"You need a dick. admit it or not." The urge to shove the very glass of wine her fingers are curled around, up Nate's ass has never been stronger. For an obvious reason, which guys don't seem to understand, Sierra had decided to keep herself company rather than waking up to a stranger's face in their bed if they're nice enough, and if they're not, you might just end up in one of the 'getting laid' rooms upstairs alone as though it was a ghost at night shoving his dick into your pussy.

She tried it all, being treated like a princess, got offered a fancy date and worshiped for her body when it was a man from London a few months back. He looked like a decent human, had a few common interests like Stranger Things and getting laid once in a while, and he worked as a high school teacher. Sierra nearly cracked at herself when she found her mind wondering if he would ever bring the teacher in bed and let either of them enjoy some foreplay. From the typical stereotype, she was forced to imagine that this nice man wasn't probably as good between the sheets, like she had heard her friends complain about good guys being too good even during sex. Because "no they don't fuck, they make love."

With the London guy, Sierra knew it was far from love because for one, they had just met. Two, she was half drunk when she seduced him into having sex with her. And three, he never tried anything creepy, just attempted on being sweet to her considering that she let him fuck her. Sierra never refused, obviously liking the gesture from the guy who broke her typical 'good guy' image in her mind, and made her believe that good guys could do wonders too.

The next unfortunate hook up, well, barely hook up, was with an ex coworker (from where she worked past time for a few days) one thing led to another, surprisingly from one simple drink to a blow job in the public restroom of the restaurant where they met. The guy didn't have much work as it was Sierra who had to put the effort in giving him an orgasm for she didn't really want to have sex inside the cubicle. Though it made her a bit bitchy that her friend didn't even think about her, thanking her off as though he wasn't supposed to return the favor of a mind-blowing orgasm.

It's been months to that day. Months with a lot of stuff happening, like her best friend started dating one of the hottest guys in college- the kind you see in televisions, movies and read in books like this one. Sierra was more than impressed with his choice, Nate, her friend, is not bad looking either but the wildness he has in men leaves the girl questioning if she's straight enough or not. Looking at Nate, a lean guy, black mullet hair, rings adorning his slender fingers 24/7 and lips somehow curved up in a sassy smile as though he loved mocking at every-passing-body with his rich life, made Sierra nervous of her own appearance sometimes.

This guy is hot and he has admitted his obvious crush on Chad Cooper as early as the beginning of second semester, Sierra wasn't surprised when he actually approached Chad with his usual happy self. She was watching from the side, hoping and praying for the guy to not do anything that might hurt Nate, for the last thing she wanted to do was stay up all night in his room, passing tissues after tissues to dry his tears. Fortunately for her friend, Chad said he liked him back, confessed being a pansexual which his friends probably knew because none of them seemed as shocked as Nate and Sierra.

Chad is a nice guy. A very nice friend to Sierra as well now since Nate introduced them and started dragging Sierra to hangout with Chad and his group of 'cool' friends, trying his level best to get her friend to like someone as well. 'Get a dick' as Nate liked calling it with his explicit mouth, or sometimes, 'You need to catch a dick, girl,'. Although Sierra never denied the fact that she did need to quote-unquote catch a dick, the situation still wasn't bad enough for her to desperately admit it to her friends' faces about her sex deprived life. That would be embarrassing and paint her with the colors of a needy girl, which often comes off as a free teasing from Nate who started getting it in his ass five months ago. Before that he was as single as Sierra now and was in need to catch a dick too.

Nate never shuts up about it, making the girl roll her eyes annoyingly at him, showing the pretty middle finger of her right hand curled with the snake inked in her skin, "Fuck off, Mr. 'Chad fucks me so good'." She hisses more, nearly whining at the sight of Nate smirking down at her from his lips that are located far away thanks to his good genes and basketball that he plays, gifted with a height of 6'3.

"He does, okay? You don't have to be jealous," The sass in his voice and the teasing doesn't go unnoticed by Sierra as she cocks up a brow while he goes on, "Okay, here's the thing, bitch. You know David?"

"No, and I don't wanna know him. So thank you, you can go back to your boyfriend and enjoy your night rather than wasting your time here when it's clear I don't wish on hooking up with anyone tonight."

"You on your period?" Nate crosses his arms, thinking for himself then shakes his head, answering, "Nah, that was done two weeks ago. Are you... not clean...?"

"Hey! I'm clean! Cleaner than you can imagine!" Sierra's cheeks flush as she slips down from her stool, pinching the bridge of her nose as she grabs Nate by his arm and pulls him straight. His lips line up thinly, holding in a wave of laughter at his friend taking a certain offense from his question. "Just go, Nate. For real, I don't want you to ruin your night just because you had to babysit me. I won't drink too much and... well, you're definitely not helping me relax."

"You need a dick to rela-"

"For god's sake!" Sierra grumbles, pushing him into the mass of bodies writhing with the music of the dance floor, where he finally disappears to his boyfriend and his friends. More than Sierra could think of herself being at home, scrolling through pictures of some actually hot men over Instagram and probably thirsting over her favorite celebrities, she is sure it would still be way more enjoyable and comfortable than being here midst the crowd of sweaty, drunk and drunk-er people grinding on each other, having shots like crazy, some making out and some voyers even taking it a step ahead with their hands all over each other's bodies. inside even.

More than a turn on that she's actually dragged into a sex party by her friends, she's rather unphased with the amount of horny people there are here and with that said she can prove it to, for just behind the counter of the bar, she swore on her life she saw the girl nearly crying with the bartender, who's supposed to be working only and not being knuckles deep inside some girl. Although unfortunately for Sierra, this isn't the first time that she has visited here. This club- more like an elite space trading for sex, alcohol, gambling and stuff like that- is beyond just being bad. Other than the filth going on in here, it sure has a reputation to maintain which comes up with the policy from the authorities pressing that whatever happens inside The Body Shop, stays inside The Body Shop.

Sierra was a bit confused when Nate first told her that they were going to a place called 'The Body Shop', and for a very genuine reaction, the girl had asked him, "Isn't that a skin care brand?" Yes, it is, and that's exactly what made this Body Shop discrete and subtle about its infamous games. If it were two years back, Sierra would have laughed at the tactics of the men running this hell-ly heaven sort of place, but now that she's got a taste of it as well, it's hard to deny the magic. They sure hold up to their name, having beautiful models, strippers, bartenders, even customers coming here are far more gorgeous than in a local bar you'll find in Vegas.

For anyone in the normal world, carrying on with their life working and running errands and living their usual day, wouldn't know what goes on in the depth of the sin city, where two years ago in August, this man named Park Jimin, a twenty-seven year old businessman, started his own night club and called it The Body Shop. It didn't get as much attention in the beginning as it got when suddenly one night, the glowing streets of the sin city caught the news of The Body Shop being one of the finest places for sex indulgence, casinos and bars. The talk spread like wildfire until this day the people who have been to the club even once get a subtle smirk at the mention of Body Shop, knowing the secrets flourishing quietly behind the name of an innocent skin care brand.

Sierra's perspective changed as well, now she can't not think about the sins here every time she's out in the mall, passing the skin care store, the workers giving her polite smiles in hope that she would go inside and buy something. If only they knew that the last time she went to a place with the same name, she ended up renting a fine male stripper who unfortunately wasn't free to have sex after the show. She was disappointed, but played to understand, though her next drunk move still embarrassed her, being one big reason why she didn't want to come back.

"You left him your number?!" Nate spat out his lemonade on her face the next day while Sierra sat with a flushed face, not even trusting herself with hot guys anymore because more than them, she had to worry about her own actions. She regretted being desperate that night, but not enough to convince Nate to leave her alone tonight when she knew she could've fought him, maybe pretended to cry a little. It doesn't take much from her to get Nate to listen to her about stuff like these.

For the sake of her heart and acting tough, she didn't see that particular man on the stage today. If he was, he would certainly be dressed like the other guys, abs on display after their sexy hands ripped the fabric of the white button up from their dimly glowing skin under the neon lightings, sweet glistening like the desire in the watchers' eyes who never even hesitated if their whole salary was spent on these beautiful people up on the stage.

Getting back with her drink, Sierra nestles into her seat again, groaning mentally at discomfort that the heels pinch on her feet while she heaves out a breath, thankful to be able to sit on the high stool without falling and making a fool of herself. She straightens the silk on her thigh, stroking a hand to press the fabric in place around her hips and ass that is now sitting on the face of the uncomfortable stool. Her thoughts running from the strip show to her parents' house with the dirty realization that she's wasting her inheritance money on some dicks and well, drinks, registration, casino- The Body Shop in brief. It makes her feel guilty like many other times during the day that she catches herself daydreaming about a perfect life she'd when she finally gets out of the law college, a walking criminal attorney, Kim Sierra. That sounds just as amazing as spending more money on Martinis and Mojitos.

"What can I get for you, ma'am?" Her dream blends with a voice over the counter of the bar that she's leaning on, elbow resting on the shiny glass top as her head turns to the man. He's the one who needs to wash his hands before touching anyone's drink. Sierra looks back to the corner, hoping to see the girl from earlier, wondering if she did create a mess like they talk about or not. Though it seems like she left after an orgasm, and the guy returned to his original job.

"Uhm a Martini please." She sighs at her thoughts, watching the guy give a nod as he goes to grab a fancy bottle of Gin, making Sierra nearly jump forward, "With Vodka please." She has to add, not going for the classic choice of most people she has met. It's not to blame that everyone loves a good Martini which initially started off with the main spirit as Gin and not Vodka. However, to Sierra she felt that Vodka makes her drink more enjoyable than the botanical taste of Gin's, though it doesn't mean that she gave up drinking Gin Martinis for it. No, because Nate has a thing for Gin.

The guy, with a smile, picks up the mixer, measuring and pouring the vodka, then the dry vermouth and stirs it to perfection, making Sierra's lips curve up from the corners, watching him grab a the standard martini glass, pouring the chilled cocktail into it then adds a toothpick with three olives. "Here, enjoy your drink." His smile is warm and Sierra considers giving him a generous tip tonight, having a possibility that he might hook her up with one of the handsome dudes if they ever show up tonight. It's not like she's desperate for a man, but getting one doesn't hurt.

As the bar clears up gradually with the night descending further from midnight, the action happens, leaving Sierra too stunned to react. A classic old fashioned, smoky drink of Hennessy being served to her was nothing like what she had expected, because guys don't usually go with drinks like this one to pick up girls. The bartender, as was told to do, had placed the glass in front of her, nodding towards the man a few stools away, who was already sending a smile her way.

"Thanks." She raises the glass towards him, taking a suggestive sip, telling her rationality to fuck off for a few hours and let her live her twenties without a care. No, obviously she uses condoms and takes pills!

Eyes closed and moaning at the the strong sensation in her throat, she knows the man is watching, staring, gazing, every other verb out there that means he's looking at her with his pretty eyes, lower lip caught in a subtle tug of his front teeth, head cocked to the side, forgetting his own drink midst the lust clouding his eyes as Sierra never even tries to hide how attractive his taste in selecting drinks was. When her eyes open, she has to bite down a grin, nodding at the seat closer to her, getting an inaudible chuckle from the man.

He follows her gesture gladly, planting himself on the stool next to her, holding his drink in his hand which he doesn't bother to finish, and watches Sierra's instead. She leans forward, arching up a brow, "Not liking yours?" She teases.

"I bet your tastes better."

"Mm, it does." Her gaze falls to the glass in her hand, only to lift up again in a teasingly slow manner, staring at the built frame of the man through the rim of her glass as she chugs down the last sip swiftly. He's dressed in a black, fitting, button up tucked inside the black slacks, the pair hugging his thighs like they loved mocking at people who wanted to be the one to touch them.

"You can at least be a bit subtle when you check someone out." His voice lowers to an octave, breathy between a silent chuckle that's mostly lost to the sip he takes of his drink the very next moment. Sierra bites her lip, glancing away from eóhim as she stands up, placing the glass on the counter and pulls out her card to clear out the tab. "Where to? Are we done already?" The man hisses, following her actions soon for he's next to her now and his glass empty, getting a smile from Sierra.

"Who are you?" She asks.

"Jeon Jungkook." He turns to face her completely, holding out his hand, which Sierra takes and he steps closer to sneak in a whisper, "I think you're hot. Do you wanna rent a room?" He's pretty straightforward, but then again there's no time for beating around the bush and going in circles when both of them know it's only a matter of a night. Tomorrow morning they won't even have a clue where the other person went like it is supposed to happen in the grounds of the Body Shop.

"Sure." Sierra agrees and before she could tell him her name, her back is being pressed against the counter, Jungkook claiming her lips with his own. She never gets a chance to protest if she wants to, nor is there any time to get used to it. Yet she guides her hands up to his shoulders and around his neck, stopping when her fingers have reached the back of his hair, playing with them like she wasn't anything foreign.

Their lips move in a messy way, never getting together at a common pace as Jungkook scurries into the proximity, his hands teasing the curves of her body through the fabric of her silky dress. The moment still lasts as the man pulls out his card, placing it on the counter next to Sierra's arm, only tilting his head to glance at the bartender, letting him know that he's paying for both of their drinks.

The kiss felt like an eternity long, leaving her lips glistening and eyes closed for a moment to let the ghost of his touch settle down, which seems like an impossible job as he's still so close that his warm breath is felt on Sierra's upper lip. Curiosity makes her eyes lose to the urge of seeing what he had to do with his hand when he removed the right one from her waist, although faster than the disappointment, she's left with a denial of oxygen from the surrounding that is probably running out of it and it feels like it's just some unbreathable air around the manly hand on her jaw, holding her face up to make an eye contact.

Sierra nibbles on her lower lip, returning to hazy gaze thanks to the booze and also this sexy man who had the audacity to buy her drink, effortlessly buying her too for tonight. In other circumstances, especially in front of her best friend who is the president of 'Sierra needs to get laid' Club, she would've denied finding Jungkook hot or even attractive at all. But now with a hit of alcohol in her system, Nate-free environment and a fucking veiny hand of the man who is looking at her like he would devour the life out her, her brain refuses to think, just repeating the need to feel him bare like it was an essential ritual.

The helplessness grows when he leans down, lips brushing against jaw and hot streams of his breath caressing the ghost of his butterfly kisses as he moves his hand to cup her neck instead, "Let's go from here." He manages to mumble and stop kissing, making another drowning eye contact that nearly makes her eyes roll back.

As she follows him away from the bar, her eyes catch the glimpse of the bartender smiling at her proudly as though he was happy. She gives him a smile back, acknowledging that those people were right- you don't flirt with your bartender. If you like them, tip them generously, and if they like you, they will hook you up. He sure did like Sierra.

They're not going out of the place, although it's still a new setting with each step she takes behind Jungkook away from people and soon she finds herself in the dimly lit hallway she had visited once a few months back, not for sex but accidentally while searching for the restroom because the one towards the bar was packed. It's beautiful and much quieter this side of the Body Shop, a dark red carpet laying in the middle on the marble floor all along the length of the hallway with ornamental plants at the corners and by the doors, filling the corridor with what Sierra doubts is their own fragrance. It's subtle, attractive and just right to serve the purpose of being a connection to the rooms where people are given the greatest nights of their lives, enjoyable and memorable, but secret.

Thankfully a room is available as told by the guy over the reception desk who also handed a key card to Jungkook, giving them a sweet smile and a gesture that clearly whispers, 'Enjoy your night,'. There's something with the staff here that they always are polite, respectful and professional, never giving nasty looks to people or judging them like some do in local clubs and bars, and Sierra assumes it's for the fame and the name of this wealthy company that's making everyone and everything classy. Classy sure, but moral? Not so much.

Jungkook holds the door open for Sierra, suddenly dawning upon her that she's about to get laid and most probably Nate will be proved right because she knew it too how much she needed this. But that's not to be admitted out open and loud. She returns his smile, pushing her hair back, entering the cozy-looking room, smelling of scented candles and roses, lights of the lamps brightening the room just enough for them to see. Her attention is on the king sized bed and a spacious couch on the side, carpet with soft furry top, a television and speakers in the front probably just in case if someone liked doing it with background music. The thought itself is attractive and rather romantic than just a typical one-stand for a place like this that offers stored lust, desires and fantasies to be fulfilled. Okay yes, music can be a fantasy.

"I didn't get your name yet." Of course he didn't. Sierra turns to face him, not surprised to find him already getting rid of his rolex and unfastening the top few buttons of his shirt that fits him just in the right places. His buff chest is more on display for Sierra to swoon over and salivate as he sits on the couch, raking a veiny hand through his black locks that had fallen before his forehead.

"Why do you wanna know?" She takes a suggestive step towards him, biting her lip as she knows what effect they both are having on each other, especially on her when her eyes fall on his crotch and thighs. It's safe to say that he's manspreading on the couch, leaning back with his head tilted slightly back so that he can stare at her with a straight, sharp gaze and smirk at her.

"I told you my name." He reasons, brushing his hand on his firm thigh with each step Sierra takes towards her, "It's only fair for me to know your name as well."

"Sierra," She gives in, eyes fixed on his dark ones and hand caressing the end of his shoulder, noticing the muscles underneath the the fabric before she settles herself on his thigh, tilting her head to glance at his chuckling lips, "Kim Sierra."

"Beautiful." His breathy voice mutters close to her jaw, smirking with mischief when his sudden tug on her waist to pull her closer, makes her gasp. Sierra meets his gaze, hands clutching his shoulders to keep balance for Jungkook doesn't try to stop his hands from feeling around her waist, hips and gradually descending down to the curve of her ass. "How do you like it?" His question is pretty straightforward for someone like Sierra who hasn't touched a dick in the last few months and it makes her cheeks burn with consciousness, forcing her own brain to think what she likes in bed.

"However you like it." She ends up saying and feels the warmth of the man's lips on her shoulder as he starts off slowly, leaving open mouth kisses and licking her skin burning with his touch, already nestling a small fire in the very depth of her gut. As if that wasn't enough, his hand rests on her ass, kneading the mass against his firm, pulling out a soft wince from Sierra's mouth when he meets the pace with a bite in the crook of her neck. She tilts her head a little, moving her hair behind, giving the excess he needed and closes her eyes, hoping to drown in this very feeling.

It's like Jungkook can see right through her, probably hearing the keen thoughts circling her mind that he gradually makes his way back up to her lips, capturing them in a needy kiss. Sierra gathers all of her attention from other parts of his body that's in contact with hers, and focuses on his pillowy lips molded against her own, tongues messing like it was a game for the two to enjoy at their own pace. There's all night left ahead.

The kiss engages too much of her, such that she misses the brush of his fingertips creeping up her thigh from where the dress rode up the time she sat on his lap. The hands apply some pressure under her thigh, and she gets the message instantly, standing up for a brief moment before settling down again, this time straddling on his lap to face him properly. The dress is up and it's not shocking at all to find Jungkook eyeing the small space between their bodies that ends with Sierra's lacy, black underwear (Nate's got a point for that. She did want to get laid) being a barrier and saving Elis's pants from glistening with her wetness, which sounds sexy for now, but probably embarrassing if she thinks about it tomorrow morning.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate, grazing his hand up between her thighs, waiting for a moment as his thumb presses and feels around the fabric, the softness underneath, eliciting a breathy moan from Sierra. Holding back could be a mistake and she's aware of it. Her hands search for support, grabbing Jungkook on his shoulders and moves her hips once experimenting with him, closing her eyes at the feeling, for the man lets her use his hand as if he's not already aching himself.

"Fuck, you're so needy, aren't you?" His voice comes a little breathy, mocking her while he helps her grind too, pressing her hips down harder against his and adding momentum to the motion.

The intensity has her breath hitching, voice caught with a sinful moan making the bliss known and mingle with the warm between her and Jungkook, who enjoys the scene unfolding as Sierra throws her head back, nails digging in the fabric of his shirt while all he does is smirk amusingly, helping her chase the sensations of pleasure rippling through her body.

Jungkook chuckles at her, kissing her jaw briefly, stroking her dripping heat with his gentle fingers for he didn't wish to have overstimulated yet, "Get up." His voice commands, tapping on her hip. If it wasn't for the much needed orgasm he just gave her, Sierra would've made a fuss about him having the audacity to order her around. But for this once, she doesn't utter a word and obeys, standing up from his lap, her breath getting back at a normal pace eventually as she stares at him for another gesture.

"Strip." A shiver runs up Sierra's spine, watching as Jungkook leans back, his gaze residing on her body through the hood of his eyelids. He obviously means the dress, the spaghetti straps of the silk that have already been slipping from her shoulders to leave space for his mouth as if they were being a hurdle in between. She sighs softly, flipping her medium length hair back, leaving only a few strands of shorter brown ones that stay adorning her face, and she starts with a teasing slow pace of the straps lowering from her arms. The smile on her lips remains confident with the focused eyes of the man before her, watching her like a hawk that couldn't afford looking away.

"Damn... Wow..." And she giggles, having another one of those moments where she has successfully surprised someone with her body art. She was still nineteen when she fancied getting tattoos and ended up getting a few on her birthday, one of which has Jungkook's full attention right now. It's a curve of floral vines starting from the middle of her sternum, beautifully in symmetry between the breasts and running up till the underside of the breasts, ending into tiny leaves and buds on either side.

Instead of thanking or warning him of more, she simply turns around, letting the dress slip on its own, pooling around her heels on the floor and she hears another groaning curse from the man. There's one line of ink on her back, all along her spine that depicts the moon and her phases at different nights. At the top it's an arrow head and the end is laced with a snake like the one on her hand. She's not shocked at having Jungkook surprised, for she has seen the reactions from others who got the chance to see her tattoos as well. Although it didn't bug the fact that she always loved them and never, even for once, did she regret getting inked.

Glancing over her shoulder, Sierra moves to the bed and Jungkook follows the gesture eagerly with the taint in his pants, aching right through the sight of Sierra's body in front of him, covered with nothing but the tiniest fabrics of lace she could've possibly found in the lingerie store that she decided to sport for tonight. He takes off his shirt, throwing it mindlessly somewhere behind him and pulls her closer, smashing his lips against hers again, groaning in a husky voice, "You're so ready to be fucked, aren't you?" His tongue pushes out, grazing a stroke on her lower lip while the hands press her hips back until she's sitting on the bed.

"Yeah," Sierra nods once, leaning back just like that, legs parting slowly for him but then she stops and chuckles, "Take your clothes off first." Jungkook doesn't argue for it did seem like a fair point to have him just as exposed as Sierra is being. She bites her lip as the man's smirk raises with her hungry gaze, certainly adding to his pride that he moves his pants aside on the floor, palming himself through the fabric of his dark gray briefs, which is not doing a good job hiding how hard she got him. "Fuck, c'mere." She whispers, more like a whine, getting a chuckle from him as throws off his final later of clothing as well before climbing up to her, stroking himself slowly while his mouth goes on working the skin of Sierra's collar bones and gradually down to the breasts.

She moans softly, closing her eyes as her arm circles Jungkook around his shoulder and one on the back, trying her best to pull him even closer if that was possible. Jungkook kisses up her neck again, leaving kisses as he probably follows the 'no marking' rule of strangers. No, that's not a real thing, but it should be.

It doesn't take long for Jungkook to get Sierra rid of any form of fabric and chuckles at the keen wetness waiting for him. "The condoms, wait-"

"I'm clean." Sierra stops him, holding his arm as she nods, "I'm clean and I'm on pills."

"I'm clean too." Jungkook admits, his pupils quivering with uncertainty as he glances at her face, "But, shouldn't we still...?"

"I know, but let's just go raw. I'll take morning-after pills for extra precaution." She says, "And just for you to be sure, I got tested like- a few days back,"

"I got tested a couple months ago, but I always use condoms. So you can safely assume I'm clean." He says, "So, then... raw?"

"Mm-hmm," Sierra nods, pulling him in a kiss while Jungkook pays half of his attention down on his aching boner and Sierra's legs parted wide for him. The sight itself is enough to make him moan internally. He pushes in slowly, eyes fixed between them although he feels Sierra's nails digging on his shoulder and a breathy whimper rolling past her lips. "Fuck..."

She's not the only one aching for any sort of friction, Jungkook too has his lip caught between his teeth, the muscles of his arms flexing beside the girl's head on the soft mattress. Once he's nestled inside her nicely, a breath heaves out of his mouth, licking his lips wet and glances at Sierra for a signal, which despite being a few seconds late, arrives as a nod from her.

He picks up pace, letting his head dip down on the crook of her neck as she moans breathlessly, pressing her head back into the mattress, "Fuck, yes keep going..." Her voice is lost between a gasp at a sharp thrust, almost like Jungkook wanted to play with her feelings rather than just her body. He groans too the very next second, bringing his hand down to smack her ass, then rubs the skin slowly before repeating the action, eliciting a whine from the girl, squirming underneath him.

"Like that?" Jungkook mutters against her throat, eyes snapping up to her face, smirking at her with another deep stroke of his hips against hers, watching her expression twists into a surprised one when his hand joins down on her clit, thumb rubbing with urgency to give build up another tying knot of pleasure deep inside her abdomen. And when she opens her mouth to let him know that she's close, his hand abandons the much desperate ache of her body and positions himself up.

"Don't look at me like that," He chuckles, licking his lips, sitting on his knees with his cock in his hand and nods for to get up, "On all fours, c'mon,"

Not having many words, rather busy catching her breath, Sierra says nothing to complain about ruining her orgasm and turns around, getting in the position for him that has her backside available all for him, "Mm, I was wanted to see these." Jungkook admits, gliding his hand over her back where the tattoos make home along the spine. He leans down, leaving a few kisses on the back of her shoulder and nape, also taking the opportunity to sneak in a whisper, "Also wanted to fuck you like this." His fingers curl around her jaw, finding a good grip that's not loose, neither too tight and makes her tilt her head to make an eye contact.

"Fucking beautiful you are." His words are met with a gasp from Sierra as he thrusts into her, leaving no chance for her to gain balance or breath, and the most he does when she stumbles forward, is rub her back and chuckle.

His hands are tempting, voice too, and so is the rest of his body, which is not a surprise anymore for Sierra has seen enough and can safely say that she did expect him to be a little rough between the sheets. Not like she wasn't a freaky bitch herself, but Jungkook did impress her. Impressed her enough to not complain, just moan his name into the pillow while his hips show no mercy with the harsh thrusts she's met with. It's the pleasure that pools in the pit of her abdomen yet again and tears in her eyes, that makes her hands grasp the sheets beside, clenching unknowingly around Jungkook, which she realizes on hearing him groan followed by another spank on her ass.

"I'm gonna cum... please..." Her voice is more caught in her throat, biting the lower lip harshly, too glad to still have Jungkook ramming into her from behind until she feels her muscles contracting as the knot from her abdomen is released suddenly, leaving her breathless. The vibrations all over her body intensifies, including the hearing too for all she hears for a moment is faint ringing, eyes closed and chest heaving out tired breaths. Jungkook gains her attention back when his deep voice makes it to her ears and she turns around to find him cursing under his breath, cumming with no regrets and Sierra lays back, watching him breathing heavily. "That was hot..." She eyes him, getting a tired smile from the man, as he nods. "Can I have your number?"

Jungkook is more than a bit shocked, staring at Sierra with hesitant eyes, still on his knees like a few minutes earlier, just the difference being that his then-hard dick depicting some kind of porno scene if it wasn't really, is now softening after the ejaculation. He clears his throat, shrugging his shoulders, "I guess." He nods, sounding casual now as he gets off the bed, grabbing some towels and tissues from the table and hands a few to Sierra, "You don't like me, do you?"

"I mean, I wouldn't have let you fuck me if I didn't like you." Sierra sits up with the small hand towel in her reach, "It's okay if you don't wanna see me again. This was a one night stand anyway. No strings attached."

Jungkook nods with a low chuckle, already buckling buttoning up his shirt that soon is tucked inside the pants like before. "Heard of Jeon Jaemin?"

Sierra's brows scrunch together as shakes her head at his question before making her way to the bathroom, "I'm listening." He lets him know before closing the door and Jungkook waits.

"That's my elder brother. He's taking care of our family business these days, and I'm joining him soon." He says.

"That's cool. What business is it?"

"We own an automobile company." The grin spread on his face is cheeky, turning into a laugh when the girl gasps, swiftly opening the door with wide eyes awaiting more of his words, "Yes, why are you that shocked though? The place we're at is full of rich and rich-er people."

"Yeah, but I didn't know I was hooking up with the owner of an- What car is it? It's a car right?"

"Yeah," He nods, fishing out a pair of keys from the pocket of his pants with a well known logo and small font in the middle, reading 'Chrysler'

"Damn... Why did you tell me all this? I'm scared of super rich people." Sierra mutters, holding her dress in her hands, giving him an uncertain look.

"Just thought you should know as someone who I'm about to give my number to, and also whom I might wanna take on a date later?"

"Is that for you being filthy rich?"

"Partly," He steps closer and leans down, leaving one last kiss on her jaw as he smirks, "But more 'cause I know I fucked you good."

"Just give me your number and stop feeling so great about that." She says, handing him her phone and dresses herself up quickly, fixing her hair and face better before she's ready to head out, and wait until morning when she would meet Nate and brag about her as a worthwhile hook-up and a potential sugar daddy. He's going to die of jealousy!

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auther's note: lmao i never thought i would publish this oneshot. it has been with me for almost one and a half year since i wrote it. but today randomly out of nowhere... boom! surprise! 😭✊ if you want more such oneshots, then please let me know and follow me on this account and my second account (sparklesinpurple)