Stealth Love | A Kim Namjoon POV Story

Prologue

The sound was loud. The place was too crowded. I squeezed myself between people here and there to get inside. It was dark and flashes of lights come and go according to the beat of the song being played. 

Finally, I made it to a quieter spot. I didn't expect this art exhibit to be this popular. Well, I guess I should have seen it coming. It was not an ordinary exhibit. Aside from being done at night, it was put up like a club where each corners have open bars. Concrete dividers were put across the room where the artworks were placed. 

And the artworks. Wow. The most erotic I've ever seen. Various human forms in their most primitive state were being displayed. 

I'm not sure how I ended up in this place. All I know was, I wanted to run away for a bit and next thing I knew, I booked myself a ticket to Amsterdam. 

I didn't know what to do but I found the poster of this exhibit outside a Cannabis Coffeeshop. I grew to love going to museums and art exhibits and the poster looked interesting so I decided to check it out. 

A specific artwork caught my attention. I walked towards it and examined it. It was an oil painting of a woman, legs spread, head thrown backwards, showing off her womanhood for the world to see. 

"Hmmm, this exhibit is making me crazy!" I heard a slurred voice behind me. I looked around and see a girl looking at the artwork opposite to what I'm looking at. She's holding a bottle of beer.  She turned around as if sensing my stares at her back. 

The light was dim but I caught her glazed, chinky eyes, pointed nose, and plump lips. She took a swig of beer straight from the bottle leaving her lips glistening.  

I gulped involuntarily at the sight. I'm not sure if it's because I was already getting affected by the things I saw in the exhibit that I became more aware of the girl in front of me.

She turned her back on me and continued looking from one frame to another. I also did the same, though I was watching her every move in the corner of my eye. 

She's Asian. That, I'm sure. Fair skinned and as I said, chinky eyes. I am almost sure she's a Korean, too. What she's doing here, that, I don't know. 

She's wearing a satin black dress with plunging neckline, accentuating her figure--small breast, slim waist and narrow hips. Her hair that was swept on the side of her face revealed her long, smooth neck. 

I didn't realize that we're finally standing beside each other. I pretended to look at the artwork in front of me when I sensed her looking at me.

"Hi!" She said and began moving towards me. Swaying her hips, it's evident on the way she walked that she's already drunk. "What do you think about the exhibit?"

She suddenly tripped and I quickly caught her, trapping her inside my arms. I felt her hands go around my neck, still holding the bottle. "Hmmm. Or should I ask, about me?" She chuckled and pressed her body against me. I held onto her waist. 

"Miss, I think you're already drunk..." I finally spoke. I'm trying my best to think clearly. 

"No, I'm not!" She laughed and tiptoed to looked me in the eye. "Do you like the exhibit?" 

I wet my lips with my tongue before speaking. "Very...But, are you okay? I---"

"I don't know if it's the alcohol or the ambiance or the artworks but...Do you want to spend the night with me?"

I stared at her, shocked at her boldness. 

"With all due respect miss---" I didn't get to finish my sentence when she suddenly kissed me. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth and I unconsciously kissed her back as fervently as she did. We kissed for a while and I can already feel myself growing hard. I gripped her behind and pressed myself against her more. I heard her groan. 

"Oh, please. Come with me!" She untangled herself from me and took my hand. She hurriedly walked and I had no choice but to let her guide me. We bumped into a lot of people as we made our way towards a door and led us to a dimmed hallway.  

I am sober and I am letting this drunk woman take me to a place I don't know. I'm not sure if it's the rush of doing something crazy in a place that no one seems to know me but I found myself getting excited on what's about to happen.

What are the odds, right? A night of pleasure when you least expect it. 

We didn't speak while we headed to a staircase on the far end of the hallway. I pushed her against the wall and took her lips again. I took the bottle from her hand and put it down. My hands went to her sides and feel her up. 

"Let's go upstairs." She whispered and pulled me again. We hurriedly went up and the next thing I know I'm already being pushed inside a room. 

She began kissing me again and I felt my leg hit a bed. She pushed me lightly and I let myself fall over. She immediately straddled on my lap. I reached for her neck and began kissing her again. 

Tongue against tongue, our hands busy feeling each other up. I reached for the hem of her dress and hiked it up until I can touch her breast. She grinded her hips against mine, a moan escaped from our mouths at the friction. I kneaded her breast firmly, pinching her nipples. 

She cursed and lifted her dress, revealing her silky smooth body for me to devour. I lifted myself and took a mound into my mouth. She grabbed my nape and pressed herself more to me, arching her back. 

She impatiently unbuttoned my shirt. I gripped her bottom firmly and flipped her over. I'm now towering over her and threw away the shirt she successfully opened. Her hands reached for my stomach as I lifted her legs to hug my waist. 

I took her lips again and I felt her unbuckling my belt. I stopped and helped her, freeing myself from the pants I was wearing. Again, I joined her in bed, my mouth automatically reached for her mound while my hand kneaded the other. 

She lifted her hips, meeting the thrusts I make against her. 

She let out an impatient moan.

"Inside me now, please!"

She reached for my boxers the same time I slid off her panty. I sighed in pleasure when my hardened member felt her body. My hand went to her core and felt her so wet, so ready for me.

"You're so ready for me, darling." I whispered as my finger dipped inside her. 

She writhed under me and impatiently reached for my length. I groaned at the contact. 

"Now, please!" She pointed my length at her dripping core. Pleasure and excitement run through me and slightly bit her shoulder. 

I slowly pushed inside but she felt too tight. I looked up to her and see her face contort in pain.

"Are you----?" I whispered.

"Just go on, please!" She hissed as beads of sweat formed in her forehead. "It's fine. I'm fine. Continue now."

I reached for her lips and my hand went to where our bodies joined. I slid my length inch by inch until I went all the way in. I heard her let out a sigh and I went still so she can get used to me inside her. 

"Did you get hurt?" I asked her against her neck. I felt her shook her head and her hands went to my back urging me to move. 

I couldn't control myself any longer. I lifted her hips and started ramming inside her. 

I looked at her disheveled figure, taking me in, whimpering in both pain and pleasure. It was a sight to behold. 

I quickened my pace, slamming against her as if there's no tomorrow. I felt her clench her walls and I growled at the pleasure. She's close, too.

"Reach the heaven with me darling." I told her and reached for her lips. She met my thrusts as I moved incessantly. 

She let out a loud moan the same time I bucked my hips against her, growling as I spilled my seeds within her. 

I threw my body against her, breathing against her neck. I could hear her catch her breath, her hands gripping on my sides. 

I slowly lifted myself up and looked her face. Remnants of pleasure still etched. She met my gaze with those parted lips.

"Hi, I'm Namjoon." I said huskily. 

She chuckled.

"I'm Soohee. It's nice to meet you."