euphoria

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by chanhoel

by chanhoel

COUGH COUGH
ight so before this fic starts I would like to introduce you to these fellow intellectuals
- littlebishounen
- equatedee
BC littlebishounen LOVES AND SUPPORTS ME AND IS A FELLOW SWITCH BAEKHYUN STAN AND equatedee BC SHE IS ALSO A SWITCH BAEKHYUN STAN AND I LUB HER
THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS

euphoria.
a word that always rings familiar to baekhyun's cold heart. the euphoria that comes with the orgasms he's reached with countless men, all of them being one night stands and bringing regret with them the next morning in the form of a burning backside and numerous bruises and marks left in a horny daze. it was all so familiar to baekhyun. exchanging sex for the rush of some cocaine up his nostrils or the comforting smell of marijuana, ever since he was young.
byun baekhyun, 25 years old, and runs the biggest drug gang in south korea.

baekhyun awoke at the early hours of the morning with the golden sun bleeding in through the windows, illuminating his soft but cold face. he always had a scowl on his face that either scared people away or took as a form of dominance, which was the embodiment of baekhyun himself. a beautiful man with a feminine face and body that contradicted his dominant stature and personality. he loved being in charge, even when he was just an 18 year old boy, a virgin but still as dominant as the next. that's what made all the men come back.
he sighs and looks at the sleeping man beside him, sleeping soundly and peacefully, almost as if he'd forgotten how baekhyun had just fucked him senseless hours before. baekhyun leaves the bed and dresses himself in his usual attire. a white shirt tucked into black dress pants and a jacket that had a beautiful golden dragon embroidered onto it. he fixes his messy black hair and applies his usual makeup that had been smudged since the sex session he'd just endulged in. he puts on his shoes and leaves the room, the regrets of last night trailing behind him like a killer ready to knife him, but always keeping his cold stance.

baekhyun had always been like this. a cunning vixen who used his body in exchange for the rush of whatever drug he'd pleased. it earned him the title of the biggest druglord in south korea.
even so, as much as he had all these men at his disposal, going between fucking them senseless or baekhyun himself getting pounded into hell, he never felt truly satisfied.
and he wanted to change that.

after a days of business, baekhyun always found that a good way to relieve his stress was to visit the strip club down from his huge mansion. he'd spend ages observing all the men dancing on the pole, flexible limbs around the cold metal, making him gulp.
after hours of sitting on the velvet couches with a cocktail in between his long fingers, he's considering leaving, but a man emerges from the curtains on the other side of the club and baekhyun immediately freezes.
the man is tall, almost like a giant, with protruding ears but a soft, heart melting smile with a mop of brown curly locks on his head. baekhyun's eyes divert from the taller mans face and instead focuses on his attire. upon doing this, baekhyun immediately feels his dick harden in his dress pants.
the male is wearing soft, white lacy panties with stockings held up by a carefully embroidered garter belt, showing his soft, plump thighs and ass, and around his neck is a collar that looks to baekhyun as if it reads "loey".
baekhyun watches him like a hunter watching it's prey, ready to pounce and eat him alive. the latters movements on the silver pole are slow and sexual, running his full thighs up and down on the pole with the thumping music in the background, mimicking baekhyun's heartbeat.
fuck.
a woman who is in his proximity, the owner of the club, tells baekhyun that the stripper is new to the club, and young too. 18 years old, and he wasn't familiar to any of this. hell, he's probably still a fucking virgin. baekhyun laughs at the thought.
he won't be after tonight.

he was going to request the young boy for the night.

the throbbing in baekhyun's pants is starting to become a problem, and as the man ends his dancing session, he steps off the podium and the woman that baekhyun was recently talking to directed chanyeol in his direction. baekhyun stands up and chanyeol smiles at him, nearly making baekhyun turn to jelly. chanyeol begins to walk in the direction of the private rooms for those "renting" clients. baekhyun orders chanyeol to lie down on the bed, and he complies, his long figure adorning the silk bedsheets.
"what's your name?" baekhyun's husky voice rings through the room, echoing with a beautiful melody to it. he is standing at the end of the queen sized bed, admiring the stripper on the sheets in front of him.
"c-chanyeol."
his name rolls of his tongue, and baekhyun hums in thought.
"well, chanyeol, I hope your vocal chords are ready," baekhyun purrs as he inches closer towards the submissive puppy. "because you'll be screaming mine like it's the only word you were ever taught."
chanyeol gulps.

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IT'S 4AM WHAT AM I DOING-