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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 21+. explicit sexual content, smut, shameless smut, dubious consent if you squint, rough sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, light dom/sub, dom na hwajin, brat-taming, manhandling, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, age difference, older man/younger woman, sir kink, possessive behavior, pet names, spanking, hair-pulling, creampie, light choking, enemies to lovers trope.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. na hwajin x female reader.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 3.02K.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. second pov, edited, aged-up characters, a part of my story but can be read stand alone.
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You spun around in front of the mirror in your room, glancing over your shoulder to check on the back of the dress. You’ve put on a black slit dress, satin silk wrapped around your body, showing a good shape of your curve.
Tonight is not actually your work hour at Shangri-La, but you’re going anyway, just to destress your mind for a moment. A few drinks with your fellow stripper friends, and maybe you could hook up with some rich, hot older men.
By the time you’re done with the light make up, you heard someone inserting code to the apartment’s door. Your assumption is Hwajin, since your younger brother is fast asleep at two in the morning in his room.
Long story short, he shared his apartment with you and your younger brother out of Kangseok’s order for the sake of your safety and the arrangement of your Pops, not that he complained.
The sexual tension between Hwajin and you have always been so obvious but neither of you willing to act upon it. Considering the both of you have a little struggle with your pasts, him with his dead fiance, and you with your dead older brother that’s annoyingly quite similar to him.
Grabbing your purse, you leave your own room, ready to go. And you find him walking into the bathroom, with nothing but only a gray jogger; you swear you could see sweats running down his broad back; decorated with various scars, not to mention that he put his hair in a man bun.
You unconsciously gulped down before clearing your throat, walking closer to the bathroom’s door watching him where he drank a mineral water, some of it spilled down across his neck, adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
