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kinktober — day 6 | public teasing
tease • [bang chan]
i want it bad bad bad, your love
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader genre: smut, fake couple!au, reader low-key has a crush on him, dom!idol, sub!reader (for some reason it got a bit angsty ?) synopsis: in which your fake boyfriend chan takes to you to a poker game and you decide to play with him in a different way word count: 1268 warnings: public teasing, mentions of alcohol
i have about the same knowledge of poker as y/n in this story, hope what i wrote makes any sense ,,,,,, (lmk if it doesn’t pls)
Gently wrapping his arm around your waist, Chan introduced you to his colleagues, all of them seemingly more interested in your cleavage than your name. You felt their eyes on your exposed skin, staring like a hawk focused on its prey, a grin curling up your lips as you realized how obviously pissed your fake boyfriend got by the way he squeezed you tight and straightened his posture, jaw clenched and hand shut in a fist that was ready to throw punches at whomever.
Yet, the best idea you got from his behavior was that you were going to play with him tonight. For the sole purpose of finding out how long it would take until he got his sweet revenge on you - and your pussy.
You clenched around nothing just by thinking of how good he would fuck you back into submission once you got him riled up enough to make him break the business facade he put on every time he left the house.
Upon finishing the round of introduction you placed a kiss on his cheek, leaving the group of men alone and moving around the room to the buffet table where you picked up a glass of champagne.
Sipping the beverage, you followed each of Chan‘s movements with your eyes. The way he explained so vividly with his whole body brought a smile to your lips which, unlike your earlier grin contained nothing but love for him. The man you would gladly spend the rest of your days with if it wasn’t for the fact that you were the only one feeling that way whereas he only saw you as his companion for events like this.
Your chest grew heavy, so you figured the best way to make it through the night and to help you carry out your plan was some more liquid courage in your system.
Aiming for the bar you strolled through the room, Chan‘s eyes on you as you swung your hips with each step, the short skirt of your dress riding up dangerously high, exposing the pale skin of your thighs. You could feel his ice-cold gaze on you, your ass to be precise, and the thought of him tensing up, eyes fixed on you like a panther ready to attack only furled your confidence even more.
The pretty bartender shot you a cheeky smile when you ordered a cocktail and winked at him while taking the first sip before turning around and making your way back to your faux lover. He raised an eyebrow when you stood next to him, eyes moving from the glass in your hand back to your eyes.
»Tequila Sunrise.«
You smiled at him, pretending to only be here for the fun, alcohol, and to make him look better. It was part of your pact, he took you to special events to not show up alone and when it was over he drove you home, and depending on how well you behaved, you either were rewarded or punished. Needless to say that whatever you did, the sex was the best you ever had, whether it was “Good girl” or “Fucking brat” you were called.
What you got from the whole situation was everything but fun, sex aside. All he gave you were butterflies and lovesickness, the unrequited feelings hurting you far more than they were supposed to. Well, you got everything else you wanted. Chic dresses, attention, and a good reputation among the rich but never his love.
You swallowed hard, the alcohol pumping through veins still not enough to suppress your emotions. Your legs felt weak when you went for the bar again, ordering another drink to take back to the conversation.
»Get your shit together«, Chan whispered when you came back once more after placing a meaningless kiss on your cheek. »You’re not supposed to get drunk on my watch, remember?«
You replied a muffled »Yes«, inaudible to the rest of the guests but loud enough to be heard by the one that was supposed to. He nodded, a pleased smile on his lips as he stroked your cheek.
»Good girl«, he mouthed with his eyes piercing yours to find any trace of an evil plan you were plotting. Luckily for you, he believed your act, still did even though he seemed to sense something was off.
Soon enough he sat down at a table one of his colleagues preparing everything for a round of poker. Next to Chan stood an empty chair, ready for you to sit on and pretend you were really into what your “boyfriend” was playing and whether or not he was winning.
You put on your most believable smile, giggling at every bad joke that was told throughout the preparation of the game, all while resting your hand on Chan‘s knee.
When the cards were dealt, you shot a glance at Chan‘s hand not understanding any of the rules or how useful those cards were, yet you grinned at him just for keeping up the act.
He smiled back, nodding at the other players to symbolize the beginning of the game.
Silence quickly washed over everyone, as they focused on what was happening at the table, occasionally commenting on the course of the game. Apparently, Chan was doing pretty well, given the way his eyes glistened with joy, so you decided now was the time to attack and distract him a little.
Gently stroking up and down his thigh your hand continued to come dangerously close to his dick, tension rising in him, as he shot you a glance and almost invisibly shook his head to signal you to stop.
You raised an eyebrow, pretending not to know what he meant as you started palming his growing bulge. He clenched his jaw at your action, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan.
»You alright, Bang?«
Whipping his head around, Chan removed your hand from his hard-on and nodded slightly, reassuring his colleagues that he was alright. You licked your lips, a triumphant gleam in your eyes when he went back to playing after opening the first button of his shirt.
Once he was immersed in the game again, you repeated your action this time opening the zipper with a swift motion of your wrist, the red tablecloth hiding your hand between his legs. You undid his button too, pushing your hand between his thighs to make him spread them, allowing you easier access to his cock, gently touching it through the fabric of his pre-cum stained boxers.
Chan bit his lip, eyes darkening and the veins on his hands growing visible as he started to get pissed off at your little game.
Letting out a deep sigh, he slammed his hands on the table when a break was called and you zipped his pants back up before he grabbed your wrist and got up from his chair.
»We‘ll go get some fresh air, mind calling us when you are ready to continue?«, he asked, voice tinted with anger before he dragged you out of the room and into the fresh air of the night.
Spinning you around, he pushed you against a wall, his hands pinning yours above your head by the wrist as his eyes stared straight into your soul.
»I swear to god, I‘m so going to make you regret this, you fucking brat«, he hissed, the print of his bulge in his pants making it hard for you to focus on his face.
»Now get on your knees and finish what you started!«
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okay, ik i wanted to post at 1pm but i had a maths exam this morning and had to write this during my free period after lunch break, hope you still enjoy it, bang chan anon :3
taglist:
@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30
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kinktober setlist
I love watching her tease!
Some advice, ladies: always be teasing.
Is this seat taken?
No please, I insist, leave your feet there. Would you like a foot massage?
Subtle is sexy
Public is exciting
Public transportation, elevators etc have a certain thrill because you can’t draw attention and it’s only going to be a momentary thrill before the doors open and you go your own ways. Lots of our role play stories start this way.
However, in reality consent is still REQUIRED!
How Stacy dresses when we go out. I love watching others checking her out, staring, whispering and trying to hide their “excitement” as they walk by for a closer look.
My wife at her job working must be cold