↳ It’s just a party with your boyfriend. A gathering with his friends, on an unassuming Saturday night. What could possibly go wrong…?
↳Female reader x Hyunjin
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!Strong language, established relationship, angst and tension, alcohol consumption, drinking games, themes of mutual ownership and possession, power dynamics, themes of cheating, explicit sexual content, choking, praise and submission, rough sex, adult themes throughout !
You were ready. In truth, you were ready twenty minutes ago.
There were a few reasons you hadn’t gone downstairs to indicate your readiness to your boyfriend yet. Perhaps the most prominent could be attested to your unfamiliarity with the outfit you were sporting.
You’d never considered yourself a particularly opulent person when it came to fashion, or indeed anything in life, but you had standards. Standards that now seemed to be blown out of the water, lost in sea of black lace and cotton. This was too much. You knew that.
Yet Hyunjin had picked out the little black dress, and you imagined it to be an LBD in every possible sense of the term.
Snug at the curve of your hips and waist, it accentuated your figure almost too well. A plunging neckline that allowed so much more than a peek of your cleavage, the faint detailing of your lace bra visible under the fabric. It fell to mid-thigh length, pencil like in the fit, and you were at least grateful for that. Had it been much shorter than it was, you’d have outright refused to wear it at all.
Running your hands over the creases of the dress, you began to wonder exactly what kind of party this was that it demanded such a dress code. You’d been under the impression that this was a house party, and drawing from your prior experiences of spur of the moment college gatherings in the dorms from times gone by, this kind of attire was never a common occurrence.
The other reasons for your general stalling were fairly simple, in of themselves. Nerves, a touch of anxiety, fear of the unknown and of what to expect. You’d met his friends only a few times before, and while they seemed a nice enough group, they were also fiercely close knit. As much as they’d made you feel welcome, you’d been unable to shake the outsider feeling.
The only difference to this circumstance, you knew, would be the presence of alcohol. Wonderful, saccharine booze that would surely calm the shakes and steel the nerves.
