BTS Oneshots

💦Stripper (PJM)

I need not say much about this but proceed with caution. It's erotic and unedited.

Enjoy ;))

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Look but don't touch.

That was the rule.

That was all the customers allowed and it was damn curse. But a boon at the same time. He at least let the world watch his body, sculpted by the God.

I could feel my heartbeat picking up as he did a body roll, hooking his thumb in his thin black shirt and flashing his abs. His tongue peeked out, running over his plump lips as he did a slow turn on the spot. I couldn't help but lick my lips, wanting a taste for myself.

My breasts felt heavy in the bralette I decided to wear tonight, hoping to catch his attention at least once. But the lace was starting to itch my oversensitive skin. I wanted it off and his plump lips, now stretched into a knowing smirk wrapped around my perk nipple.

But that was just a fantasy. I was only allowed to look at him, stripping off his shirt, his graceful body dancing to the sultry rhythm. He had everyone's attention in the room, men and women alike and I knew, I wasn't the only one that wanted him on top of me.

I felt a slick liquid dripping out of my pussy, painting the matching red thong I wore. But of course, Jimin wouldn't know that as he hooked his thumb in the waistband of his tight black leather pants and pulled it down enough to flash his Calvin Kleins.

He bit his lip, sensually rolling his hips to the beat and looked in front. I didn't think he'd look at me. From my weekly visits for over six months, I knew he did this right before he started peeling off his pants. He'd smirk at the audience, winking as he pulled the zipper down.

I sat in the back of the club, shrouded in darkness and there was no way he would be able to see me. But somehow, today he did. He looked straight at me and winked biting down hard on his lip.

I scoffed seeing the girl sitting in front of me swoon at him. Only if she knew he looked at me. Or maybe, it was just my obsessed mind's wishful thinking.

I continued watching him perform, sweat trickling down his abs, vanishing in his tight black boxers as he continued to gyrate his hips. The song started to reach the crescendo, anticipation building up in the hearts of the audience to know how he'd end his performance.

The ending of his performances were always unique. In fact, he was one of those who never performed the same piece twice, unless requested by a high paying client.

This time, that high paying client was me and I made him perform the first ever piece I ever saw of him.

The loud cheers of the audience pulled me out of my head, making me look at Jimin lying on his back, his knees folded and his calves behind him. His chest rose and fell in quick succession as he caught his breath. I wanted him to breath like that against my throbbing, wet core, giving me the release I needed.

I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up my purse and moved towards the bathrooms. The stripper club had better bathrooms than anywhere I had been, clean and tidy. It might be superficial but it would do as I got off.

It was cheap, I knew. Getting off to some stripper like a teenager discovering porn for the first time but then, Jimin performing was better than any porn video you'd ever see.

I was hasty in my movements as I took my black blazer off, hanging it over the door and freeing my heavy breasts from their confines. My body felt hot to my own touch, sweat trickling down in the valley of my breasts, traveling down to pool in my navel. I felt goosebumps scatter across my body as I rucked up the black skirt, holding the material in my teeth to not let it get in my way just as I move the material covering my pussy to the side.