Source : ao3
Author: exolexact
Jungkook is the stripper and Taehyung the customer
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The smell of sweat and smoke was evident in the air. The fumes wafted through the club giving it a hazy feel. The lights flashed brightly, alighting the dance floor. It was completely packed. The music was deafening as bodies grinded against one another. I tried to get through the crowd, to the bar. It proved to be greatly difficult. I felt sweaty bodies push against me, the temperature was extremely warm.
I managed to get through the crowd at last and settled myself on an empty bar stool. The bartender came towards me with a radiant smile present on his face. I noticed his name tag read 'Jung Hoseok'.
"What would you like sir?" he asked me with a grin. "A shot of vodka please" I replied. He nodded and set to work. I turned around and surveyed the club. Nothing really caught my eye until I saw him.
I watched as he sensually moved his body around the pole. His body moving along to the music. I noticed that he looked pretty young, with pale fair skin and dark hair. He had a lean physique with the right amount of muscle in all the right places. He was clad in black leather pants which hugged his ass just right and gave you an outline of his bulge, leaving everything to the imagination. His shirt was a mesh type fabric which was see through, allowing us to see his nipples and abs.
I watched as his body used the pole like it was a part of him. Bending the pole to his will and using it to accommodate him. I continued watching as his biceps flexed as he climbed the pole he then proceeded to use his legs to hold himself as he bended at an impossible angle. I was captivated. His body was flexible like a cat's. He slowly lowered himself, spinning around. He then proceeded to thrust his hips and body roll along to the music.
There were cheers from the crowd. I could see hungry stares thrown at him. My mouth went dry, just by looking at him. Why did I feel this way? He's just a stripper, used as entertainment. I couldn't deny that he is very attractive.
I was broken out of my thoughts at the sound of a voice. "That's Jungkook, if you're wondering" the voice said. I turned around coming face to face with the bartender. He had a smirk on his face. I swallowed hard. He pushed my drink towards me. "Thank you" I said. He just watched me as I downed the shot in one go. The alcohol burned my throat, but I'm used to it.
I noticed the bartender still standing there, watching me. It was slightly unnerving. "You can pay him to pleasure you" he said. My mouth gaped open and closed. He raised his eyebrow at me. "It's obvious that you want him, don't deny it" he said. I felt my cheeks flush momentarily. He continued smirking at me. "He should be finishing up soon, I suggest you go ask for him now before other people will try to" he told me. I quickly nodded and stood up. I reached for my wallet but he raised his hand, stopping me. "It's on the house" he said.
"It's best if you save your money cause he ain't cheap".
He gave me one last smirk, turning around and walking to serve other customers. I stood there dumbfoundedly. Shaking my head, I walked over closer to the stage where he was dancing. A man was sitting there, surrounded by girls and guards. There was a plaque on his table that read 'Min Yoongi'.
He was a pale man who looked to be in his early 20's. He had black hair and a tattoo on his neck. Looking closely it read "Agust D". I was confused by what that meant but I shrugged it off and focused on the task at hand.
His attention snapped to me and he raised his eyebrow as if asking 'what do you want?'. I cleared my thoat and asked "I would like to pay for a stripper". He sat up straighter and asked "which one?". I replied "Jungkook". He narrowed his eyes at me, analysing. "You have money?"he gruffly asked. I nodded. "For how long?" he questioned. "How much would be for an hour?" I asked. He smirked at me and replied " ₩ 20,000". I nodded and handed over the amount.
"You can wait for him inside the room, he will be done shortly" he said pointing in the direction of the room. I thanked the man then moved to leave but my eyes met another's. Our eyes clashed together. He was staring at me as he moved his body. His skin glistened with sweat. He licked his lips, biting his bottom lip sexily. He continued to stare as he danced, moving his hips. My eyes followed his hips. Watching as they moved sinfully.
My eyes snapped up to meet his as I noticed them darken. His hand trailed down to grab his crotch as he danced. My eyes rested on his hand, transfixed. I heard roars from the crowd. I broke eye contact as I moved in the direction of the room. I could feel his gaze trailing after me.
I stood outside the door, turning the handle and pushing it open. It was actually very nicely decorated. It was lavishly done. It had a love seat and an armchair placed around a table which had a pole fixed into it. The colours were mostly dark colours The room was dimly lit. The only light source being the lamp next to the stereo.
I took a step into the room, closing the door behind me. I walked over, settling myself on the love seat. It was a couple of minutes before the silence was interrupted by the opening of the door. My head snapped towards the direction of the door. Seeing Jungkook standing there. He still had on the leather pants except his shirt which he changed into a silk one.
He locked the door behind him. Turning around his eyes met mine again. He was incredibly attractive. Fair face, with prominent check bones and pale pink lips. Dark hair that contrasted against his skin making him all the more attractive. His eyes, butterscotch brown. My breath caught in my thought. He was simply exquisite. So ravishable.
"I have rules" he said. "Firstly, no sex. Secondly, you cannot touch me in any harmful way. And lastly, no kissing. I was disappointed about the last rule on not kissing him. I wanted to taste those lips. I looked at him, seeing him smirk.
He walked over to the stereo, putting on a song. I didn't pay attention to the song. Just him. I watched his every move. He slowly walked over to the table with the pole and proceeded to dance. He moved his body stealthily, all I could do was watch. He rubbed himself against the pole throwing his head back, revealing his supple neck. My mouth watered at the sight of his neck. I wanted to latch onto it. Bruising his skin.
He rolled his hips, making me feel dizzy. I felt my member twitch at the beautiful speciman before me. My eyes rested on his ass, begging me to take him. I was broken out of my thoughts by him standing in front of me. I didn't realise he was there. His looked smug and had a look of knowing written on his face.
I gulped.
He then straddled me. Resting his hands on my shoulders. He moved forward and whispered into my ear.
"Let's begin, shall we?"
His warm breath washed over my face, caressing. I just wanted to kiss him, I wanted to bruise those lips. Yet I couldn't. I moaned as he rolled his hips skillfully. The pleasure washed over me. I grinded against him, causing him to moan. His voice sounded so melodious. The way that he moaned. I grinded against him as he pushed his ass against my crotch. My hands rested on his hips. Grinding harder. My hands trailed down to rest on his ass, squeezing. He threw his head back, eyes shut and mouth open.
I watched those lips, imagining them wrapped around my member. I imagined how he would look like. The imagination just fueled me to grind faster and harder. I could see his bulge defining. Ours eyes met as I smirked. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips senually. His eyes followed my movements.
"Fuck it" I heard him growl out.
He crashed his lips on mine hungrily. I returned the kiss with equal vigour. His hands tangled themselves in my hair, tugging. My hands moved to his hips again, holding him still as I grinded. He gasped, allowing my tongue to enter. I explored his mouth, every crevice as we fought for dominance. The kiss was becoming sloppy. Our mouths ravaged each other's, biting and tugging with teeth. After a couple minutes we broke apart for some much needed air. His lips were bruised and he was panting. He looked so goddamn sexy.
He pulled me closer as we kissed again. We made out again as we continued grinding. It started to become pretty hot and our desperation became apparent. He pulled away from me. He slowly got off and kneeled between my legs. My breath hitched in my throat as he touched me through my jeans.
"Excited aren't we"? he asked, smirking. I just groaned in reply.
He started to lower my zipper, my eyes aware of his every movement. I swallowed hard as he tugged on my pants. He reached his hand and tugged on my boxers. My member sprang free. I watched him lick his lips and move closer. His eyes darkened with lust. He bent his head sideways and took one tentative lick down the length of my member.
The pleasure was so overwhelming. He licked the head that was leaking precum. My hips jerked up. Without warning he took me whole in one go. My eyes widened. I could feel my tip touching the base of his throat which means he deepthroated me. I was speechless. He started to move up and down, building momentum.
His mouth was fucking skilled. That tongue swirling at the tip and back down again. He let go of me and grabbed my member with his hand. He gave a experimental pump, his thumb pressing against my head. I let out another moan. He pumped harder and faster. I was close.
He engulfed me whole again. My hands rested in his hair. Thrusting into his hot mouth. His gag reflex was amazing. My body shuddered as I came into his mouth. Emptying my load as he swallowed every drop. He let go of my member. I pulled him into a kiss, tasting myself.
I pulled away, "no sex?" I asked. He hesitated. "No?" he asked himself as If unsure himself. He was so confident when he came into the room but now he wasn't. I smirked, liking what I've done to him. I broke down his resolve. His self control.
"Do you want it?" I asked teasingly. "Do you want me" I whispered into his ear. I heard him gasp. He suddenly stood up, surprising me. He kissed me deeply whilst biting my lip. He pulled away before I could respond.
He sauntered over to the door, moving his hips enticingly. His ass swaying. I growled out at him. Not liking the teasing. He opened the door, the music from the outside filtering inside. He turned around smirking at me.
"Maybe next time".
He turned on his heel and left me, alone. I smirked at the challenge. Next time I will get to try out exactly how flexible he is.