Strippers Boyfriend - Vkook

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"I highly doubt you'll end up with strings attatched to a person like me"

"What's wrong with a person like you?"  I ask.

"I do stuff that people don't like. I don't do relationships or couple shit. But sex is ok,"

He stretched his arms laying back on the bed, he then crosses his arms over his chest not seeming to notice that he still hadn't covered up the rest of him.

"Are you going to put some clothes on or...?" I trailed off trying to avert my eyes from his dick.

"Why? I'm not embarrassed. Why can't I be naked in my own home?"

"Because you have a guest who is very embarrassed!" I whine staring off to the other side of his room where he left his jacket.

"Earlier you begged for it so you can put up with it now," He chuckles crossing his arms behind his head smugly

"I never asked you to strip. You did that on your own!" I complain finally looking over to him.

"So you wanted me to fuck you with clothes on?" He chuckles, "No but I don't want to look at your naked body when I'm trying to talk,"

"Why? So sexy it's distracting?" I roll my eyes at his question, "No, and you're so toned it's disturbing. You've passed sexy at this point,"

"Least I've not got puppy fat" he pokes me in the side, "Least I have fat. Do you even eat?" I poke his thigh.

"Yes I do eat. I just work it off before it becomes fat," He pokes my thigh back.

"What do you want to work out for?" I ask slapping his hand away as he starts pinching at the fat on my thigh.

"I work out so I look good," I turn towards him trying to find a decent bit of fat to pinch on his body, "But who do you need to look good for? Seems like it takes a lot of effort,"

"I look good for me because I can" He flexes his arm in front of me, "Get your muscular ass arm out of my face, I will bite you"

"Wanna feel it?" He chuckles flexing it further, I leaned forward biting into his muscle.

He raises an eyebrow not moving his arm, "Having fun there baby?"

I bite harder groaning in annoyance that my method of punishment was failing.

He flicks my forehead causing me to stop, I pout crossing my arms. "What was that for?" I mumble wiping spit from my mouth.

"You left teeth marks in my arms that's Why," He wipes his arm against my shoulder.

"Ew stop, besides I warned you!" I use the blanket draped over my lap to rub my shoulder.

"Well didn't your mother ever teach you, you shouldn't bite?"

"She said I can bite when dickheads start flexing their obnoxiously muscular arms in my face,"

"Just because your jealous," he coos with a chuckle, "Why should I be jealous? Your skin is so tight you're like an alien,"

"My ass and muscles are tight. Unlike your little tooshie and your puppy fat" he grins a squared smile laughing a little.

"Don't insult my ass. Small is better than flabby," I mumble as I start scanning the floor for my underwear.

"I never insulted it. Only called it small. There is hardly an ass there. It's adorable,"

"Like yours is any better." I'm about to make another sarcastic comment when I'm interrupted by a loud growl from my stomach.