Office
She could not believe that she let him talk her into this. Chaerin wondered if she was on drugs when she agreed to go to a club with him. Looking in the mirror for the millionth time, wondering if her outfit was good enough to go with Seungri of Big Bang. Chaerin frowned at her reflection. Did it matter if he was famous? So was she, for goodness sake. The baddest female worried about what he might think? Checking herself in the mirror for the last time, she assured herself that she looked just fine and stepped out of the house. She was finally legal after all, time to get the party started.
A strip club. Chaerin was prepared for anything but this. Was she even allowed in such a place in the first place? It hardly mattered now that she was looking at girls who had money stuffed in their underwear, and prancing around the place in heels that can break every bone in your body if you trip and fell in them. She turned her head to glance at Seungri who seemed to be drinking in the atmosphere of booze, sex and neon lights. Chaerin was going to get no complaints from him obviously.
Seungri led the birthday girl up to the second level where the VIPs were and had a table to themselves, overlooking the strip club. The place was gaudy at it’s best, with half naked girls dressed according to themes parading around and sticking their assets out to get more cash. Neon lights outlined the podium with random poles erected and girls were gyrating their hips against the poles very suggestively. Chaerin looked more uncomfortable as seconds ticked by.
“Here, take a drink and loosen up a little.” Seungri pushed a shot towards her, daring her to take it. She downed it without a single hesitation. It’s was more of an ego thing for her rather than the need to feel better. There was no way she was going to turn down a dare issued by him. Chaerin squinted her eyes as she felt the burning sensation travel down the throat and settled itself in the pit of her stomach.
She finally had the guts to speak. She had a feeling that she borrowed some of the courage from her drink earlier. “I can loosen up, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be as loose as them.”
Seungri chuckled. “If you can still say something like that, you’re still uptight.” He got up from his seat and took her by the hand, leading her to the railings that overlooked the club but not before he’d made sure that she’s had another drink or two.
Chaerin gasped at the sight before her. Girls in underwear that were barely there, in tops that covered absolutely nothing.
“Look at the way they dance, it’s like they’re inviting you to give them a taste.” His breath hot on her neck, sending shivers raking through her body and her mind was starting to get a little hazy. Damning her low tolerance to hell. She should have learnt how to drink before coming to a club with a guy. Chaerin knew that she had to stop, she had to put an end to something before it started.
“Of course they have to dance like that, they have to earn a living after all.” Chaerin finally found her voice, sending a silent prayer to thank God for returning her vocals back to her.
Seungri tsked at her. “You’re not understanding the concept here.” He pressed his body against her, causing her to arch her back in order to fit him better. Her ass pressed against this groin. Heaven personified.
“Look at the way they’re moving,” turning her head to see what he was seeing. “The way they move, shows how well they know their body.”
Chaerin looked, which proved to be a big mistake for Seungri as he felt her moving to the same beat as the stripper performing at the moment. Continuously brushing against him. He couldn’t help himself as he found his hips swaying along with hers, pulling her closer with the need to feel her closer.
Chaerin stopped short when she saw the stripper flashing her breast for men to grope them. Suddenly feeling disgusted with herself for letting herself go, she walked away from the railings, leaving a slightly confused Seungri in her wake as she got herself another drink. Seungri was seated with her a moment later, turning a nice sensual moment into a dreadfully awkward one.
“I dare you to do something like that.” Seungri said out of the blue, half expected to have a drink thrown in his face and the other half was for her to slap him. None of which happened. Chaerin did have a drink in her hand, ready to splash it at him but she decided otherwise. Chaerin gave him a smirk worthy of being the baddest female and finished the drink in one shot. She took his hand and they left the strip club.
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The cab driver threw them a dirty look as they fumbled out of the vehicle. Drunk and horny as hell. Seungri’s pants were unbuckled and falling off. His belt was probably in the cab, or the club. Who knows? Neither one of them cared as they entered the building, struggling to get into the lift while they were fervently kissing each other. Not letting go for a second, as if they would expire if they did. Seungri punched a random button on the lift, hoping that it was the level of his dorm.
They stumbled out as the lift opened up, realising that they were not at their dorms when all they saw were offices. They went on doing what they were doing. It was not like they cared where they were at this point of time. Seungri’s pants were already at his ankles. Chaerin finally broke the kiss and opened one of the doors that led to an office. She pushed Seungri down so that he laid flat against the desk and she climbed on top of him.
“You wanted me to move?” Chaerin’s voice was thick and husky with lust. Slowly, she climbed off the desk and kneeled in between his knees, his hardened member sticking out proudly under his boxers. Chaerin peeled his underwear off, relishing in the sight of her new prize. The look that Seungri gave her as she gave him a glance nearly threw her off. A look that said that if she didn’t hurry soon, he would die waiting.
She ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his manhood all the way up, smirking when she heard him take a sharp breath, catching him off guard when the warmth of her mouth enveloped him. His knuckles turned white with the death grip he had on the desk as she sucked him. His hips moved at the same pace as her mouth, greedy for the wet heat that welcomed him with every thrust. He could feel her vibrating around him as she moaned. His hips jerked as he felt her nails scraping the sensitive skin in between his scrotum and his rear. Chaerin knew he was close when his breaths became shorter, with his hands in her hair and pushing himself into her. Chaerin nearly gagged when he came in her mouth which she quickly swallowed, her eyes squinting in the bitter aftertaste.
Chaerin let out a small whimper when he crushed his lips on hers. Hard and hot and it spelled pure want. His hands on her ass, supporting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Seungri set her down on the desk where he previously was. She pulled him down with her as her back hit the desk, not letting go of his shirt while she used her legs to pull him closer to her.
“You’re still dressed.” Seungri said as he broke the kiss. She giggled in reply, tugging at his shirt to take it off while he attacked her pants. Seungri pulled off her pants with a force that made her hips jerk towards him.
Chaerin bit down a moan as she felt him at her entrance probing her, moving in inch by inch. Her fingers digging into his hips in a futile attempt to make him move, gasping when he pulled away from her, making her eyes tear from the loss of contact where she needed him the most.
“Beg for it.” His breath hot on her neck, turning her on even more.
“Please…” That was all he needed as he thrust into her without warning, causing her to let out a small yelp. He quickly found his rhythm as he pounded into her, her hips moving along his to meet every thrust. The office was eerily silent except for the echoes of skin slapping skin, making Chaerin go insane with pleasure as the walls resounded back with her own moans.
She felt something building at the pit of her stomach, escalating at every thrust. Her nails ran down his back, leaving red angry marks but he didn’t care. Chaerin bit down on his shoulder as her orgasm came crashin like a car losing control, and it kept on going as Seungri kept moving until he shuddered and came in her for the second time.
Seungri slumped against her with him still inside of her but she didn’t seem to mind as she cradled his head in her chest. Chaerin was about to pull him in for another kiss when the door opened. Seungri quickly stood up and covered Chaerin with his body, his shoulders slumped in relief when he realised that it was Jiyong.
“We haven’t shifted in and you’re already using YG’s office?” Jiyong said as he made himself comfortable on the sofa. “If I knew you guys were going to dirty the place I would have come with and joined in the fun.”
“There’s always next time oppa.”
written & plot by: intaglios
A strip club. Chaerin was prepared for anything but this. Was she even allowed in such a place in the first place? It hardly mattered now that she was looking at girls who had money stuffed in their underwear, and prancing around the place in heels that can break every bone in your body if you trip and fell in them. She turned her head to glance at Seungri who seemed to be drinking in the atmosphere of booze, sex and neon lights. Chaerin was going to get no complaints from him obviously.
Seungri led the birthday girl up to the second level where the VIPs were and had a table to themselves, overlooking the strip club. The place was gaudy at it’s best, with half naked girls dressed according to themes parading around and sticking their assets out to get more cash. Neon lights outlined the podium with random poles erected and girls were gyrating their hips against the poles very suggestively. Chaerin looked more uncomfortable as seconds ticked by.
“Here, take a drink and loosen up a little.” Seungri pushed a shot towards her, daring her to take it. She downed it without a single hesitation. It’s was more of an ego thing for her rather than the need to feel better. There was no way she was going to turn down a dare issued by him. Chaerin squinted her eyes as she felt the burning sensation travel down the throat and settled itself in the pit of her stomach.
She finally had the guts to speak. She had a feeling that she borrowed some of the courage from her drink earlier. “I can loosen up, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be as loose as them.”
Seungri chuckled. “If you can still say something like that, you’re still uptight.” He got up from his seat and took her by the hand, leading her to the railings that overlooked the club but not before he’d made sure that she’s had another drink or two.
Chaerin gasped at the sight before her. Girls in underwear that were barely there, in tops that covered absolutely nothing.
“Look at the way they dance, it’s like they’re inviting you to give them a taste.” His breath hot on her neck, sending shivers raking through her body and her mind was starting to get a little hazy. Damning her low tolerance to hell. She should have learnt how to drink before coming to a club with a guy. Chaerin knew that she had to stop, she had to put an end to something before it started.
“Of course they have to dance like that, they have to earn a living after all.” Chaerin finally found her voice, sending a silent prayer to thank God for returning her vocals back to her.
Seungri tsked at her. “You’re not understanding the concept here.” He pressed his body against her, causing her to arch her back in order to fit him better. Her ass pressed against this groin. Heaven personified.
“Look at the way they’re moving,” turning her head to see what he was seeing. “The way they move, shows how well they know their body.”
Chaerin looked, which proved to be a big mistake for Seungri as he felt her moving to the same beat as the stripper performing at the moment. Continuously brushing against him. He couldn’t help himself as he found his hips swaying along with hers, pulling her closer with the need to feel her closer.
Chaerin stopped short when she saw the stripper flashing her breast for men to grope them. Suddenly feeling disgusted with herself for letting herself go, she walked away from the railings, leaving a slightly confused Seungri in her wake as she got herself another drink. Seungri was seated with her a moment later, turning a nice sensual moment into a dreadfully awkward one.
“I dare you to do something like that.” Seungri said out of the blue, half expected to have a drink thrown in his face and the other half was for her to slap him. None of which happened. Chaerin did have a drink in her hand, ready to splash it at him but she decided otherwise. Chaerin gave him a smirk worthy of being the baddest female and finished the drink in one shot. She took his hand and they left the strip club.
-
The cab driver threw them a dirty look as they fumbled out of the vehicle. Drunk and horny as hell. Seungri’s pants were unbuckled and falling off. His belt was probably in the cab, or the club. Who knows? Neither one of them cared as they entered the building, struggling to get into the lift while they were fervently kissing each other. Not letting go for a second, as if they would expire if they did. Seungri punched a random button on the lift, hoping that it was the level of his dorm.
They stumbled out as the lift opened up, realising that they were not at their dorms when all they saw were offices. They went on doing what they were doing. It was not like they cared where they were at this point of time. Seungri’s pants were already at his ankles. Chaerin finally broke the kiss and opened one of the doors that led to an office. She pushed Seungri down so that he laid flat against the desk and she climbed on top of him.
“You wanted me to move?” Chaerin’s voice was thick and husky with lust. Slowly, she climbed off the desk and kneeled in between his knees, his hardened member sticking out proudly under his boxers. Chaerin peeled his underwear off, relishing in the sight of her new prize. The look that Seungri gave her as she gave him a glance nearly threw her off. A look that said that if she didn’t hurry soon, he would die waiting.
She ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his manhood all the way up, smirking when she heard him take a sharp breath, catching him off guard when the warmth of her mouth enveloped him. His knuckles turned white with the death grip he had on the desk as she sucked him. His hips moved at the same pace as her mouth, greedy for the wet heat that welcomed him with every thrust. He could feel her vibrating around him as she moaned. His hips jerked as he felt her nails scraping the sensitive skin in between his scrotum and his rear. Chaerin knew he was close when his breaths became shorter, with his hands in her hair and pushing himself into her. Chaerin nearly gagged when he came in her mouth which she quickly swallowed, her eyes squinting in the bitter aftertaste.
Chaerin let out a small whimper when he crushed his lips on hers. Hard and hot and it spelled pure want. His hands on her ass, supporting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Seungri set her down on the desk where he previously was. She pulled him down with her as her back hit the desk, not letting go of his shirt while she used her legs to pull him closer to her.
“You’re still dressed.” Seungri said as he broke the kiss. She giggled in reply, tugging at his shirt to take it off while he attacked her pants. Seungri pulled off her pants with a force that made her hips jerk towards him.
Chaerin bit down a moan as she felt him at her entrance probing her, moving in inch by inch. Her fingers digging into his hips in a futile attempt to make him move, gasping when he pulled away from her, making her eyes tear from the loss of contact where she needed him the most.
“Beg for it.” His breath hot on her neck, turning her on even more.
“Please…” That was all he needed as he thrust into her without warning, causing her to let out a small yelp. He quickly found his rhythm as he pounded into her, her hips moving along his to meet every thrust. The office was eerily silent except for the echoes of skin slapping skin, making Chaerin go insane with pleasure as the walls resounded back with her own moans.
She felt something building at the pit of her stomach, escalating at every thrust. Her nails ran down his back, leaving red angry marks but he didn’t care. Chaerin bit down on his shoulder as her orgasm came crashin like a car losing control, and it kept on going as Seungri kept moving until he shuddered and came in her for the second time.
Seungri slumped against her with him still inside of her but she didn’t seem to mind as she cradled his head in her chest. Chaerin was about to pull him in for another kiss when the door opened. Seungri quickly stood up and covered Chaerin with his body, his shoulders slumped in relief when he realised that it was Jiyong.
“We haven’t shifted in and you’re already using YG’s office?” Jiyong said as he made himself comfortable on the sofa. “If I knew you guys were going to dirty the place I would have come with and joined in the fun.”
“There’s always next time oppa.”
written & plot by: intaglios