The Girl in the Mask || A Jungkook Fan Fiction

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4: Lap Dance

"Are you ready for the show, baby?"

Fuck, this girl would be the death of me, Jungkook thought as he pulled out the last string of resistance left in himself. He doesn't know how long this will last, but hopefully longer enough until he's given permission to touch the dancer. At least he hopes to be given an opportunity, because he thinks he will die if he'll leave this place without even having to lay a finger on her porcelain skin.

"Of course, Princess, unless you enjoy torturing me with your touch," the man replied under his breath, voice raspy as his throat had been dry since earlier. "But since you're a brat and such a tease, I'm pretty sure you already are."

Byul grinned evilly at the comment, letting her pink little tongue to escape her lips to run against the skin of the businessman's ear. She, then, proceeded in giving kittenish licks and kisses before playfully biting the flesh once again. The man cursed loudly as her hand sneaked its way to his clothed member once again, this time staying at the hard spot longer than a second, giving it a light squeeze before retracting the hand.

The dancer couldn't hold back her giggles upon hearing the profanities from the man, clearly enjoying whatever she's doing, which is also a first for her.

"On my lap now, kitten, before I do it myself." The voice came off dominantly – the authoritative tone making Byul felt some tingling sensation straight to the flesh between her thighs. She almost whined in submission, which she thankfully managed to prevent from happening.

She almost missed the change in the endearment used; surprisingly liking the new one now that the sexual tension in the air became thicker.

"What if I want you to do it? Let's see if we can put these tight muscles of yours into use," she whispered against his ears, dragging her hand upwards to his arms and giving the muscle a squeeze. She was not surprised when she found his arms as hard as his thighs.

"Are you sure, kitten?" There was a smirk ghosting in Jungkook's lips and Byul swore that she never saw lips as sexy as his.

She gulped heavily, her throat suddenly turning dry at the turning of the tables with Jungkook now gaining dominance. This made her want to pull the request back and climb into his lap herself, but the desire to figure out how strong her Jungkook had become overpowered her system, though at the back of her mind, she secretly wanted this man to manhandle her with that thick arms.

She probably has a strength kink, she discovered.

"A hundred percent sure."

The next thing she knew, a pair of strong arms were holding her hips and she squealed in shock as she was already being lifted into the air and placed completely on top of Jungkook's lap, her knees on either side of the man. She didn't have enough time to be embarrassed about her little high-pitched squeak when she felt something hard under her core, realizing then that it was the man's hard boner – her hard-earned achievement from her previous teasing. She felt blood rushing to her face, suddenly swallowing the confidence she hardly built.

He's big, she thought, even now that he's still caged inside the confines of his pants. For an unknown reason, her mouth completely turned dry at the image of her best friend's manhood, long and thick and veiny and –

"Cat got your tongue now, hmmm, kitten?" The deep baritone voice brought her out of her obscene stupor. "Or my very hard boner did?"

"O-of course, n-not," she stammered, mentally cursing herself for showing weakness. "I was just... surprised."