Strippers Boyfriend - Vkook

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"You're cute when you're squirming,"

"Wouldn't have to squirm if you knew when to stop," He shrugs, "I like it when you squirm,"

"Why?" I ask leaning back against the chair, "It's cute,"

"I'd squirm a lot more if you just fucked me normally,"

"Well you wanted me to dance for you, and then you wanted me to touch you. I can't do that and fuck you all at the same time"

"Stop making me sound needy..." I pout closing my legs, "Aww but you are," He grins ruffling my hand as he moves to unhand-cuff me.

"Am not,"

"Are too~"

"How am I needy?"

"You know you are, you go all whiney and mushy when you want it,"

"... Doesn't make me needy,"

"It does~"

"Fine, I wont do it then."

"I never said stop," he says as the cuffs come off, "But you're complaining I'm too needy, besides it's embarrassing,"

"I have told you soooo many times~ embarrasment only makes it better,"

"And I have told you soooo many times that for me it's just embarrassing,"

"Oh well, it's hot,"

"Asshole..."

"You know it," He sits on the floor infront of my chair, "Don't you wanna do anything about it?" I pout leaning down to look at him.

"What you mean?" He raises an eyebrow at me, "Are you really fine with being an ass?"

"Well, yeah."

I sigh leaning back in the chair, "I'm not begging you for anything ever again,"

"Sure about that?" He stands on his knees his hands leaning either side of my legs on the chair.

"Yes. Unless you magically become a better person," He leans his face closer to mine "I'm an ok person already,"

"But you're also an asshole, you said it yourself,"

"Yeah I am. So what?"

"So I don't wanna do what assholes want me to do,"

"But you still do anyway, or you wouldn't be here right now. Would you?"

"Didn't realize you were an asshole until a few seconds ago so doesn't count,"

"Does to." He pecks my lips, I push him away, "Why do you want to be an asshole?"

He sits back on the floor "I dont want to be. I just am,"

"You don't have to be, you could be nice to people if you wanted to,"

"But whats the fun in that?

"I'd do whatever you want?"

"You do that anyway"

"But I had limits and I'm not doing anything for you anymore,"

"Fine," He says with a huff, "As in you're gonna do it?"

"As in whatever," he crosses his arms, I sigh sadly, crossing my ankles before looking him in the eye.

He sighs drawing a circle on my shin, "Am I really asking for that much?" I mutter quietly.

"I can't just change. I am how I am..."

"I only want you to care how I feel about the shit you do to me, not asking for a brain transplant,"