G-Dragon One Shots (NC-17)

Happy Ending

GD/OFC

I received a call in the middle of the night and groggily answered it.

"Hello," I said rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Hi Melissa, you have a new client that needs a massage like immeaditly." My boss's voice said and it irked me that she sounded so awake and alert.

"Now? It's 2am," I groaned.

"I know but this client is of some importance and he feels in the middle of the night would be best to avoid media and stuff," she said and she sounded sorry that she had woken me up.

"Alright, I'll dress and head to the sauna," I said sitting up and pushing my long brown hair out of my face.

"The client would prefer you go to his house, I'll text you the address," she said and I rolled my eyes.

We had clients like this before. I never liked any of those clients. They always expected us to jump through hoops for them. I worked with a lot of Korean music artists and they always seemed so snobby around me. Maybe they were hoping I would of turned out to be Korean myself.  Either way I was hoping that whoever this client was, was a tad more friendly.

I packed my stuff in my car and entered the address into my GPS. I pulled into a huge Villa type home and took a deep breath when I knocked on the door.

The person who answered made me gasp. I knew who this was, G-Dragon himself was standing at the door with long blonde hair a black tank top and black slacks.

"Hi i'm Melissa, my boss told me you needed a massage," I said trying to sound professional even though I was shaking like a leaf.

"Yeah sorry, I know it's late but I have a lot of stalkers that probably would eat you alive if they saw you," he said and quickly ushered me into his house.

"Do I need to strip for this?" he asked me as I set up my stuff. I looked up at him and gasped at how gorgeous he was in person.

"Well atleast to your boxers, it will be more comfortable for you and easier for me to work without the clothes." I said looking down at the sheets I was covering the massage table with.

He excused himself to his room to get undressed and I took my sweater off suddenly feeling very warm. I sat on the sofa behind my table and waited.

When he returned he was in his boxers and I let my eyes wonder over his slim frame, he really was sexy as hell.

I grabbed a towel and stood up. I helped him onto the table and he laid on his belly and I placed the towel over his boxers.

"heated or not?" I asked him showing him the two bottles of massage oil I had. He picked the heated one and I climbed onto the table and straddled his legs.

I started with his neck and shoulders and I could feel how tense he was. Poor guy put way to much stress on himself. I heard little sighs coming from him as I moved to his back. I slid off the table and worked on his legs then told him to flip over.

I did my best to ignore the semi tent underneath the towel around his mid section. It help that he kept his eyes closed.

I finished and as I was climbing off the table the towel over his lap got caught on my foot and I pulled it off.

I gasped when I saw his hardness was sticking out through the hole in the front of his boxers.

I blushed when he caught me staring at him.

"See something you want?" He asked teasingly.

"I....I..." I stammered and then cursed myself mentally for not being more professional about this.

"I will pay you extra if you help me with this," He said and I watched shocked as he pulled his boxers down and started stroking himself.

I could feel my own body starting to get turned on by the pornographic display going on on my massage table.

I lost any form of rational thought when his head fell back and he moaned. I walked to the table and grabbed the wrist of the hand working himself and pulled it away. I put my hand around his cock and started stroking him I smiled when I watched him spread his legs wider.

"I dont want you to pay me for this," I said before I leaned down and slid my mouth down on him.

I smiled around him when I heard him cry out. I liked men that were vocal during sex. I knew I would never again be able to listen to his music without becoming extremely horny.

I slid my skirt and panties off just as he grabbed hold of my hips and lifted me so we were 69ing me ontop of him.

I tried to pull my hips away from him but he held fast and I pulled my head away from his cock and screamed as I came. He let go of my hips so I could slide down and adjust myself. I sat up on my knees and shrieked when he brought his hand down on my ass in a playful swat. I pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra before straddling his lap in a reverse cowgirl and slid down on his cock. I leaned back bracing my hands on the sides of the table his hands were on my hips and I started riding him quickly.

Soon I climbed off him and he slid off the table and bent me over his couch and reentered me from behind.

"Oh...god...fuck...harder" I gasped looking back at him and he caught me with his glare and I bit my bottom lip as he started going harder and deeper.

"Baby...god....your pussy feels so good..." he groaned.

His thrusting became faster and I knew he was getting close. I reached back with my hand and grabbed his hip and pushed him back. I turned and dropped to my knees and sucked him back into my mouth. I moaned around him as he grabbed my hair and started thrusting himself in and out of my mouth.

"Oh...fuck...im gonna cum..." He groaned.

With a loud growl he came down the back of my throat and I swallowed it all.

I noted his legs were a bot wobbly and I helped him sit down on his couch. I dressed and started packing all my stuff up.

"Why dont you want me to pay you for the extra stuff," he asked me when he was able to speak again.

"Because I dont do happy endings usually. Consider it a gift," I said smiling at him.

"Will you comeback," he asked me as he walked with me to my car.

"Sure, if you want me to," I said putting the stuff in my trunk and getting into my drivers seat.

I ended up becoming his personal massuse as well as his girlfriend several weeks after we first met.