❈ Two ❈

Music Companion: Notice Me - Jutes

Splashing water on your face does you no good in reducing the heat that has flushed up to your face and all over your body.

You are hidden in the nearest powder room, trying to get yourself together after finding yourself spiralling out of control over the stripper's performance. Heat keeps throbbing through your skin, your needs pooling between your legs that are now wobbly, so much, that you have to clutch the side of the sink to hold on. You know you have been drunk since hours ago, but now you feel so close to sobering up. Your senses are partly wide awake, when the way the stripper kept seducing you through his dance sparked you up like live wire.

From the sound of cheering and the loud beat of the music, you can tell that the party is still going strong outside. You have made an abrupt leave not too long ago when the girls kept cheering, "Take it off! Take it off!", urging the stripper to pull off his briefs and start dancing bare in front of everyone. You instantly bolt, knowing that it has been too much for you already with him revealing most parts of his body.

I should go back, you ponder. No, not to the party, when you can already guess that your friends might not even know that you have gone missing when they are too drunk and too high in the moment that the party has officially turned into theirs.

Once you are able to find your balance, you push yourself off the counter and head out towards the door. Only to find someone standing right outside the powder room. Your heart flips a beat when the person standing in front of you is not who you had expected to see.

"I was wondering where you were," he playfully says to you, the soft voice surprises you for a moment. Your eyes trail over his figure as he stands leaning the doorframe. He already puts on his vest and pants, his hands holding his suits over his shoulder. His skin that is uncovered still glistens with sweat, the same as his hair that is clinging messily over his head. Your eyes stop at his lips, watching him licking them slowly while he waits for your response.

With your hand clutching the door as leverage, you stare at him with raised brows, doing your best to feign innocence. "Oh? You were looking for me?" you try to toughen up, even though the sound of you sucking a breath betrays you. "And why is that, I wonder?"

His lips curl up into a smirk. "Just curious. Your friends seem to be entertained out there. And I'm kind of hurt when you didn't stay for the finale," he stops, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip while his eyes rove your body. Pretty sure the way you are pressing your legs together as your eyes are locked on his sinful tongue is hard to miss. "Was my performance not good enough for you?"

Interesting. So was his act of eye-fucking you while he was dancing was deliberate? Did he know—

"I'm pretty hard to please," is all you can say to him, hoping that you would not fall for whatever it is that he is about to do. Or what you think he is doing.

He clicks his tongue. "Such a shame," he mutters, shaking his head while rolling his tongue on his lips again, drawing you to close your legs tighter. Oh, he definitely knows what he is doing to you.

Pushing himself off the doorframe, Jungkook takes a step closer. "I'm afraid I won't rest easy tonight knowing that there is one person that I have failed to please. I'm somewhat a perfectionist in doing my job."

Your legs start to waver when he keeps getting closer that you take a step back, or perhaps a few, because you suddenly find your back being pressed on the counter. And he is there, standing just right in front of you, close, but not touching. His hand is still holding on to his suit over his shoulder, and he reaches with the other to hold the counter, caging you at the spot.

"W—well, I suppose that could be a problem."

"It is a huge problem for me. I'll be damned to leave you here unsatisfied," he hums.

"Is there any way to fix it?"

"Funny you should ask," he smirks, drawing you to regret ever asking. "Give me a second chance. Let me give you a special private show that you won't regret—" he leans forward, letting his lips ghosting on your earlobe and nibble lightly, sending another spark of heat on your body. "I promise that I can rock your world, beautiful."

"Hmm—" the moan is unstoppable. "Just like how you rocked my friends' world earlier?"

He chuckles. "For you, I'll be giving you a completely different finale," he says, suddenly grinding his hips and let you feel the thick bulge that is straining from beneath his pants right at your lower abdomen. How your body reacts to somehow let him find his place between your legs is a question for another day. "I will let you touch me. Or do anything you want to me. Only you. And I will help you get off in ways that you will never forget. Free of charge. You can pay me up with your pleasure."

"That is quite a generous offer you are promising me," you answer him, suppressing the hungry growl threatening to slip out. "What have I done to deserve such a reward?"

His eyes narrowed. "Because I saw you. I watched you all night and your eyes showed me everything. I know that you enjoyed it, that even when you were silent all night, holding back from showing your excitement like your friends did, your eyes and your body told me otherwise."

Your skin flushes. You cannot help but start squirming at the spot when you feel the scarlet blush burning your skin. You hate how he can see through you as if you are transparent. You hate how your body keeps betraying you even when you have tried your best to mask away your want.

He reaches your chin and lifts your face so that you are looking straight into his eyes. "Because I am intrigued to know what is going on inside your mind, when you kept blushing but never looked away, the same way you are now. And I'm sure that your pussy is aching so bad right now after you hold back from getting off all night."

Damn it. He is so damn right, you curse silently, rubbing your legs together beneath you when you feel your core pulsing with needs.

"Let me bring out the rebel hiding behind this shy girl," he says, "I know that she is in there somewhere, waiting for a chance to get out. And I can help you with it."

By this time, you have lost control over the last defense you have put on. The soft moan that you let slip out through your ragged breaths brings out the dark haze in his eyes. Your mouths are so close to each other, his bulge poking so close to your lower mound as he keeps dry humping against you with the same rhythm as the music that is still playing loud outside. With your eyes locked on his soft lips, you cannot decide whether you should lick those plump and tempting lips or if you should push him away.

Your body reacts instantly, however, when you arch your body off the counter and push your chest out to feel more of his heat, and your hips sway to reciprocate the movement of his body, rubbing your center against his crotch in the process. Opening your mouth, you stop yourself, listening to how your mind keeps screaming—

This is crazy. Tell him no and walk away. Weren't you planning to head out and sleep it off?

But your body knows what it wants. Your head keeps spinning in a daze; the alcohol, his body, the taut muscles underneath that tight vest that is so close to ripping apart, your needs, everything spiralling inside you until you feel like you are plummeting over the edge. You know you will regret this in the morning, or perhaps forever. But you can already imagine the regret of letting him walk away.

The last night of freedom, the words echo inside your head. Along with the image of him dry humping your snobby and annoying cousin earlier. The jealousy that is rooted inside your chest pushes you to want what she had for yourself.

"Not here," you whisper, leaning up to try and catch his lips. "I have another room where it's more private."

His smile widens, and he leans down to let you bite his bottom lip which earns you his deep growl. "Show me the way."

You are only reminded of how drunk you really are right after you leave the suite.

The suite room you have rented for yourself is only a few doors away down the hall, but Jungkook has to hold you by your waist to keep you walking straight and save you from falling to the floor. Your legs keep swaying clumsily beneath you that you keep laughing as you walk side by side with the gorgeous stripper, and he keeps leaning down to kiss your lips just to muffle your voice, only to make sure that you wouldn't get caught by anyone for stealing the man away from the party.

Not that anyone would care. Since right before you walked out the door, you took the chance to glance back at your friends, finding them either fallen asleep on the couch or too busy trying to empty the bottles of liquor which still remained before passing out.

Jungkook takes over when he sees you fumbling with the keycard. With your back pressing on his chest, his crotch poking from behind you, he reaches around you to put the keys in and pushes the door. The position draws you caged in his arms by the door, keeping you engulfed in his body heat for a moment, before the door is wide open.

A part of you is reluctant to move away. But you want him to touch you, something you have been craving for all night. So you enter the room first, letting all the lights to turn on before quickly turning around and start backing up inside the room. Kicking away your heels and throwing away your purse which is followed by a couple of soft thuds, you keep walking back with your eyes locked on his. You keep staring at him as he follows you, clicking the door close behind him while he kicks off his shoes and throws his suit to land on the nearest chair.

You sit on the bed facing him, crossing your legs on one another as you wait for him to come closer. He walks over to the stereo set by the corner, the luxury item that the suite provides for your entertainment, and sets it to play a very seductive song.

"Shall I start from the beginning, or should I skip all the intro and get to the finale?"

His hips are moving along to the music while he waits for your answer, his fingers have already started unbuttoning his vest while he is standing right in front of you. Licking your lips, you suck a deep breath to find your voice. "Go on and show me what you got. You promised me a special one, didn't you?"

He chuckles, taking off the vest and swiftly tosses it away, once again giving you the sight of his chest that leaves you drooling. Giving your legs a nudge with his knee, he beckons you to open your legs wide for him. Your body complies even before you register it happening, when your eyes are locked on the way his sweaty chest is moving so fluidly right in front of your eyes while he grinds his hips up and down. The hand that cups the back of your head leads you to look up at him, earning a growl from his lips when he catches your burning gaze.

"Go ahead, touch me," he urges with a smile. Your hands move up, touching his skin with your fingers. His body is warm, slick with sweat, but the feeling of his muscles on your skin brings the pulses inside your body to run faster. Raking your nails on his skin, you trail down from his broad chest, his stomach, and lowering closer to the waistband of his pants.

"Take it off," he grunts without stopping his dance. Looking up, you take pride in how his chest is rising and falling, his mouth slightly open as he tries to control his breath, letting you know that your touch is affecting him just the same.

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. You let your teeth sink into your bottom lip when the familiar red briefs make its appearance before you. He gives you an aid by kicking his pants away to the side, while you feel your breath being taken away instantly when the red briefs are there right in front of your face.

Jungkook places both his hands on his head and continues grinding his hips, dry humping towards your face at a safe distant, but close enough to let you breathe in his scent. His smile never fades away as he takes in your expression. Every single reaction you are giving him pleases him in more ways than one, encouraging him to keep going further. He places his fingers on our chin to lift your face, before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you closer. A whiff of his arousal fills your nostril as you take a deep breath, and the wetness between your legs comes back.

"Can I touch it?" your voice comes out ragged, uncertain and full of lust at the same time.

"You can even kiss it if you want," he answers with a grunt. "This show is only for you."

Nothing stops you from reaching forward, cupping his concealed girth that is barely covered by your palm. As he keeps moving and grinding his hips, it seems like he is making love to your palm, slow and steady. The notion excites you. The sinful heat keeps pooling around your belly, and you cannot resist to imagine how it would feel to have him inside you. And you simply cannot resist having a taste.

Leaning forward, you place a kiss on his bulge, trailing your lips on the covered length before going down to nibble on his covered balls. "Fuck—" he hisses and bucks his hips forward, as if needing more. His head falls back, but he keeps looking down at you.

You are playing with danger, you realise. But you cannot stop yourself from grazing your thumb over the head that comes peeking on top of the thin red briefs, catching the pre-cum leaking from his slit. With your eyes still looking up at him, you lick the thumb clean, tasting him with a moan. The sight of him coming close to exploding brings a huge smile to your face.

"Can I take it off?" you purr at him.

"Go ahead," he says with a breathless chuckle. His hands keep stroking your hair gently as a way to stop himself from gripping you and pulling you close so that he can feel your lips on him once again.

Your hands move around his waist to grab a hold of the waistline hanging on his back, while you lean forward, catching the front side between your teeth. And then you start pulling down, letting his cock spring free, nearly hitting your face when it is released completely from its last restraint.

"Fuck—" he growls, placing his hand on the back of your head. "That was so fucking hot."

You only release the fabric from your teeth once it is starting to make its way down his legs. Straightening back in your seat, you show him a proud smile and a wink. "I have wanted to do that since I saw you dancing in it before," you purr, licking your lips to find the strong taste of his arousal still lingers in your mouth. And suddenly you crave for more.

"I knew you were a vixen," he growls, taking his shaft into his palm and starts stroking while looking straight at you.

Meanwhile, your eyes seem unable to look away from his impressive mast. If the prominent lines of his cock beneath his briefs were making you drool before, the sight of it now completely bare to your eyes brings back the pulsing ache in your pussy. The need of having you filled and to have your release makes you believe that you can easily climax just by seeing him touch himself a few moments longer. His eyes trail down to look at your heaving chest, your cleavage peeking through from the top of your tube dress.

"I really want to rip that fucking dress off your body."

"What's stopping you?" you challenge him, keeping your eyes from wavering when your heartbeat escalates the minute those words left your lips.

"Just as long as you won't be sending me bills to pay for the damage later," he scoffs, although he reaches forward anyway, gripping hard on the fabric before ripping it apart.

You let out a gasp when you are exposed in front of him in seconds, unsure as to how he is strong enough to actually able to have it done in a blink of an eye. His eyes turn darker—if it is even possible—when he finds your breasts naked before his eyes. "No bra?" he chuckles, "There's the rebel."

You hate knowing that you are probably blushing so hard at the revelation right now. But you do your best to hide it away from him, despite the knowing look in his eyes at your reaction, to answer him, "It's more convenient going without."

"Uhh—" he growls, suddenly tightening his palm around his cock as he continues to stroke himself lightly. Your eyes grow wide at the way the red swollen peak is aimed at you, and at how the girth seems to keep on growing on each stroke he makes.

"Why don't I up the offer for you?" he grunts, pulling your attention to his face and letting you show him your face that feels so warm for the burning lust inside your belly. "Let me fuck you. Fuck—I'm not just going to help get you off. I'm not leaving until I can make you cum at least three times. Or more if you want."

You want him, you simply cannot lie to yourself. And from the way his eyes are deep and dark as he looks at you, you know damn well that he wants you too. The deep voice slipping out of his mouth next confirms your thought. "Let me touch you. I bet you are completely drenched if I touch you down there," he says, nodding towards your soaked panties.

Biting your lips, you pull and toss the ruined dress away, out of sight, until you are left sitting on the edge of the bed in your see-through lace panties. "You can touch me," you purr, pushing out your chest to him as an invitation. "But only if you let me touch you."

He smiles, giving his cock a few more strokes before letting go. "I'm all yours, my little rebel."