itzy oneshots

(s) 2shin : next

published may 7, 2024. 6068 words
au
ryujin pov.

My Benjamins go to a good cause as the remainder of my wallet lands at her feet; I willingly throw it like it's spare change.

I sip on my liquor to wipe the possible worry my girl has about our finances.

Each dance, I succumb to this love's movements, and suddenly, I pay my way to a little conversation with her.

"Hey. I recognize that little face."

"Damn. Yeah?" I reply like the dryness of a desert, yet I had small puddles of drool from fascination on my lap.

"Yeah. You come here a lot, you know." She turns her body in one swift motion, bending over for the crowd of sick fucks that watch her in such spotlight. "What are you trying to do?"

"Not much." I wave her off as she maintains eye contact because I don't want to "hog." "Keep it goin', sexy."

She drops to her knees and arches like a cat toward my direction, stretching her long limbs. "Let me talk to you. You're fairly generous."

"I'm fairly generous every night, baby girl. This isn't your first time picking up a convo with me, either."

A man on the other side of the lounge calls something out to her, reeling in her attention.

I chuckle as she immediately draws to it and crawls to him. As I prepare to witness their exchange, she mouths, Wait for me.

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"Fuck," I cuss in a shallow breath, and grunts follow it as my orgasm teases me. And as I near the pop of the bubble, my overwhelming thoughts about my girl and baby grow. I knew this wasn't a good fucking idea.

The clock neared 12 a.m., closing out to Tuesday.

Her claws scratch lines down my stomach, and giggles escape her throat. The warmth is heaven, yet she has hell of a tongue.

"You're enjoying this more than I am?" I ask breathlessly with genuine confusion and offense. My fingers travel through her gorgeous hair, streaming past the shiny, bright locks.

"Maybe," she says, muffled, with an obvious smile.

Her mouth has me stoked, but oral can't save me. "Shit." I glance and read the time once more before I give it up. "Fuck, fuck, get your head off of me." I shove the stripper—don't know her name yet exactly—and flash up from the seat, pulling up my denim and boxers to situate myself.

"The fuck?!" she screams and settles on her arm while wiping her mouth with her other hand.

I whip out my phone, take a glimpse at my girl's last message, then dial her.

She responds promptly, barking, "Where the fuck are you, Ryujin?!"

I brisk out of the room and explain my whereabouts. "Baby, relax— I'm okay, alright? Go to bed and I'll be right there."

"Not until you tell me where you are!" she screeches into the phone, leaving me no room to talk. "You always fucking do this, and I'm tired of it!"

I let out a frustrated sigh and aim to comfort her before two arms pull on mine.

"You can't just push me away!" the stripper shrieks, returning to grapple my attention.

"The fuck, I can! Get the hell off of me!" I attempt to pry her off, keeping the screen away from her reach. "I know what you're doing!"

"No!"