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'You're toxic, I'm slipping under'
A random hookup with bass player Park Jisung sends Liang Xia into a downward spiral of toxic behaviors and salacious addictions.
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love triangle
arranged marriage
affair
smut
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Jisung had had his fair share of sexual experiences but nothing ever quite hit him more than grinding up against someone attractive with a good song in the background.
Maybe it was the dancer in him that lived for synchronized movements. The magic of connecting with someone in body, soul, and mind for one moment in time, paired with the tantalizing sexual tension that rose and fell with the beat.
It was unlike anything else.
A handjob was a slow build. Like Xia at the bar, it's a bunch of light sensual touches to pick up the heart rate before you finally dive into the pleasurable sensation.
In that moment she had him in a grip tighter than he could ever have on himself.
If he had let her take the plunge, wrap her fingers around his length, maybe even run her thumb over his slit, rubbing his arousal up and down as she worked him out slowly; he would have lost himself in front of everyone in that room.
A blowjob was a sloppy art that becomes more efficient over time. Sometimes just the thought of a woman wrapping her lips around him was enough to get him going.
After just the second time a girl graced him with the act, he knew that the swirl of a tongue was no match to the feeling of worthiness and approval that came from the surrender to a dominant feminine force.
Even being inside a woman didn't compare to the intimacy of being pressed up against another, letting their desired-filled bodies communicate for them.
For the nth time Xia rolled her hips into his, pressing against his already growing bulge.
Jisung was a mess. He felt the tension build and build, getting closer to the edge. Waiting just until the point he was about to fall off to maneuver their position.
His grip on the back of her thigh, which ended up there without him noticing (unlike the girl who was ready to pounce on him over the seemingly cavalier intimate touch), moved down to hook the back of her knee.
Hoisting her leg further up his side gave him access to place his own thigh between her legs.
Now every time she rolled her hips, instead of pressing against him her clothed core made complete contact with his jean-cladded thigh, a sensation that caused the girl to slightly roll her eyes back.
Xia couldn't believe it. The guy that was acting shy over her 'sexy hair' comments earlier was now putting her in a position to ride his thigh like they were a couple of teenagers secretly making out on the couch in the basement.
Testing out the waters a bit, she rolled her hips a couple of times to see what it'd feel like.
She had to bite down on her lip just to keep herself from making any unsavory noises, feeling as if revealing the effect this all had on her would cause the figurative barrier between them to come crashing down.
Despite not hearing her silenced moans, he could feel it in the way she clutched onto his shoulders; she was slowly drowning herself in the pleasure.
Without much thought his arm wrapped around her waist and pushed her further down onto his leg.
"Jisung!" Out of breath she let out the short cry, the added friction being too much.
She felt his chest vibrate as he made a satisfied humming noise.
"Say my name again." He mumbled next to her ear, moving her hips for her while applying the same pressure as before.
"Jisung." With more control over her voice, she let the name roll off her tongue with a sultry twist.
He thought about how easy it would be.
Behind this giant curtain, with loud music blasting in the background, no one would know.
If she kept at the same pace and he pushed himself against her a bit more.
Unbutton and unzip his jeans, hike up her skirt a little and push her panties to the side.
He could even sit with her on one of the large storage boxes in the corner or push her up against the wall.
She would never stop calling out his name.
There was something hazy about this fantasy. So many versions played out in his mind until he felt a very real kiss being pressed onto his neck.
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cont.
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