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treasure-exo · 7 years

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Versace on the floor(M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Junmyeon x reader

Word count: 3330

Description: A simple party leading you up to make sins with a man you just met.

A/N: So as the title says, this piece of oneshot was inspired by Bruno mars’ Versace on the floor and thanks @oh-beyond for suggesting me him, this one is dedicated to you. LOL. Have some guilty pleasure girl. And at last sorry, I was supposed to post this yesterday but my parents came all the way from California to surprise me on my birthday so it got late. Thank you for reading!!

It was the last day of your business trip.

Even though you didn’t like business trips in general but if you joined this business trip, it would really be beneficial for you. It was because there was a party on the last day of the trip in which many Board of Directors, Corporate Officers and Shareholders of million-dollar companies would join and for a lowly secretary of some general manager like you, you have to make it more productive.

You were sitting on a chair next to your bed with two dresses laid on top of it. Neither of the dresses your’s instead they were given for you to choose by your boss, especially for the night’s party.

The satiny fabric of the silk dress slipped onto your shoulder, tingling it’s way down, peppering your skin with soft abuts. The dress looked elegant on you, shaping you and hugging you to emphasize your curves. A little bit of sequins added on top of the shimmery golden cloth near the sleeves to give a touch of grandeur, poise and charm to the dress. A deep cut neck exposing your cleavage and a length just enough to cover your hips.

A perfect dress, for a party so different and lavish for you. Not so flashy, not so dry, just an equal amount of class you need for an authority to be held. You picked up a random bag and a pair of stilettos to be matched up with your dress and left your hotel room for the party.

Sun sank lower in the sky, giving away a velvety dark of night. Dusky, beautiful colors subdued in the fading light, street lights overlooking your tinted windows of the hired car, as you stare outside at the translucent haze of the busy city you were in. Twilight had fallen and the first star in the night sky shone when you arrived at your destination.

You let out a deep breath as you stepped out of the car. There was a slight rush of people to enter into the building. You could see them wearing as finesse as possible. You felt edgy at the thought of entering the building alone, let alone entering the grand hotel with a huge amount of people inside.

Your steps were slow and wavy as you entered the arena on the topmost floor. The hallway was full of people talking and laughing on top of their voices due to the faint music going on. Neon lights flashing and a huge roar of music erupted as you opened the door. Taking step by step into the arena and feeling a bit more anxious than before. You tried to search for your boss in the crowd of people dancing like crazy on the floor, but failed to obtain his or any of your teammate’s figure in the crowd.

It looked rather like a teenage party then an elegant banquet you’d thought. Leaving all the worries, you proceeded to the bar you’d saw at the end of the hall dominating a view of the night starry sky and an event to relax despite the loud music in the background.

A drink could calm you down from all the work you had done in the last one week, that did wear you out from any further interactions with humanity. Grabbing any drink on the counter you let yourself out in the balcony, free from the noise and flashy lights that were blinding you.

Out on the balcony, you stood still with your elbows resting on the railing and enjoying the cool breeze that washed your face from the stress. Your lips kissed the glass as you took a sip of your drink. You trailed your eyes from the city lights to the starlight that brightened your face and casts a soft shadow behind.

You were lost in admiring the new city when a shadow came and leaned on the railing beside you, eyes wandering in the infinite of the skyline. There was a noise which made you come out of your trance and into the reality, background music hitting your ears like a sudden jolt and you turned your head in the direction. Someone cleared their throat.

You blinked at the man leaning on the railing beside you. You kept staring at his face more than you should.

“I suppose you are not enjoying the party inside.” He alleged, still looking up at the stars.

You took a step forward to get a closer look at this intruder but if the reason was to get a clear look then you already was close enough to have a satisfying look. But you wanted to praise his beauty for all he was. A young, handsome man. The young man was looking surreal for your eyes to believe he was standing next to you. He had that wonderful pair of beautiful dark brown eyes, you wanted to keep looking at. His skin shine under the moonlight and his outfit so impeccable that can draw any type of attention from the girls inside. He flipped his hair, a combination of dark and wavy strands which looked so soft on him that you had the urge to touch them and caress them.

You were flustered seeing him that you forgot you were staring. You looked straight to hide the embarrassment and faked a cough.

“...Uhm...It’s not like that,” you mumbled, unsure if you will like the insides or not, because you never really paid attention to the group of people and the surroundings.

“But it says otherwise.” He asserted, looking towards you. He smiled. It was this smile that radiated and made your heart flutter. It made you felt the irresistible impulse to smile, too.

You checked your emotions and looked away, scraping the back of your neck. Thinking of a way to hide your emotions.

“Then why are you here too? It looks you are not enjoying, too. Also, why I am talking to you when I don’t even know your name?” you boasted, swaying your champagne glass in your hand.

“Junmyeon,”

“What!” You exclaimed, furrowing at him and crossing your hands over your chest.

“Junmyeon. Kim Junmyeon. My name, you asked. Now that you know my name, would you like to have a dance with me?” He asked, taking a step closer and extending his hand for you.

“Wow, that was clean,” you snickered, telling him your name. Placing your hand onto his and nodding.

His legs started taking steps, leading you inside the hall and holding your hand with him. He stopped in his tracks and turned. “And, ah.. That was my drink. I came here to get it back but thought it isn’t worth after seeing your beauty.”

“Oh!” An only word which left your mouth and making you blush.

When you entered, you couldn’t see the dance floor, it's wall to wall packed with people dancing to the loud music. There’s no room for any more yet somehow when you both hit the floor, the space naturally came. The music was all rock but you were dancing like it’s jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as his other hand found your small of the back. You were all grins dancing with him, happy and more alive than the last week of hectic schedules. A part of you felt the playfulness in the atmosphere around you and in him, felt the vibe of the music and the urge to let your body go free.

He gestured something using his fingers to the disc jockey behind a large platform and you saw a nod was returned as a reply. The music changed from rock to soft lyrical mix, a kind of ballad. Sweet and romantic in it’s own way.

“And by dance, I meant this,” He smiled, demanding your one hand into his. Your celestial eyes shone as you placed your delicate hand in his; he placed his other hand on your waist and whisked you onto the floor which instantaneously became similar to a ballroom floor with a large chandelier hanging above. He turned and twirled you, keeping an eye contact with you. His gaze changed from mushy to having a dark one, wild desire behind them and a smirk formed on his lips.

You understood his desire, want and need. You couldn’t directly tell him that what he needs is the same for you, too. But you wanted to so, you bit your lower lip and pulling it out in a dramatic way. His smirk widened into a wicked grin and he pulled you further into him, holding your waist tighter.

“Then, shall we get going?” He asked, rather like a statement than a question.

You nodded once and let him pull you out of the crowd down the hall to the hallway. Many eyes were on you when you left the hall with this man. Some girls getting jealous and gossiping among themselves which you couldn’t listen due to the still high volume of the music.

He turned his head back and looked at you, eyes trailing from your eyes to observe every curve of your body. You became self-conscious as his eyes slowly roamed over your curves, biting down his lip in the middle of the hallway.

“Why was everyone staring at you when we left?” You asked, curiosity getting the best out of you and you stopped walking.

“Because I’m so handsome, no one can get their eyes off of me,” he chuckled, pulling your hand again to make you walk. You rolled your eyes at his narcissist answer and scoffed, watching him make his way to the elevator before pressing the down button.

You stepped in the elevator after the doors opened and Junmyeon entered and pressed a button for some floor in the same building. The doors closed and you were left alone in the elevator with a man you just got to know a few hours ago. He pushed you to the corner and your back hit the steel wall of the elevator. He immediately obstructed your way with both of his hands on either side of the walls.

“I can’t hold back myself, you and your that tiny dress make it impossible for me to,” he urged, taking a step closer nearing you. His lips were almost touching yours and you could feel his breath on your lips, intoxicating you with his smell and your mind telling you to give up and do whatever the hell he wants you to.

He pressed his lips onto yours and wrapped his arms around your waist making you press into him. You gasped at the sudden attachment, hands gradually making their way up from his stomach, to his chest, to be wrapped around his neck. You could feel his ripped muscles under his dress shirt and the way they flexed when your hands touched.

His kiss getting more hungrier, needier than before. His mouth enveloping yours that made you moan and he took the chance to click his tongue inside. His hands were making their up to lock them in your hair while his tongue played with yours inside your mouth.

Suddenly, a ting of sound heard.

Elevator doors opened and you pushed him back to make sure no one caught you. He was breathing heavily with his chest rising and falling with every deep breath he took. Your heart was racing and your hands still resting on his shoulders.

He pulled you out of the elevator to a hallway full of doors on either side. He ran taking your hand to the end of the hallway where a big door was. Taking out a card from his pant pocket which seemed like a key and pressed it at the door-knob which opened the door.

He pulled you inside and shut the door. As soon as the door got shut, his lips were on yours again. Pressing you into him and your back on the door. He let his hands roam up your thighs, waist, to your back where he found the zipper.

You pulled him with you further into the room before he could pull down the zipper. His tongue claimed yours, making you gasp and letting you have a taste of him. You could feel his body heat radiating, warming you up and cooling you down at the same time.

You pulled away feeling breathless, trying to get some oxygen but it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop soon. His lips left yours just to nibble at your earlobe, planting kisses following the trail from your jaw to the neck.

You squeezed your eyes shut, mouth slightly open and head tilted to give him access to your neck. His hands moved from your back down to your hips, squeezing them lightly earning a gentle moan from you.

“Would you like to take that dress off for me, hm?”

He asked teasingly, pushing you back onto the bed and climbed up to hover over you. He settled in between your thighs parting them and leaning down to suck at your neck. You gaped, getting lost in the feeling of how his lips felt on your neck, on your lips. His every kiss getting more rough and wild than before which leaves you a moaning mess and wetter by the second.

“Junmyeonnn,” you moaned, pulling him further down and guiding his hands to your back to let you free from the dress already.

“I loved that, you’re not knowing what you’re doing to me,” he jabbered, his hands unzipping your dress. He doesn’t need to be guided, his hands were already pulling down your dress while his feets tucked your heels off of your feet to some corner of the room.

He momentarily left your neck to tug your dress down from your shoulders. Your dress was thrown somewhere behind which landed on the edge of the bed.

You weren’t wearing any bra and his animalistic eyes took your body in. A moment passed before he smirked at you as his hands making their way up to tease your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful and perfect,” he panted, staring at your body especially your bust.

You were not liking how naked you were and how he was still dressed. You sat up, kissing his neck and biting down hard. He groaned. Your hands sliding down his chest to unbutton his dress shirt while your teeth dig deeper into his skin. His shirt was gone before your hands reached for his pants and eventually touched his crotch.

He bit his lip and squeezed shut his eyes making his head throw back. You rubbed his groin giving in some more pressure to tease him before removing his pants making him hiss in the process. You felt him there. Felt his dick hard and needy.

“That’s enough,” he panted, throwing you back on the bed and fidgeting with the hem of your panties before pulling them down. He gazed, pupils dilated and his chest rising and falling as his one finger rubbed against your entrance.

You gasped, shutting your eyes. Your need for some release escalated just by his finger rubbing your slit. He pushed inside his finger without any warning making you moan loud. His finger working against your walls giving you your want and need. He pulled out his finger to push it back up with more force this time. You shuddered as his hand hit your core and giving your core the friction.

“You are so wet already, huh,” He added with a smirk.

He added another finger and sped up his thrusting, sending a chill up your spine. He curled his fingers inside deep you as you wrapped your legs around him giving him more space and making your head hit the pillows below. You squirmed underneath him and whimpering his name out loud. Your orgasm was building and your walls began to clench around his fingers before he pulled them out completely, making you open your eyes.

You whined for him teasing you like this and not giving you an orgasm. He laughed at your expression and forming a frown on your face. He put his wet fingers into his mouth, making your eyes widened at his gesture before sucking them off and pulling them out.

“Fuck, I can’t.... Control…” He mumbled, moaning.

You could see him biting down his lip with a dark gaze fixed upon his eyes. He removed his boxers along with his socks and sprung his cock free. You swallowed hard seeing his hardened member, red and needy.

He stroked it a few times groaning and stretching your legs further apart. You could feel him at your entrance. You gaped when he started rubbing your slit up and down.

“J-Junmyeon, please…” You moaned.

“So impatient, say that name again it can do wonders you know,”

“Junmyeon, I need you… please..” You mewled.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, giving you what you need, slowly pushing him inside you. He entered you in a single thrust.

You moaned out at the amazing stretch, cursing as rested his length inside and filling you up. You were adjusting to his length when he yanked back his cock and pressed it again with a force. He growled as his eyes shut and mouth agape.

His hands held your arms tight while he sucked along the length of your neck marking you up and his hips started thrusting slowly.

He started rocking, his breath becoming labored and heavy as his hands moved down to grab your hips tight. You raised your hips to meet his thrusting, squeezing his shoulders digging your nails into his skin which would definitely leave marks later. His lips left your neck to claim your lips. He kissed you, bit your lip to make you squirm beneath him and you moaned into his mouth.

“Junmyeon…” Your lips never left his name as he gave you pleasure. His thrusts becoming more rash and rough as you moaned his name louder and more frequent. You saw him losing his sanity at every thrust he made, making him groan. Each breath of his turning into low grunts as he fucked you faster.

“Stop, making me lose my sanity,” he ramped, breathing heavily.

You could feel yourself building, and you scraped the back of the man as he roared even louder. His yanks becoming more uneven as he struggled to stay composed and keep his eyes open but it wasn’t working.

You gasped as he hit your bundle of nerves and you came. Your walls clenching around him as he moaned out loud, thrusting up faster to chase his own release. You felt him twitch inside you as he filled you up with his load and groaned.

He pulled his length out, making you whine and rolling off of you still kissing. He landed next to you with a thud panting and gaining his composure back. His arm wrapped around you as he pulled you into his chest, kissing your shoulders while you tried to regain your breath.

“Please, stay with me for this night,” he pleaded, looking into your eyes.

You nodded into him. Letting his smell take over your senses and making you overwhelmed at the fullest. With him kissing you on your temple, you never wanted to leave in the first place.

His eyes started to get heavy and lull to sleep while you were admiring his features under the moonlight that came from the window above and you smiled.

“Also, it was because I organized that party. The staring thing.” He confessed, suddenly opening his eyes and winking at you as you realized he is that Mr Kim the CEO of the multimillionaire company you were working under. You became still realizing you just got fucked up by your CEO.

He tugged your waist pulling you closer and out of your thoughts, kicking your dress at the edge as it fell on the floor.

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perfectcompetition · 6 years

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Just miss the girl I used to be

So set in her ways, yet free spirited. Now I’m more interested in trying new things, but loosing my grip on my beliefs in the process. I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know what’s wrong, either. I’m in a long term relationship and I’ve never had something like this before. It’s comfortable and quaint, I love my little life I have with him. But on the other hand, I desperately miss and need to be back in touch with my once free spirited self. I could do anything I wanted without regard to anyone. God to have that feeling again. I don’t know what to do. He’s wonderful and kind, everything I need and more. He’s also extremely ocd and has to have things his way, which goes against everything I am. Or, was. I don’t know what I am. I don’t have any set likes or dislikes anymore. The death of my aunt really fucked me up, I never anticipated being ripped apart until it actually happened. Now I don’t know how to move past it. I don’t know how to move past anything. It’s like, everything I’ve been through weighs me down so much I can barely float above the surface. Everything is different from the time I thought I had it all figured out... I’m still crying over shit that happened years ago. What the hell. Like, that ain’t healthy. How do you move forward. How do you let go

How

It just.. boggles my goddamn mind.

I feel as if I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried poi, that worked when I tripped all the time. I can’t do it, I’m not allowed too. Lmfaoooo I hate my life at times. Especially when I think about what I was compared to what I am now. A fucking sad bitch with no direction, floating toward nothing and experiencing the same exact day now, going on two years. It’s hard. It’s hard to change shit up, though I desperately need a change. I’m going to be 24 in 3 days. And I do know that 23 was the worst year I’ve had to date. Can’t imagine what’s to come next. Soon my parents will be gone, and then I’ll be gone after that. Circle of life, fucks me up. Knowing that one day I won’t be here, and Bentley won’t be here sooner than that... I can’t imagine the future pain. But it lingers on my mind like never before. Got into my first accident, and that fucked me up even more. I’m so scared to drive anywhere. I flutter with fright every drive I take to and from work. It’s really a chore to get to my job each day, a very difficult and upsetting chore.

Like where do I go from here.. what do I do. I’m about to be super slammed with a fuck ton of college classes on top of working for two assholes. Lol this semester is about to break me into pieces I can already feel it. Funny how I can anticipate the pain so well. That’s the easy part. Thinking about all of the worse things to happen, to maybe potentially get myself prepared? So it doesn’t hurt as bad?

Judy died 1 month after I was initially told about her cancer. 1 month of watching her turn into a lifeless puddle. She went from Speaking just as she had my whole life to barely getting a few murmurs out a day. It was the most heart wrenching experience I ever did have. Then I had to get my mole removed, which was one of my biggest fears. I was so upset and scared I almost fainted during the 3 minute procedure. My other bigger fear happened 1 month after the mole removal. Wisdom teeth, all 4 out and the only surgery I’ve had. And it was the absolute worst physical experience... all three added up to be the worst year of my life. But losing my aunt was the worst. Not to mention, my uncle also died 1 month after the wisdom teeth were removed.

Life... a beautiful stressful ass bitch.

I just can’t with it at times.. don’t want to be here for it at times. I don’t know where to go but I have the urge to run as far as I possibly can. Get a glimmer of light again. Leave my job and my sad, contained and constricted life. How wonderful that life could be... how lovely I could be again, too.

But why change now? 24 and jobless? What type of person does that... not a professional, going places type of gal. Yet I yearn to be everything I am not. Everything I probably won’t ever be. A talented singer, whom people adore and understand through music. I wrote a little something today, played it to some music and it sounded aight. Came home and napped instead of pursuing the thought any further because who the fuck am I?

I ain’t a singer. I ain’t a musician. Just a dedicated listener to several genres of entertainment. Am I a musician?

Who the fuck am I

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