Strippers Boyfriend - Vkook

8

"Really?" I shuffle to sit against a pillow, "I'd rather you didn't, but if it stops you from whining, sure,"

"You're whining that I didn't warn you!"

"No, I'm whining that you think you're sticky when I'm the sticky one here,"

"Well you were on top of me, it's on the both of us," He rolls his eyes again dabbing his chest with a tissue, "You're bottom though. Getting messy is practically your job,"

"Well... you're rude" I pout, "But you'd look so sexy covered in my cum." He says caressing my chin.

I blush slightly "Well... don't do it down my throat and maybe it would work."

"But it looks good down your chin too," He sits next to me leaning back against the sofa.

"Well unless you can cum twice in one go,"

"I could always just take pictures of each time," He winks, flashing his phone at me.

"You are not having nudes of me" I say nudging his shoulder, "What if I said I already have a couple?"

"You didn't!" I say trying to reach for his phone. "NopeNopeNope Nooo," He pulls his phone out of my reach.

"At least show me the pictures" I whine. "Fine." He unlocks his phone going into his camera roll.

He holds the phone showing me a picture of my hands gripping the ties in black and white.

I scroll through the next few pictures where I was unidentifiable... until I got to a picture of me from the shoulders  up. I had sweaty hair and I was biting my lip with a look pleasure.

"I'm going to kill you. Delete this!"

"Hell no you look hot as fuck" He turns off the phone. "If anyone else ever sees these I will kill you,"

"They are only mine,"

I scroll to the next few glaring between my erotic facial expressions and Taehyung, "I hate you."

"Don't look so hot then," he hums. "I can look as hot as I want, asshole,"

"Then I can take as many pictures as I want," He pokes his tounge out at me, "I swear this is illegal,"

"Nope. There are no life damaging pictures here. Just your sexy face,"

"It's embarrassing!"

"Embarrassment only makes it hotter~"

"Again, only for you,"

"It's me with the pictures isn't it?" I glare at him trying to snatch the phone again. "Pictures. Of. Me."

"Daddy wants them so deal with it,"

"Master wants pictures of you too," I smirk sassily.

"No. Baby ain't going to get pictures of daddy or baby doesn't get a round 2,"

"Who says you'll know about the pictures, kitten," I run my fingers through his hair down to his neck.

"Daddy will spank your ass if you don't stop,"

"Master will spank your ass harder,"

He pushes me back straddling my stomach "Stop."

I laugh, pulling him down to me by his neck, "Why should I?"

"You are my bottom. Stop. Being. Stubborn,"

"Wouldn't of said that if you knew me a couple years ago, ask Jimin if you ever see him,"

I grab onto his waist pulling him into a kiss, he kisses me back slightly harder them I would've liked but I kiss with similar enthusiasm.

I push him away caressing his face, "I still need a break kitten,"

"That's it I'm spanking your ass,"

"I thought you were gonna do that anyway," I chuckle pushing him off me with my foot.

He falls into the floor. "I was gonna go easy on you. But stubborn baby don't deserve that"

"You literally said you'd go hard, but now you're going easy?"

"There is my level hard. And there is someone like you hard. They are way different.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can go so hard you'll cry," I sigh licking my lips, "Wish I kept the pepper spray Namjoon gave me for the first time I came to see you..."

"You brought pepper spray? I'm touched,"

"I was worried about going to a random strangers house. Namjoon gave me pepper spray since I wouldn't stop being paranoid and I was talking to him,"

"Well that Namjoon has the right idea,"

"Other than the fact he only did it to stop me whining... I still appreciate it though,"

"You do whine a lot,"

"I know, wouldn't if someone just asked me about how I was doing occasionally though. Keeping stuff bottled up and not whining is hard, it's gotta come out eventually,"

"Talk to random people" He suggests with a shrug, "It's weird, the only random person I talk to is you and I always regret it,"

"Least the sex is good" he grins.

"You take pictures of me without my consent and threaten to make me cry..."

"Didn't threaten. Just said I have in the past made people cry"

"Yeah, Yeah, whatever you say,"

"So you used to dance right?" He asks leaning against the sofa.

"Yeah, shit now though..."

"Would you ever go back to it?"

"Can't," I respond bluntly leaning my head on my hand.

"Why not?" He tilts his head slightly, "No talent, no jobs, Namjoon would kick me out... there's a lot of reasons,"

"Namjoon would kick you out? Why would he do that?" I shrug, "Says dancing is a useless hobby I never should've started. He only forgave it cause I started when I was like four,"

"That's rude, dancing can be a serious career"

"Can it? I could never get a job. Jimin said he found one but I got angry at him for giving me false hope and shit. So he could never tell me what the job was,"

"It probably wasn't false hope. He probably did get a job that was in dance"

"I didn't say it wasn't in dance. Dancers just don't get good jobs. It was foolish of me to ever think I could live off of my passion,"

"There are plenty of dancing jobs" He says quite defensively, "Where were they in the four years me and Jimin were looking for them?"

"Somewhere where you weren't looking"

"Like where? I even tried to work at a bloody children's party!"

"Theatres? Clubs? Dance shows? I dunno" I give a frustrated sigh crossing my arms.

"Tried them all. The furthest we got was YouTube and any dumbass with a camera and a wifi connection can do that,"

"Well you used to be good"

"How would you know? Not like you saw the videos,"

"I may have searched your name..."

"Ugh... you saw Jimin too then?"

"Yup. He's hot" he smiles with a chuckle, "Hm. And a better dancer than my sorry ass,"

"You were better than him. Your movements had emotion to them" I pout curling into a ball on the sofa.

"Oh well. Too late now, even if I did find a job I'd have no where to stay. And I don't know how to dance well anymore,"