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★ Reader Perspective
★ Gang Related Violence
★ Smut (OT8)
★ Mature read from chapter one
~All photos included are of Stray Kids, gathered from public forums such as Pinterest and Instagram~
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I stood at the monitor studying each image as the photographer flicked through them. They gave me a large robe to hide my nudity, but anticipated us maybe having to get some more shots if these didn't turn out good.
Oh..
I look good in these..
How on earth has that happened?
"I love that one, babe." A voice spoke from behind me, and my eyes grew wide.
I turned my head to look at him, and my heart sank.
Chan winked at me, then reached around to my far shoulder, gently rocking me into him as he let out a giddy chuckle.
The photo he loved was flashing the tattoo, almost like that was the centrepiece of the image.
Of course.
"Well, Sir, you get the last say. I've had the green light that I can get your favourite eight displayed immediately, as well." The photographer smiled at us both, and I forced a smile in return.
"I can choose them now. C'mon, babe. Let's go through them together." Chan then wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me over to the seating area, and the photographer transferred the photos to a laptop for us to go through in private.
As we were alone, Chan pulled me down to sit on his lap.
We had translucent privacy screens in front of us, which I was thankful for, as no one could see Chan acting like this..
He used one hand to click the laptop, and his free hand was kept busy with groping me.
"Can't you just sit normally and look at these? Why do you have to touch me?" I argued quietly at him, attempting to push him off me, but it made him more aggressive, which was the opposite of what I wanted.
He then took both hands to the front of my robe and opened it to expose my breasts.
I gasped and spun around, then planted a harsh slap across his face.
There was a couple seconds of frozen shock from me, and complete disbelief from Chan as we both processed what I just did.
This wont help at all.
"I'm sorry, but you just need to speak to me instead of treating me like I'm a fucking toy that you can play with whenever you like." I whined, and his lips curled as the latter is exactly all I am to him. I'm clearly not worth the respect.
"Baby, come and sit on my cock for me.." He cooed patronisingly, and I smacked my lips together, giving up the fight before it got messy.
There's no use trying with him.
I pulled the robe up and Chan helped himself to the thong, moving it to the side.
He wet his fingers, teasing them inside me, then wet his cock with his spit.
