-peeks head around door- Heeey there remember me? Kekekeke Admin R here with a request for and Onho threesome! Say whaaaaaa???? Onho…wow…just…yeah this is a ickle different ;) ~ Admin R
The pounding music could be heard reverberating off the concrete walls, steadily growing louder as you approached your destination, arms linked with your best friends as you grew more and more curious about where they had decided to take you for your twenty-first birthday.
When you finally saw the large queue spiralling around the block from the neon pink sign covering as much as a third of the building itself, you halted before attempting to turn on your heels. Your friends however, had put you right in the middle and the friendly arm links suddenly became vice grips as you were pulled back towards the busy club.
“No! No! No! No! NO! There is no way in hell I am going to a strip club!” you protested, kicking your black ballet flats out to try deter them. All it did was make you look like a large child having a tantrum.
Your friends just giggled, pulling you closer to your doom, “C’mon, ______-ah! It’ll be fun! Plus you only turn twenty one once!”
Your other two friends nodded along, “I’ve heard that the male strippers in here are legendary.” One jittered excitedly, the other nodding vigorously along,
“Sometimes you have to book weeks in advance to be certain you get in since the line is always so long.”
You rolled your eyes at their behaviour, “And what makes you think we’ll even get in then? Why are we wasting our time?”
Your closest friend simply laughed, “Well we weren’t stupid enough to come without a booking so like it or not, we’re getting in.”
“But it’s my birthday!” you whined, trying to escape desperately one last time.
“Exactly! And this will make it so that it’s a birthday you’ll never forget.”
You knew you were doomed as soon as you saw the club, relenting finally and hoping you didn’t regret it too much.
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Thirty minutes and you were still regretting it. Since you had pre-booked reservations, you were able to cut the line and get inside the dimly lit club much to your chagrin.
Dry ice misted over the floor, around circular tables that were all facing towards a large catwalk like stage, breaking off into branches around the clubs perimeter.
You were nursing your second cocktail, looking anywhere but at the attractive males serving you as various strippers took their turn centre stage.
Your friends or the friends you wished you didn’t know right about now, were enjoying the show to the full. Beyond tipsy they whistled and called at the countless attractive men dancing for them, nearly fainting when they noticed them and just about dying when they decided to give them a private show.
In an attempt to avoid your friend as she made out with a half-naked stranger, you, you swerved around the various waiters to the bar where an equally attractive male took your order for another cocktail even though you had yet to finish your second.
If only to have your back to the stage, then you would sit at that bar all night until your friends were done.
With your chin resting on your hand as you swirling the straw in yours colourful alcoholic concoction you failed to see the solitary man pause in his stride as he caught sight of you.
His long bangs fell fully into his eyes as he cocked his head in curiosity, his eyes raking over your figure as a smirk crept onto his mouth before making his way to your awkward form.
“You don’t seem to be enjoying the show, gorgeous.” You raised your head at the voice to see a guy who should have been on that stage himself. A grey blazer fell over an expensive looking dress shirt. His hair nearly glowed as the neon lights bounced off the silky locks. You just wanted to run your hands through it. He flipped his bangs, throwing them out of his eyes; the dark orbs looking down at your seductively as his tongue peeked out unconsciously.
You shook yourself when you realised you were staring, “Oh umm, this isn’t really my kind of place.”
He raised perfectly arched eyebrow, leaning against the bar counter beside you, “Doesn’t every woman want beautiful men serving their every wish?” he asked curiously, his long fingers tapping lazily on the bars surface.
“Not necessarily…” you replied quietly. You weren’t sure if he heard you over the loud music.
His eyebrows raised delicately, “Beautiful women then?”
You choked slightly as you sipped your drink at his comment, feeling his warm hand pat your back lightly as he stared at you curiously.
When you finally met his eye again, a blush was strewn across your face, “No! I mean…” you looked away from his piercing gaze, “I like men-”
“But you don’t know what to do in this sort of place?” he chuckled, finishing your sentence.
You blushed harder as you folded your arms self-consciously.
Shaking his head, he took your hands in his, effectively unfolding them again as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I think I might be able to help with that.”
You shivered involuntarily as his breath fell on your ear, your nerves hyperaware of his closeness, “What do you know about strip clubs?”
He pulled back at your sharp question. Usually woman were already naked by the time he got to this point. Letting out a bark of laughter his eyes sparkled as he caught your confused eyes,
“Honey, I own this place. I happen to know a thing or two.”
You felt your eyes grow to the size of saucepans as embarrassment filled you. Memory after memory of you telling him this wasn’t your kind of place set in on after the other.
Shit, I basically insulted this guy’s entire profession… you thought, kicking yourself.
He seemed to notice your change in demeanour, as well as the confliction covering your face causing him to smile slightly at your innocence.
Innocence he’d very much like to rip from you right then and there.
“Why don’t we sit through the rest of the show and then I can…assist you.” He put out, his eyes shamelessly raking your body. You could clearly see him, but part of you, a very deep and hidden part, wanted him to look. Wanted him to keep looking and like what he saw.
You felt yourself nod, heart hammering as he took hold of your hand, entwining his long fingers with your own and leading you back to your table.
You barely registered the curious looks from your friends. Well, the friends who were still around. You spotted your best friend in a dark corner, fingers tangled in the dark mess of a gorgeous man, sinful guyliner and only a pair of tight leather trousers on as he dominated your friend before pushing her into a cleverly concealed doorway.
Well, you knew you wouldn’t be seeing her till the morning. Or the morning after that.
“Are they allowed do that?” you asked the mysterious man currently keeping your company.
He, who had been observing the performances, turned his full attention back to you, “Allowed to do what?” he looked over your shoulder to see the hidden door close behind your friend and her lover, “you mean fuck the clients?”
Your cheeks heated at his crass language but you nodded slightly all the same.
“Sweetheart, they can fuck who they want as long as it’s consensual and doesn’t affect their performance the next night.”
You looked back at the now empty corner before turning back to the man, “You must be very lenient to let them do that while they work.”
He shrugged with a roll of his shoulder, “What can I say, it helps with their hip action.”
His eyes bore into yours, his teeth grabbing his bottom lip before releasing it. You didn’t stop him as he leaned in towards you, “I must say, I haven’t had help with my hip action in far too long.” His teeth, that had you mesmerised as they worried his lip grasped your earlobe as his tongue ran over the flesh lightly.
You visibly gasped at his ministrations, his hand coming up to cup your neck closer to him as he bit down from your ear, dragging his tongue down your neck before returning to your ear again,
“My name is Onew by the way…” he murmured huskily.
Before you had a chance to reply the music suddenly stopped. Onew’s face turned away from you as the lighting dimmed to near nonexistence.
“Ah.” He said to himself before turning back to you, “This might change your mind about strip clubs.”
As he finished his sentence, a single light filtered from the high room, landing on a tall man.
His face shrouded in the shadow of the light didn’t hinder your capability to see how beautiful he was. Attired in tight white trousers, edged with black and a blazer that was sinfully revealing it wasn’t until he raised his head, his large sultry eyes boring into yours that you knew there was no going back.
He didn’t perform to the extent of the others, but his every move held you captivated. His dark eyes looking towards you really weren’t helping matters.
His hand clenched in his hair, he dragged it down his face and body as the slow, sensual music started, his body moving fluidly.
As one hand moved down his body, the other followed suit, except it trailed from his right thigh, over his naval where it met the other hand.
A devilish smirk swept across his face as he tore the blazer open, a stark difference to the previous dancers. His brutal treatment of the jacket had you squirming in your seat.
Your body only heated up further as his hand lay to rest on his crotch, covering the evident bulge through the white fabric. His hips swerved and gyrated slowly but he never made any other movement to remove his clothing.
Rather, the sight of his head thrown back as his hips moved scandalously to the music, eyes closed and mouth open was enough to have every woman in the room soaking with desire for this man.
“Minho’s talented for a newcomer isn’t he?” Onew mused beside you, dragging you attention from the porn star worthy stripper to the equally desirable and just as mysterious Onew.
“New?” you looked back, disappointment filling you as the music finally came to a stop and the light shut off on the stage, effectively removing him from sight.
“Hired him just last week but the kid knows how to use his body. Even if he is in a little need of…training.”
You were about to reply when someone called Onew’s attention. Tsking, he dragged his finger along your cheek as he stood, “I’ll be back sweetheart.”
You watched him leave as realisation hit. There you were ogling over two men, not just men, strippers who seemed to both just get under your skin.
Fresh air sounded like heaven all of a sudden and you were eager to clear your head of all these thoughts.
If only you had been lucky enough to make it to the balcony-terrace. As you made your way through crowds of people your arm was snatched, roughly pulling you into a concealed hallway.
You would have been amazed that a hallway with at least six doors on either wall could go unnoticed, but you were slightly preoccupied with the lips currently smashed against yours.
Gasping, you only gave the stranger the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth as his lower body came in contact with your own. Grinding his hips slowly, your eyes flew open. The stranger pulled back to reveal the stripper, Minho, you had been so enthralled with.
One hand digging into your hip while the other planted itself on the wall by your head, he was even more gorgeous up close.
His dark hair fell into equally dark eyes. His eyes, bigger than any you’d ever seen and lust licking through their dark flaming orbs.
“I saw you watching me.” He whispered. Oh God, his voice. You thought helplessly as the rich, deep rumble fell from his lips. It only made him more attractive.
“There…there were lots of people watching you.” You stuttered, trying to keep your voice even.
He smirked, “Yeah. But I saw YOU watching me.” His lips found yours again without warning but all you found yourself doing was tangling your hands in his soft hair, desperate to feel as much of him as possible.
Your tongues rolled over each other, not breaking for breath as his head tilted to deepen the kiss even further. When you finally did need to break away from each other for air, he was quick to attack your jaw with butterfly kisses,
“Do you know how hard you got me? Those innocent little eyes looking at me…all I could think about was taking you. Right there on stage.”
You moaned at his dirty talking, hardly able to believe something like this was happening, that you were letting something like this happen.
That didn’t stop you from letting him drag you further down that hidden hallway, your lips staying connected as he fished for the handle of the nearest door. When he finally got it open, you were thrown inside before being slammed you against the closed door.
Your nails raked down his chest, still bare from his performance as his jacket hung redundant on his shoulders. He growled at the stinging that your nails sent through his body, pulling your hips to his own and grinding hard against you.
You let your head fall back as his hand gripped your hair. You felt the pressure he put on your head, forcing you to your knees as he stared down at you.
He said nothing but arched a perfect eyebrow but that was all you needed to run your hands all over his thighs, across the band of his thin trousers.
“Don’t tease me…” he snarled.
“Mmmm,” you could only moan at his demands. In your mind you were screaming at yourself, you never did anything like this. But that screaming was getting quieter and quieter the closer you got to the impressive bulge Minho’s trousers mounded around. Fuck it, it was your birthday and you were going to enjoy it.
Fishing into his trousers, you stroked his cock once, twice, before releasing it from its restraint and tightening your grip on him, revelling in the hiss that escaped his lips.
You gulped at his size, meeting his dark gaze once before steeling yourself and licking the tip lightly with the tip of your tongue.
His head fell back as a drawn out groan left those gorgeous lips, going right to your core which was getting wetter by the moment.
Encasing his cock in your mouth fully, you sucked the head, dragging your tongue over it as his hands tangled in your hair, pushing you to take more of him.
“C’mon beautiful.” He rasped above you as you steadily took more and more of him in till he hit the back of your throat. He relaxed slightly when he felt you gag.
Finding your pace, one of your hands gripped the base of his cock as you bobbed your head. Your other hand snaked up his thigh to his abdomen where you gasped when you felt him take your finger in his mouth, mimicking the actions you were doing to his cock.
He steadily started thrusting into your mouth and you moaned around him at his dominance. You had never had a guy like him before, one that was so sure of what he wanted and not afraid to take it. It was turning you on more than you could imagine.
You sucked on him harder, taking his pants and whimpers of pleasure to determine what he liked as his thrusts became shallow. He was close, but the door opening again had you both pausing.
You removed Minho’s cock from your mouth hastily. You tried not to let the growl of annoyance that emitted from Minho drive you crazy but Onew leaning on the doorframe was distracting you sufficiently.
You made to stand but Minho’s hand on your shoulder stopped you. He didn’t seem fazed being seen naked by his boss but you did and you were fully clothed!
“Can we help you? As you can see, this rooms taken.” Minho growled at the other man.
Onew didn’t reply, his eyes falling from Minho’s down to yours, smirking, “Seems you found a reason to enjoy strip clubs sweetheart.” He made his way further into the room, “I feel so abandoned now.”
You opened you mouth to reply but were rendered speechless when Onew made his way towards the two of you, catching the back of Minho’s head and smashing his lips against him.
Your eyes widened as Minho moaned helplessly, Onew deepening the kiss before breaking it to look at you heatedly, “You were in the middle of something right? Don’t keep him waiting now…”
You blinked at him a few times as he went back to kissing your stripper, his hands running down the younger man’s snapping you out of your daze. This was getting crazy and insanely hot and you loved every bit of it.
You took Minho’s cock back in your mouth suddenly, moaning at the strangled cry that he made, muffled by Onew’s tongue. You picked up your former pace, stroking the base you couldn’t reach as you sucked him deeper, creating suction at the tip which always seemed to make him whimper.
Hearing such a dominant guys cries was doing something to you and you didn’t want it to stop.
You increased your pace as he began thrusting frantically in your mouth, his cries muffled by Onew’s lips as his hands trailed along the older man body, unbuttoning his expensive shirt to touch the burning flesh underneath.
You looked up at their tangled bodies, moaning around Minho causing him to break from Onew, looking down at you heated, panting for breath as he stroked your hair lovingly.
You met his eyes before they closed as Onew moved behind him to remove the jacket he had no further need of, kissing his neck delicately, biting it occasionally.
As his head fell against Onew’s shoulder his pants became shallow and you focused on his cock again, bobbing faster, tightening your grip. That must have done it because with a cry he came in your mouth, suddenly. You moaned at the sticky substance shooting down your throat.
Removing his cock from your mouth, you swallowed before standing.
You were immediately taken by Onew, who kissed you harshly, licking the remainder of Minho’s come off the corner of your lip, groaning at the salty taste before capturing your lips again.
He pushed you backwards, your lips still attached as your knees hit the edge of the bed. You let yourself drop onto the soft mattress, shifting yourself further into it as Onew prowled on top of you, growling as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.
“We’re going to make you scream sweetheart.” He whispered huskily, licking along your lip before shoving it into your mouth, his hands grasping your thigh, pushing your dress further up.
You felt your eyes all close as Onew kissed the skin your dress revealed when another pair of hands found your legs. Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Minho kiss up your leg, now completely naked as he stared into your eyes, kissing the inside of your knee.
Onew finally stripped you, massaging your breasts through the thin layer of your bra. You mewled at his touch, arching your back as both sets of hands sent bolts of pleasure through your body.
“Hmmm do you like that sweetheart?” Onew whispered, his head falling into your neck where he gave you a similar treatment to Minho, licking and biting his way down to your collarbones where he sucked harshly.
His hand snaked around your back to unclasp your bra and one of your peeked buds was in hi mouth before you could properly register that you were pretty much naked.
Letting your head fall back, your eyes fell on the dark man getting dangerously close to your dripping core, his fingers dancing along the hem of your panties.
You moaned to edge him on, shifting your hips closer to him as he raised his eyes slowly to yours, smirking before ripping through the material of your panties.
You gasped as his hot breath fell on your centre, too far gone to feel embarrassed as you bucked your hips in need. They had both teased you so much the entire night that the simplest of touches had your body set alight.
Your back arches higher as Minho dragged his tongue slowly along your slit, moaning at your taste as he made sure to give your clit a touch of his tongue as he finished.
“Mmm Hyung…she taste so good.” He groaned, before burying his face in your wetness, dipping his tongue into you as he assaulted you. Your hips bucked involuntarily as he inserted three finger into you roughly, causing you to whimper in pain and pleasure.
Onew wasn’t helping matters as he sucked on your nipples, biting and marking them while his hand took care of the other.
You head fell back with a cry as Minho hit that one spot in you, making Onew’s eyes flash with desire. He left your breast, standing before removing the rest of his clothes. Through your haze of pleasure you felt your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. You’d never seen one as big before and it intimidated you as well as wanting it inside you.
Biting his lip, he pulled Minho’s hair roughly, separating him from you as the younger stood.
“I want her first. You can have her later.” He growled before licking the corners of Minho’s mouth, currently glistening with your juices.
You hadn’t even come yet but the hurdles both of them were putting you through was tiring you out to the point of madness. Both of them knew what they were doing, and they were doing it well.
You watched as Minho took a seat in a chair opposite the bed, where he began stroking himself slowly, biting his lip as he looked you in the eye, “Make me moan for you…” he whimpered as your thighs were pulled towards Onew.
You turned your attention back to Onew as he aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance. Gripping his shoulders you pushed yourself closer to him,
“Eager are we?” He chuckled before ramming into you in one thrust.
You were sure your scream must have been heard throughout the club as his size stretched you beyond imagination. Your nails digging into his back, you revelled in the kisses he peppered along your neck and face.
Whimpering, you told him to move, his thrusts steadily building to a rougher pace, his fingers bruising your thighs as he held you closer. He kept eye contact with you and Minho’s moans from across the room were only serving to drive you crazier as your vision blurred.
Onews’ hips snapped into yours as he drilled into you unforgivingly. He angled his hips perfectly, hitting that one spot Minho had found earlier and you saw white as you screamed both their names.
It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge, your orgasm sweeping through you like an avalanche. You felt Onew remove himself from you, pumping himself quickly before groaning as he spilled himself on your stomach.
You panted at the sight of his head thrown back, his mouth open as he was drained of every last drop but your attention was soon changed as you were flipped suddenly, another cock filling you without notice.
You cried out, sensitive and sore as it began pounding into you. You looked back, Minho leaning over your back to kiss you passionately,
“Sorry…” he mumbled, thrusting hard a few times before reverting to the long fast strokes he had been doing before. Onew had since fallen at the head of the bed, watching the two of you lazily as Minho fucked you senseless.
Your arms felt weak as he continued to pound into you, his hand coming round to play with your clit as you felt your body quiver from the amount of pleasure you had already been subjected to and the amount you were still receiving.
“Minho…I can’t…” you sobbed as you felt your orgasm build up again.
“Come for me.” He panted, rutting into you harder.
His voice was all it took for you to completely lose yourself again, falling on the bed as you came for the second time. Minho wasn’t far behind you, crying out in pleasure as he came inside you, thrusting weakly as he rode out his orgasm.
Collapsing on your other side, Minho threw an arm around you, snuggling closer as you looked at Onew who was smirking at you before he kissed you gently.
“I’ll give you a keycard. Come visit us whenever you like sweetheart.”
You felt yourself blush but sleep was overcoming you. Onew only chuckled and kissed your forehead, “I’ll give it to you after you’ve rested lovely.”

Well, you’re friends were right about something. It was definitely a birthday you’d never forget!

-peeks head around door- Heeey there remember me? Kekekeke Admin R here with a request for and Onho threesome! Say whaaaaaa???? Onho…wow…just…yeah this is a ickle different ;) ~ Admin R

The pounding music could be heard reverberating off the concrete walls, steadily growing louder as you approached your destination, arms linked with your best friends as you grew more and more curious about where they had decided to take you for your twenty-first birthday.

When you finally saw the large queue spiralling around the block from the neon pink sign covering as much as a third of the building itself, you halted before attempting to turn on your heels. Your friends however, had put you right in the middle and the friendly arm links suddenly became vice grips as you were pulled back towards the busy club.

“No! No! No! No! NO! There is no way in hell I am going to a strip club!” you protested, kicking your black ballet flats out to try deter them. All it did was make you look like a large child having a tantrum.

Your friends just giggled, pulling you closer to your doom, “C’mon, ______-ah! It’ll be fun! Plus you only turn twenty one once!”

Your other two friends nodded along, “I’ve heard that the male strippers in here are legendary.” One jittered excitedly, the other nodding vigorously along,

“Sometimes you have to book weeks in advance to be certain you get in since the line is always so long.”

You rolled your eyes at their behaviour, “And what makes you think we’ll even get in then? Why are we wasting our time?”

Your closest friend simply laughed, “Well we weren’t stupid enough to come without a booking so like it or not, we’re getting in.”

“But it’s my birthday!” you whined, trying to escape desperately one last time.

“Exactly! And this will make it so that it’s a birthday you’ll never forget.”

You knew you were doomed as soon as you saw the club, relenting finally and hoping you didn’t regret it too much.

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Thirty minutes and you were still regretting it. Since you had pre-booked reservations, you were able to cut the line and get inside the dimly lit club much to your chagrin.

Dry ice misted over the floor, around circular tables that were all facing towards a large catwalk like stage, breaking off into branches around the clubs perimeter.

You were nursing your second cocktail, looking anywhere but at the attractive males serving you as various strippers took their turn centre stage.

Your friends or the friends you wished you didn’t know right about now, were enjoying the show to the full. Beyond tipsy they whistled and called at the countless attractive men dancing for them, nearly fainting when they noticed them and just about dying when they decided to give them a private show.

In an attempt to avoid your friend as she made out with a half-naked stranger, you, you swerved around the various waiters to the bar where an equally attractive male took your order for another cocktail even though you had yet to finish your second.

If only to have your back to the stage, then you would sit at that bar all night until your friends were done.

With your chin resting on your hand as you swirling the straw in yours colourful alcoholic concoction you failed to see the solitary man pause in his stride as he caught sight of you.

His long bangs fell fully into his eyes as he cocked his head in curiosity, his eyes raking over your figure as a smirk crept onto his mouth before making his way to your awkward form.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying the show, gorgeous.” You raised your head at the voice to see a guy who should have been on that stage himself. A grey blazer fell over an expensive looking dress shirt. His hair nearly glowed as the neon lights bounced off the silky locks. You just wanted to run your hands through it. He flipped his bangs, throwing them out of his eyes; the dark orbs looking down at your seductively as his tongue peeked out unconsciously.

You shook yourself when you realised you were staring, “Oh umm, this isn’t really my kind of place.”

He raised perfectly arched eyebrow, leaning against the bar counter beside you, “Doesn’t every woman want beautiful men serving their every wish?” he asked curiously, his long fingers tapping lazily on the bars surface.

“Not necessarily…” you replied quietly. You weren’t sure if he heard you over the loud music.

His eyebrows raised delicately, “Beautiful women then?”

You choked slightly as you sipped your drink at his comment, feeling his warm hand pat your back lightly as he stared at you curiously.

When you finally met his eye again, a blush was strewn across your face, “No! I mean…” you looked away from his piercing gaze, “I like men-”

“But you don’t know what to do in this sort of place?” he chuckled, finishing your sentence.

You blushed harder as you folded your arms self-consciously.

Shaking his head, he took your hands in his, effectively unfolding them again as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I think I might be able to help with that.”

You shivered involuntarily as his breath fell on your ear, your nerves hyperaware of his closeness, “What do you know about strip clubs?”

He pulled back at your sharp question. Usually woman were already naked by the time he got to this point. Letting out a bark of laughter his eyes sparkled as he caught your confused eyes,

“Honey, I own this place. I happen to know a thing or two.”

You felt your eyes grow to the size of saucepans as embarrassment filled you. Memory after memory of you telling him this wasn’t your kind of place set in on after the other.

Shit, I basically insulted this guy’s entire profession… you thought, kicking yourself.

He seemed to notice your change in demeanour, as well as the confliction covering your face causing him to smile slightly at your innocence.

Innocence he’d very much like to rip from you right then and there.

“Why don’t we sit through the rest of the show and then I can…assist you.” He put out, his eyes shamelessly raking your body. You could clearly see him, but part of you, a very deep and hidden part, wanted him to look. Wanted him to keep looking and like what he saw.

You felt yourself nod, heart hammering as he took hold of your hand, entwining his long fingers with your own and leading you back to your table.

You barely registered the curious looks from your friends. Well, the friends who were still around. You spotted your best friend in a dark corner, fingers tangled in the dark mess of a gorgeous man, sinful guyliner and only a pair of tight leather trousers on as he dominated your friend before pushing her into a cleverly concealed doorway.

Well, you knew you wouldn’t be seeing her till the morning. Or the morning after that.

“Are they allowed do that?” you asked the mysterious man currently keeping your company.

He, who had been observing the performances, turned his full attention back to you, “Allowed to do what?” he looked over your shoulder to see the hidden door close behind your friend and her lover, “you mean fuck the clients?”

Your cheeks heated at his crass language but you nodded slightly all the same.

“Sweetheart, they can fuck who they want as long as it’s consensual and doesn’t affect their performance the next night.”

You looked back at the now empty corner before turning back to the man, “You must be very lenient to let them do that while they work.”

He shrugged with a roll of his shoulder, “What can I say, it helps with their hip action.”

His eyes bore into yours, his teeth grabbing his bottom lip before releasing it. You didn’t stop him as he leaned in towards you, “I must say, I haven’t had help with my hip action in far too long.” His teeth, that had you mesmerised as they worried his lip grasped your earlobe as his tongue ran over the flesh lightly.

You visibly gasped at his ministrations, his hand coming up to cup your neck closer to him as he bit down from your ear, dragging his tongue down your neck before returning to your ear again,

“My name is Onew by the way…” he murmured huskily.

Before you had a chance to reply the music suddenly stopped. Onew’s face turned away from you as the lighting dimmed to near nonexistence.

“Ah.” He said to himself before turning back to you, “This might change your mind about strip clubs.”

As he finished his sentence, a single light filtered from the high room, landing on a tall man.

His face shrouded in the shadow of the light didn’t hinder your capability to see how beautiful he was. Attired in tight white trousers, edged with black and a blazer that was sinfully revealing it wasn’t until he raised his head, his large sultry eyes boring into yours that you knew there was no going back.

He didn’t perform to the extent of the others, but his every move held you captivated. His dark eyes looking towards you really weren’t helping matters.

His hand clenched in his hair, he dragged it down his face and body as the slow, sensual music started, his body moving fluidly.

As one hand moved down his body, the other followed suit, except it trailed from his right thigh, over his naval where it met the other hand.

A devilish smirk swept across his face as he tore the blazer open, a stark difference to the previous dancers. His brutal treatment of the jacket had you squirming in your seat.

Your body only heated up further as his hand lay to rest on his crotch, covering the evident bulge through the white fabric. His hips swerved and gyrated slowly but he never made any other movement to remove his clothing.

Rather, the sight of his head thrown back as his hips moved scandalously to the music, eyes closed and mouth open was enough to have every woman in the room soaking with desire for this man.

“Minho’s talented for a newcomer isn’t he?” Onew mused beside you, dragging you attention from the porn star worthy stripper to the equally desirable and just as mysterious Onew.

“New?” you looked back, disappointment filling you as the music finally came to a stop and the light shut off on the stage, effectively removing him from sight.

“Hired him just last week but the kid knows how to use his body. Even if he is in a little need of…training.”

You were about to reply when someone called Onew’s attention. Tsking, he dragged his finger along your cheek as he stood, “I’ll be back sweetheart.”

You watched him leave as realisation hit. There you were ogling over two men, not just men, strippers who seemed to both just get under your skin.

Fresh air sounded like heaven all of a sudden and you were eager to clear your head of all these thoughts.

If only you had been lucky enough to make it to the balcony-terrace. As you made your way through crowds of people your arm was snatched, roughly pulling you into a concealed hallway.

You would have been amazed that a hallway with at least six doors on either wall could go unnoticed, but you were slightly preoccupied with the lips currently smashed against yours.

Gasping, you only gave the stranger the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth as his lower body came in contact with your own. Grinding his hips slowly, your eyes flew open. The stranger pulled back to reveal the stripper, Minho, you had been so enthralled with.

One hand digging into your hip while the other planted itself on the wall by your head, he was even more gorgeous up close.

His dark hair fell into equally dark eyes. His eyes, bigger than any you’d ever seen and lust licking through their dark flaming orbs.

“I saw you watching me.” He whispered. Oh God, his voice. You thought helplessly as the rich, deep rumble fell from his lips. It only made him more attractive.

“There…there were lots of people watching you.” You stuttered, trying to keep your voice even.

He smirked, “Yeah. But I saw YOU watching me.” His lips found yours again without warning but all you found yourself doing was tangling your hands in his soft hair, desperate to feel as much of him as possible.

Your tongues rolled over each other, not breaking for breath as his head tilted to deepen the kiss even further. When you finally did need to break away from each other for air, he was quick to attack your jaw with butterfly kisses,

“Do you know how hard you got me? Those innocent little eyes looking at me…all I could think about was taking you. Right there on stage.”

You moaned at his dirty talking, hardly able to believe something like this was happening, that you were letting something like this happen.

That didn’t stop you from letting him drag you further down that hidden hallway, your lips staying connected as he fished for the handle of the nearest door. When he finally got it open, you were thrown inside before being slammed you against the closed door.

Your nails raked down his chest, still bare from his performance as his jacket hung redundant on his shoulders. He growled at the stinging that your nails sent through his body, pulling your hips to his own and grinding hard against you.

You let your head fall back as his hand gripped your hair. You felt the pressure he put on your head, forcing you to your knees as he stared down at you.

He said nothing but arched a perfect eyebrow but that was all you needed to run your hands all over his thighs, across the band of his thin trousers.

“Don’t tease me…” he snarled.

“Mmmm,” you could only moan at his demands. In your mind you were screaming at yourself, you never did anything like this. But that screaming was getting quieter and quieter the closer you got to the impressive bulge Minho’s trousers mounded around. Fuck it, it was your birthday and you were going to enjoy it.

Fishing into his trousers, you stroked his cock once, twice, before releasing it from its restraint and tightening your grip on him, revelling in the hiss that escaped his lips.

You gulped at his size, meeting his dark gaze once before steeling yourself and licking the tip lightly with the tip of your tongue.

His head fell back as a drawn out groan left those gorgeous lips, going right to your core which was getting wetter by the moment.

Encasing his cock in your mouth fully, you sucked the head, dragging your tongue over it as his hands tangled in your hair, pushing you to take more of him.

“C’mon beautiful.” He rasped above you as you steadily took more and more of him in till he hit the back of your throat. He relaxed slightly when he felt you gag.

Finding your pace, one of your hands gripped the base of his cock as you bobbed your head. Your other hand snaked up his thigh to his abdomen where you gasped when you felt him take your finger in his mouth, mimicking the actions you were doing to his cock.

He steadily started thrusting into your mouth and you moaned around him at his dominance. You had never had a guy like him before, one that was so sure of what he wanted and not afraid to take it. It was turning you on more than you could imagine.

You sucked on him harder, taking his pants and whimpers of pleasure to determine what he liked as his thrusts became shallow. He was close, but the door opening again had you both pausing.

You removed Minho’s cock from your mouth hastily. You tried not to let the growl of annoyance that emitted from Minho drive you crazy but Onew leaning on the doorframe was distracting you sufficiently.

You made to stand but Minho’s hand on your shoulder stopped you. He didn’t seem fazed being seen naked by his boss but you did and you were fully clothed!

“Can we help you? As you can see, this rooms taken.” Minho growled at the other man.

Onew didn’t reply, his eyes falling from Minho’s down to yours, smirking, “Seems you found a reason to enjoy strip clubs sweetheart.” He made his way further into the room, “I feel so abandoned now.”

You opened you mouth to reply but were rendered speechless when Onew made his way towards the two of you, catching the back of Minho’s head and smashing his lips against him.

Your eyes widened as Minho moaned helplessly, Onew deepening the kiss before breaking it to look at you heatedly, “You were in the middle of something right? Don’t keep him waiting now…”

You blinked at him a few times as he went back to kissing your stripper, his hands running down the younger man’s snapping you out of your daze. This was getting crazy and insanely hot and you loved every bit of it.

You took Minho’s cock back in your mouth suddenly, moaning at the strangled cry that he made, muffled by Onew’s tongue. You picked up your former pace, stroking the base you couldn’t reach as you sucked him deeper, creating suction at the tip which always seemed to make him whimper.

Hearing such a dominant guys cries was doing something to you and you didn’t want it to stop.

You increased your pace as he began thrusting frantically in your mouth, his cries muffled by Onew’s lips as his hands trailed along the older man body, unbuttoning his expensive shirt to touch the burning flesh underneath.

You looked up at their tangled bodies, moaning around Minho causing him to break from Onew, looking down at you heated, panting for breath as he stroked your hair lovingly.

You met his eyes before they closed as Onew moved behind him to remove the jacket he had no further need of, kissing his neck delicately, biting it occasionally.

As his head fell against Onew’s shoulder his pants became shallow and you focused on his cock again, bobbing faster, tightening your grip. That must have done it because with a cry he came in your mouth, suddenly. You moaned at the sticky substance shooting down your throat.

Removing his cock from your mouth, you swallowed before standing.

You were immediately taken by Onew, who kissed you harshly, licking the remainder of Minho’s come off the corner of your lip, groaning at the salty taste before capturing your lips again.

He pushed you backwards, your lips still attached as your knees hit the edge of the bed. You let yourself drop onto the soft mattress, shifting yourself further into it as Onew prowled on top of you, growling as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

“We’re going to make you scream sweetheart.” He whispered huskily, licking along your lip before shoving it into your mouth, his hands grasping your thigh, pushing your dress further up.

You felt your eyes all close as Onew kissed the skin your dress revealed when another pair of hands found your legs. Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Minho kiss up your leg, now completely naked as he stared into your eyes, kissing the inside of your knee.

Onew finally stripped you, massaging your breasts through the thin layer of your bra. You mewled at his touch, arching your back as both sets of hands sent bolts of pleasure through your body.

“Hmmm do you like that sweetheart?” Onew whispered, his head falling into your neck where he gave you a similar treatment to Minho, licking and biting his way down to your collarbones where he sucked harshly.

His hand snaked around your back to unclasp your bra and one of your peeked buds was in hi mouth before you could properly register that you were pretty much naked.

Letting your head fall back, your eyes fell on the dark man getting dangerously close to your dripping core, his fingers dancing along the hem of your panties.

You moaned to edge him on, shifting your hips closer to him as he raised his eyes slowly to yours, smirking before ripping through the material of your panties.

You gasped as his hot breath fell on your centre, too far gone to feel embarrassed as you bucked your hips in need. They had both teased you so much the entire night that the simplest of touches had your body set alight.

Your back arches higher as Minho dragged his tongue slowly along your slit, moaning at your taste as he made sure to give your clit a touch of his tongue as he finished.

“Mmm Hyung…she taste so good.” He groaned, before burying his face in your wetness, dipping his tongue into you as he assaulted you. Your hips bucked involuntarily as he inserted three finger into you roughly, causing you to whimper in pain and pleasure.

Onew wasn’t helping matters as he sucked on your nipples, biting and marking them while his hand took care of the other.

You head fell back with a cry as Minho hit that one spot in you, making Onew’s eyes flash with desire. He left your breast, standing before removing the rest of his clothes. Through your haze of pleasure you felt your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. You’d never seen one as big before and it intimidated you as well as wanting it inside you.

Biting his lip, he pulled Minho’s hair roughly, separating him from you as the younger stood.

“I want her first. You can have her later.” He growled before licking the corners of Minho’s mouth, currently glistening with your juices.

You hadn’t even come yet but the hurdles both of them were putting you through was tiring you out to the point of madness. Both of them knew what they were doing, and they were doing it well.

You watched as Minho took a seat in a chair opposite the bed, where he began stroking himself slowly, biting his lip as he looked you in the eye, “Make me moan for you…” he whimpered as your thighs were pulled towards Onew.

You turned your attention back to Onew as he aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance. Gripping his shoulders you pushed yourself closer to him,

“Eager are we?” He chuckled before ramming into you in one thrust.

You were sure your scream must have been heard throughout the club as his size stretched you beyond imagination. Your nails digging into his back, you revelled in the kisses he peppered along your neck and face.

Whimpering, you told him to move, his thrusts steadily building to a rougher pace, his fingers bruising your thighs as he held you closer. He kept eye contact with you and Minho’s moans from across the room were only serving to drive you crazier as your vision blurred.

Onews’ hips snapped into yours as he drilled into you unforgivingly. He angled his hips perfectly, hitting that one spot Minho had found earlier and you saw white as you screamed both their names.

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge, your orgasm sweeping through you like an avalanche. You felt Onew remove himself from you, pumping himself quickly before groaning as he spilled himself on your stomach.

You panted at the sight of his head thrown back, his mouth open as he was drained of every last drop but your attention was soon changed as you were flipped suddenly, another cock filling you without notice.

You cried out, sensitive and sore as it began pounding into you. You looked back, Minho leaning over your back to kiss you passionately,

“Sorry…” he mumbled, thrusting hard a few times before reverting to the long fast strokes he had been doing before. Onew had since fallen at the head of the bed, watching the two of you lazily as Minho fucked you senseless.

Your arms felt weak as he continued to pound into you, his hand coming round to play with your clit as you felt your body quiver from the amount of pleasure you had already been subjected to and the amount you were still receiving.

“Minho…I can’t…” you sobbed as you felt your orgasm build up again.

“Come for me.” He panted, rutting into you harder.

His voice was all it took for you to completely lose yourself again, falling on the bed as you came for the second time. Minho wasn’t far behind you, crying out in pleasure as he came inside you, thrusting weakly as he rode out his orgasm.

Collapsing on your other side, Minho threw an arm around you, snuggling closer as you looked at Onew who was smirking at you before he kissed you gently.

“I’ll give you a keycard. Come visit us whenever you like sweetheart.”

You felt yourself blush but sleep was overcoming you. Onew only chuckled and kissed your forehead, “I’ll give it to you after you’ve rested lovely.”

Well, you’re friends were right about something. It was definitely a birthday you’d never forget!

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