keep her mouth open, eyes glued to the drool that immediately pools out.
When she comes it’s explosive -- literally. The spray hits his balls first and then he’s pulling out, free hand moving to rub over her clit, encouraging the squirt, his mouth agape and brows furrowed in total awe. She really soaks through the sheets now and the wail she lets out bounces off the walls, his fingers pulling free from her mouth so she doesn’t bite them. He pulls the condom off and jerks his cock once, twice, and then cums over the backs of her thighs and the curve of her ass, creamy white mixing with her juices and oh God. He spasms a few times, all the way down to his toes, and then he flops over, so out of breath he thinks he might pass out.
He thinks she has, anyway, when he glances over and sees her collapsed against the bed away from the puddle, her breathing labored and eyes closed. Her mascara and eyeliner is smeared on one cheek but her lipstick is perfect and he grins, reaching over to brush her hair out of her face.
One smoky eye opens and Zitao smiles lazily, prettily at him, looking like a sated tiger.
“You didn’t understand a word I said,” she accuses lightly.
Joonmyun grins lopsidedly, “You can give me a vocabulary lesson in the shower.”
She laughs, throwing a pillow at him, but doesn’t negate his suggestion at all.
This Booty is a Treasure.
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Pairing: Suho/girl!Tao
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One thing never changes though: the insatiable, unsatisfying quest for The Foreign Booty.
a/n: some self-indulgent porn tbh i just wanted to imagine international playboy suho :/
listened to this on repeat haha duh
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, make it hard to leave
been around the world dont speak the language
but your booty dont need explainin
all I really need to understand is when you
Talk dirty to me
As a business tycoon, Joonmyun has been anywhere and everywhere in the world. Some places he speaks the languages, others he doesn’t -- some places he can find on a map, other places he just trusts the higher-ups to get him to and from as safely as possible.
One thing never changes though: the insatiable, unsatisfying quest for The Foreign Booty.
Sunglasses, three-piece suit with the vest and tie undone, Joonmyun’s got some sort of native martini drink in his hand, a real pineapple slice on the rim of the fancy glass. It’s hard to sip on it and grind at the same time but he’s doing a fairly impressive job, the girl in front of him bending over and pressing her ass directly into his groin. He’s been half hard all night, all the women around him wearing next to nothing, dolled up prettily, long hair flowing and he knows he’s somewhere in Brazil, but it doesn’t matter anyway because after he gets two hours of sleep tonight, he’ll be boarding his private jet to go to the next exotic location to talk time shares.
There’s a pool that he eventually gets tossed into, drink, sunglasses, cell phone -- he comes up laughing, though, cheering his chlorine-filled martini glass, the crowd around him screaming and laughing loudly.
He’s one of the best deal makers in the biz. He can attribute that to his valuable social marketing.
The best market being his smile, of course.
--
There’s a girl whispering all sorts of sinful things in Joonmyun’s ear in a gentleman’s bar in Las Vegas and Joonmyun only catches a few words, seated next to a future client who offered up the place to show Joonmyun some ‘hospitality’. Joonmyun thinks a nice restaurant would have been ok but judging by the look in this girl’s eyes there’s nothing but filth falling from her mouth and Joonmyun’s eyes are glued to her tongue when he recognizes the few curse words he learned coming from her lips.
He takes her back to his hotel, and somehow three other girls get invited, and then their friends, and soon Joonmyun’s got an orgy in his in-room jacuzzi and he’s in the center of it, leaning back against the edge of the tub, rum and coke in one hand as he tips his head back, manicured nails and petite hands roving all over his bare chest, lips on his ears, a lapful of a very, very voluptuous girl and ah, yeah.
He’ll come out on top of this deal, too.
--
He never expected that back in Korea, he’d find the most alluring girls of all. Correction: Girl. Singular. She’s got virgin black hair, never been dyed, a healthy blue sheen catching the light of the hanging lights around the pool area. She’s wearing a one piece bathing suit that barely passes as one piece at all, the only thing connecting the top and bottom halves being a thin strip of glittery gold chain. The high waist accentuates her tan legs, her long hair ghosts over the small of her back, and Joonmyun can’t pay attention to the blonde with too much lipstick that’s coyly asking him to buy her a drink. He offers a totally false smile, says ‘excuse me’, and then makes his way to the girl standing at the other side of the cheesy tiki bar.
Her eyes are feline, lined with smoke and filled with lava, and she introduces herself as Zitao and oh, that’s exotic. Chinese, a foreigner that isn’t Joonmyun for once and Joonmyun’s going to stamp her passport with something filthier than lipstick, his hand on her hip guiding her to the dance floor. She’s not wearing anything over her bikini but her red bottom heels have her almost a head taller than Joonmyun and he’s trying his best not to drool. Her hands come up and slide over his shoulders, nails dragging over the material of his button down and then she tugs on his bowtie, a sly smirk curling her lips and Joonmyun thinks, deliriously, that he’ll never leave the country again to chase booty all around the world.
Not when the booty is in his backyard.
There’s not even a deal to seal here and he finds one of his knees between hers, allowing her lithe body to use him as she please, her hair tossing over her shoulder, her gold bangles and earrings jingling and catching his attention and he can’t look away -- Zitao’s lipstick is matte, red velvet and complements her skin tone perfectly and fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Come up to my room,” she suggests, her hands sliding around Joonmyun’s waist to palm his ass, drawing him closer to her. Her accent is perfect.
Joonmyun doesn’t even verbally reply; he just starts crowding up into her to get her to walk backwards towards the hotel entrance and she laughs and the sound is kind of obnoxious but he loves it just the same. In the elevator she shoves him up against the mirrored wall and kisses him furiously, the taste of Malibu and Midori exchanging on their tongues and his hands are in her hair, trying to take control of the situation but he’s not necessarily going to complain when she comes out on top. The doors open and she pulls away, smirking, her teeth sharp and gaze dark and she tugs him by the belt loops, walking backwards as he stumbles to follow.
Her key card is pulled out of the left breast of her bathing suit and Joonmyun stands behind her, kissing over her bare shoulders, fingers toying with the ties on her hips. One pull and Zitao could be totally naked, and as soon as they’re inside and the heavy door slams behind them, that’s exactly what he does. A tug, a delighted giggle, and the black bathing suit pools at her feet.
Her body is perfect -- toned and slender and Joonmyun happily imagines her at the gym, tank top and running shorts and hair in a ponytail, drenched in sweat. He turns her around forcibly by her hips and she’s still wearing the stilettos but he doesn’t care, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair and draw her in for a ragged kiss before he tosses her onto the bed, climbing over her, a grin on his lips to match hers.
She lays out prettily and both of Joonmyun’s hands grope and squeeze at her tits, squishing them and pushing them together, making her nipples peak enough for them to be a nice mouthful when he ducks his head down. Her fingers tangle in his hair and tug and her back arches and she’s so fucking perfect, one of his hands sliding over her ribs, down her slender side, all the way to her thick thighs. He spreads her open and he can feel her heat through his slacks and he grinds against her, feeling the front of his pants get damp immediately.
“You look like the Daddy type,” she says, words accented and breathless, and Joonmyun can hear the smirk in her voice.
“I could make you say it by the end of the night,” he says, pulling off her tit with an obscene pop, smirking up at her and then pulling away, untucking his shirt and only undoing it halfway along with his bowtie before pulling the garment off his head and tossing it aside.
Zitao’s hands reach up and the flat of her palms sift over the planes of Joonmyun’s chest, down his abs, and he can see her tongue pressing against her cheek. Something else would look better pressing against her cheek…
Sitting back, his belt comes undone and then he’s got his fly open, boxers pushed down to reveal his cock. He’s already so hard, pulsing at the thought of her anywhere near it and he reaches up, tangling his fingers in her hair again -- she shifts, getting the hint, and lays on her stomach, propped up on her elbows as her mouth descends on his cock without hesitation. His head drops as his eyes roll back to his brain and then he glances down, gathering her hair in a ponytail and using his grip to force her to bob up and down. His hips rock and she shifts, getting on her knees, spine dipped and ass out. He reaches out with his free hand and slaps her ass and she pulls off his cock, moaning something in Mandarin, the nasally accent she has doing terrible things to him. She descends on him again and his whole body flushes, muscles tensing and flexing, but the blow job doesn’t last long because she starts whining and one of her hands disappears…
“Ah-ah,” Joonmyun tsks, pulling her off his cock and flipping her over with ease, crawling over her to let his cock dangle in front of her face as he extends his body to be eye-level with her dripping pussy. “Let me help.”
Her legs spread and her heels clack against the headboard and Joonmyun dips his head, licking her swollen nub first. She gasps and bucks and her fingers wrap around the base of his cock and oh God, she doesn’t have a gag reflex, swallowing down his whole length with ease and squeezing at his balls.
Concentrating on the task at hand (or mouth, if you will), his fingers move to spread her lips and he licks her flat and wide, gathering up as much juice as possible, middle finger sliding into her slickness. The mixture of his fingers and tongue has her writhing and her wetness is spreading over his chin and cheeks and almost up to his nose since he’s upside down and it’s not very graceful or clean but that’s the last thing on his mind because sixty-nine isn’t a position he comes across too often… but Zitao easily takes the cake. She bucks, he thrusts down, and then he pulls away, two fingers sliding back and forth over her clit, her moans music to his ears. Her skin is smooth and bronzed and she’s totally hairless and she slaps his ass, the action surprising him, but sending a jolt of pleasure through his body as well.
“Get off,” she mumbles finally, gripping his hips and damn, he’s pretty sure she could manhandle him if he let her. He obliges and it’s her turn to position him, letting him sit up against the headboard as her body slinks gracefully towards the night stand, pulling out a condom, a playful, beautiful glint in her eye. She rolls the condom onto his cock and he’s fisting the sheets, doing his best to not cum right there. She’s fucking perfect as she straddles his lap, riding first class on his dick, her toned body working her up and down with such finesse he’s pretty sure he’ll never be able to fuck another girl again.
Their bodies move in tandem and she laughs a few times when Joonmyun has to shift when he gets uncomfortable, but she’s a vixen and he can’t find himself any sort of mad because it’s all so intense; her hair falling over her shoulders, tits bouncing, pussy squeezing his cock. His fingers are leaving prints on her hips that her skimpy bathing suit won’t be able to hide and after a (short) while he’s grabbing her long legs and flipping her over, making her squeal mid-thrust. It’s his turn to laugh as he gets her on her hands and knees, reaching for her arms and pulling them behind her, her chest falling to the bed, face pressed into the sheets as he drills into her from behind. The sound of his hips slapping against Zitao’s ass is accompanied by the slick sounds of her wetness and she’s fucking leaking down the insides of her thighs and there’s no way she’ll be able to comfortably sleep on this bed tonight, not with all the puddles everywhere.
Leaning over her back, his teeth sink into her shoulder as he grinds deep into her, making sure every millimeter of her pussy feels every slide of his cock. She bends to his whims, she whimpers so sluttily that he almost thinks he might have to pay her after this; she’s like a fucking porn star when her torso twists, even with her arms behind her, smoky eyes locking on Joonmyun’s, slurred Mandarin being forced from her lips and he has no idea what she’s saying but he’d like to imagine it’s ‘fuck me harder’ and ‘I love your cock’. One hand holds her dainty wrists and the other presses against the back of her neck, pressing her back into the mattress as he lifts a leg to prop up on his foot, charging into her at a new angle. She’s absolutely screaming now, voice going hoarse and tears gathering in her eyes and Joonmyun’s Stroke Game is Strong at this point, and there’s no going back.
“I-- I--” she tries to tell him something in Korean but she can’t get it out and he smirks, the way her mouth is going slack and her fingers are flexing into the air giving away the fact that she’s about to come.
He leans back a little, and then slaps her ass. She cries out and closes her eyes tightly and her eyeliner is smearing on her right eye… Joonmyun reaches out with a thumb covered in her wetness and smudges her eyeliner further, making her gasp out, and then he sticks his thumb in her mouth, hooking it over her lower jaw to keep her mouth open, eyes glued to the drool that immediately pools out.
When she comes it’s explosive -- literally. The spray hits his balls first and then he’s pulling out, free hand moving to rub over her clit, encouraging the squirt, his mouth agape and brows furrowed in total awe. She really soaks through the sheets now and the wail she lets out bounces off the walls, his fingers pulling free from her mouth so she doesn’t bite them. He pulls the condom off and jerks his cock once, twice, and then cums over the backs of her thighs and the curve of her ass, creamy white mixing with her juices and oh God. He spasms a few times, all the way down to his toes, and then he flops over, so out of breath he thinks he might pass out.
He thinks she has, anyway, when he glances over and sees her collapsed against the bed away from the puddle, her breathing labored and eyes closed. Her mascara and eyeliner is smeared on one cheek but her lipstick is perfect and he grins, reaching over to brush her hair out of her face.
One smoky eye opens and Zitao smiles lazily, prettily at him, looking like a sated tiger.
“You didn’t understand a word I said,” she accuses lightly.
Joonmyun grins lopsidedly, “You can give me a vocabulary lesson in the shower.”
She laughs, throwing a pillow at him, but doesn’t negate his suggestion at all.
This Booty is a Treasure.
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