Say You Love Me (Sub!Jongin x AFAB!Reader)
Word Count: 3727
Pairing: Kim Jongin x Afab!Reader
Genre AU: Male Stripper AU
Summary: Y/n runs No Manners male revue club and is recently divorced from Kim Jongin. But, needs a huge favor so that Y/n doesn't lose money and customers. No pronouns are used but Y/N is afab.
other characters mentioned: Ten, Taemin, Jun, Choi Minho, Leo
Warnings: Smut, sub!Jongin, Stripper club universe, pegging, strong language, oral sex (both rec), cum eating, degradation during sex. Calls Jongin a whore. Also... Jongin calls Y/N Daddy!, fingers (both rec)
Mentions of being with Ten Lee and Taemin. This chapter is just Y/n and Jongin together.
MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT. Ty so much!!!
A/n: Not sure if Y/n will have intimate scenes with everyone just yet. But I had to release this part because the sub!Jongin community is pretty dry and I need it for my mental health and clear skin.
Okay, I'm rambling.. also I'm obsessed with LET ME IN by Exo. It's been on repeat since Monday. I even play the slowed version. THE VOCALSSS.
If you enjoy my work please reblog it. I appreciate it!
SMUT BELOW THE CUT
"Where the fuck is Lee Taemin?!" You scream. You swallow hard, and your throat is raw. You walk around the lockers trying to find your main attraction for tonight.
He knows how vital that headliner spot is. People come from far distances to see him perform.
The last thing you need is to deal with disgruntled customers tonight.
You see Ten walk past you in a fishnet bodysuit covered in body glitter, and you grab his arm. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
Ten turns around with his other hand still gripping the sizeable clear trash bag of dollar bills. "Umm, I'm going to count my money in your office. What's up?" His hisses.
"Where the fuck is your friend, Taemin?" You ask.
"Umm.." Ten avoids eye contact and looks down at the floor. "I have no idea."
You step closer to him and are less than an inch away from him. "Look at me, Ten."
His eye contact connects with yours, and he stares at you. "Yes?"
"Where is Taemin?"
"In the parking lot with Jimin."
"Thank you, baby," you pull him closer and kiss him.
You let it linger for a bit, and then you pull away. You head out of the locker room's back door and search the parking lot for the infamous pink Lamborghini.
You see it in the back of the parking lot and race over to the car with your heels clicking against the pavement.
You find yourself at the passenger side window and knock on it. Taemin jumps, and grabs his chest.
"Roll down the window, drama queen!" you yell. You want to yank him out of the car because he has been MIA for the last few hours.
Not to mention he's still in his regular clothes, and his set is coming up soon.
"Heyyy! Y/n," Taemin greets you.
The marijuana smoke hits your face before he can say anything else. Both of their eyes are bloodshot red, and you are irritated, to say the least.
"Get out of the car. You're late for work!"
Taemin fumbles with the door, and Jimin starts laughing.
"You look nice. Y/n. Are you hiring by chance?" Jimin asks.
"Fuck, no," you spit.
You grab Taemin's hand as he gets out of the car.
"What's up, baby?" Taemin replies.
"Don't baby me! I put you on as a solo headliner for tonight and you're literally blowing it. You know I don't let you anyone go up there high or drunk."
"I know. I know. I'm not high though. I was just talking with Jimin about doing some music. He has a producer friend that can get our songs on the radio," Taemin explains.
"Taemin, I can't let you go on stage like this. Go home."
"What?" Taemin glares at me with glossy eyes.
"You heard me the first time. You can't come to work like this. It's the rules."
"No, c'mon this night is important."
"I can't give you special treatment just cause we're fucking. You gotta go home."
You sigh in disappointment. You wanted so much more for him. He'd worked so hard to get to that top spot. He was just as much of a crowd favorite as Kai.
Kai's departure was so unexpected. You were left scrambling to replace him.
But, that's when Taemin stepped up to the plate, and helped boost the club back to where it was when Kai was the headliner.
"Y/n, please. C'mon."
"I said what I said."
You walk away from Taemin because you might say something you regret or can't take back if you say anything else.
You reach into your back pocket. Your hand is shaky as you stare down at your iPhone in your palm. You pull up your phone and dial your ex-husband's number.
"Hello?"
"Jongin."
You take a deep breath and almost hang up the phone.
But you're desperate and don't want to disappoint your customers. Especially since tonight is a packed house.
"Yes?"
"I need a huge favor. Can you perform tonight as the headliner?"
"Y/n, you haven't talked to me in months and now you need me. Sounds like you're in a tough spot. Where's Taemin?"
"I had to send him home." You grab your keyring off your hip and open the back door. You close it behind you.
"I'll be there in five. But, you owe me, Y/n."
"Yeah. Yeah. Thank you! Jongin."
You know you won't hear the last of it from everybody, but you are the owner of No Manners. You have to do what's best for business and put all personal feelings aside.
You walk into your office and see Ten counting his money and clipping it together in stacks.
"Thanks for telling me about Taemin."
"I told him to come in for work, but he doesn't listen."
"He knew how important tonight is for the club. I don't get why he would do that."
"Me either."
"But, Jongin is performing tonight."
“Jongin… Kim Jongin? Here at No Manners?”
"Yeah, he was my last choice. You already did your set tonight. I couldn't make you do a double."
"You know Taemin is going to be pissed about it."
"I don't care honestly."
"Tonight, is about to be interesting."
"Are you doing the VIP room tonight?"
"No, I'm done for tonight."
"Okay."
Ten glares at the door, and you turn around to see Jongin transformed into his alter-ego.
Kai.
Your jaw drops when you see him wearing that one outfit you hand-made for him that he refused to wear. His muscular tone body is even more toned than when you last saw him.
The tan sheer materials cover his body perfectly, and the rhinestone highlights his manhood but still leaves much to the imagination.
It looks even better than it did a year ago when you had him first put it on.
"You look.. stunning, Jongin."
"It's Kai for tonight."
"Right," you snap back to earth and nod. "Did you give the DJ your music."
"Yeah, I'm doing a new routine."
"You still dance?"
"Not in clubs. But, I've been playing around with something. Trust me the crowd will enjoy it."
You look down at your watch. "Alright, well. Let me walk you out."
You head out of the office, and Jongin trails behind you. You are curious about what he's been up to since the divorce was finalized, but you're going to mind your business.
"That outfit looks perfect on you."
"I know."
You and Jongin stand at the metallic string curtains, and you stare out into the crowd. Jun is wrapping up his set, and his music fades out.
The DJ starts playing the melody of a beat you have never heard. "We got a special treat for you all tonight. Get your dollar bills out. Hell, bring out your 10s 20s and 100 dollar bills for this special guest, tonight. Everyone rise to your feet for the one and only, Kai."
After the DJ says his name, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Kai struts throughout the crowd. He goes up to a lady coming to the club since you first opened it up.
Kai works his magic and dances on the customer, and she almost falls over. He catches her, and she screams. People start throwing cash at him.
One of the younger strippers goes with a trash bag and starts picking up his money for him.
Kai continues making his runs throughout the crowd and gives a couple lucky people, some special attention. He doesn't care the gender. He doesn't discriminate.
You are quick to remember why he's always been a crowd favorite.
Kai finally makes his way onto the stage. You watch him, and he whines his hips to the music, and you can almost get lost in his movement.
You love the way he connects with the crowd. He always focuses on one person and sucks them into whatever he's doing.
Kai goes over to the pole and swings around it. He climbs to the top and slowly comes down.
He rises up the pole again and swings around it. He drops down into a split, and he climbs up. The light turns off, and I head to the DJ booth, where the music still plays.
A few moments pass, and then he's just wearing a rhinestone cover g strip. The crowd cheers even louder, and more people move closer to the stage, throwing money at him. Seeing all that money all over him, he works the pole even harder.
Your jaw drops when you see your ex-husband in action. He's a natural for this lifestyle and the best to ever do it.
After his set is over and he heads into his dressing room. The younger stripper walks towards his door with two large trash bags of money.
You grab the money and knock on the door. "Come in!"
You open the door and place the oversized trash bags on the couch. You glance over to see Jongin cleaning the makeup off his face in front of the vanity.
"Your set was amazing."
"I know. I’m sure you freaked out about the lights going out."
"Yeah, I thought something was wrong."
"You know I always know what I'm doing. You would have just talked me out of it."
"I know. I appreciate it. The club just isn't the same without you."
"I'm sure. You should let me come back."
"You know Ten and Taemin wouldn't like that."
"You're going to let them affect your business like that?"
"No, but things are calm backstage. You know you're a diva."
"You saw my fucking stage, right?" Jongin glares at you, and his gaze on you is stirring something up in you.
"I did. You're a headliner. You've always been one. Especially since Choi Minho left. You brought something different."
"The crowd eats it up every single time."
"I know. You were amazing. You didn't miss a beat. How's life post stripper life?" You ask and sit down on the couch next to his vanity.
"I'd be lying if I said it was easy. Too many people recognize me as a stripper. I honestly needed the money, tonight."
"If you needed help, why didn't you call me?"
Jongin laughs at your question. Why would he ask you for help? He shakes his head and wipes the glitter off his neck.
"We haven't talked in almost five months. I wanted to put this life behind me. I didn't want to be some washed up stripper."
"You're not a washed-up stripper. You're a talented fucking dancer."
"I know but my resume is seven years an exotic dancer with you as my only reference."
"No one has called my phone. You know I would speak highly of you."
"Well, I haven't gotten any offers."
"Something will come. Listen don't worry about giving me any of the money. Keep it," You reply.
You stand up, and Jongin stands up in front of you. He towers over you slightly by a few inches. You two are standing looking at each other.
"I miss you."
The words uttered by Jongin feel personal and envelopes you in a way you can't describe.
You stare into his eyes and brush his hair back from his face. His usual chocolate locks are an ashy gray hue. His beautiful face sparks something deep inside you.
This is still the Kim Jongin that knows all your deepest secrets. The man who held your hand through building this club. You were there for him when he got into dance school. So much history between the two of you. So much has happened.
Your chest tightens, and you take a deep breath. The words are caught in his throat.
"I miss you, too. But, we both know that the divorce was for the best."
"Because I wanted to leave this place and you didn't want to let me go. I wanted to grow past the gaze of desire. I want to be taken seriously."
"I hear you. I knew you leaving the club would affect me financially. I wasn't ready to make that move."
"Well, I will be here for the next month. So, tell your little princess Taemin that his spot is taken."
Jongin slides into his baggy jogging pants and grabs the trash bags.
You know that you need Jongin even though it will cause a rift between the other dancers. You know it's best for business.
***
Jongin sits in his car and stares at the flashing LED light with the club's name, and he sits back in his seat. He wants to drive out of this parking lot and never return.
But, the way they cheer his name and empty out their pockets for him is something that will have him returning back.
Jongin arrives at home to his townhome, which is gate operated. He pulls into the front of his house. He grabs his money and heads into his home. He inserts his keys.
He tosses the bags of money at the door. He kicks off his shoes and heads upstairs to take a shower.
Seeing you was more than emotional. He didn't know how he would respond to you. Nor did he see if he wanted to even talk to you.
His phone lights up, and he sees a car at his gate. He lifts his phone to see a red Corvette with the top down. He hits the button to open the gate.
What is it that you want this late? Did you come to say that you no longer need his services?
Jongin heads downstairs and opens the door. He watches you get out of the car and head up the stairs.
Your strapless jean jumpsuit dress hugs your body just right. Your red heels make you a bit taller, but still not taller than him.
Jongin raises an eyebrow, and you lift your infamous Gucci bag packed with his favorite toys.
"So, do you want to get fucked out here on your porch or do you want to invite me in?" You ask him.
"Come in and fuck me."
***
You push Jongin against the couch, and he smirks at how you manhandled him.
You would be a fool to not want to fuck him after seeing him perform tonight. Everybody is probably going home to masturbate after the performance Jongin delivered tonight.
"Jongin, my pretty boy." You lean forward and sit down on his lap cowgirl style. You whisper against his ear and nibble as you feel him rise underneath you.
"I'm yours?" Jongin breathes out.
"For tonight, yes." You reply. You run your red fingernails down the center of his chest. "Can I taste you? Ya know to reward you for doing such a great job tonight."
"Of course, mistress," Jongin moans.
The aura of this man is so powerful, yet in your presence, this beauty is so submissive to you. No one would ever believe it if you told them. But, you wouldn't care.
You move down his waist and get down onto the floor. Your knees dig into the soft light carpet supporting you. You reach up to help me get out of those sweaters. His dick springs to action because he isn't wearing any underwear.
"Damn, you're always so hard for me," you whisper, tracing your fingers along his length.
"Fuck, I've missed you, daddy."
Jongin loves to call you different things whenever you two are intimate, but daddy is the one thing you love the most. He's the only guy to ever do it.
"Mmm… I haven't heard that name in months." You grab his dick and swirl your tongue around the head. Your core tingles, and you work your mouth up and down on him.
"Please.." Jongin emits a moan, and it makes your heart flutter.
This was your favorite way to see the real Jongin. With his legs spread for you and moaning and panting. You haven't even really got into it, and already you are bringing him close to his release.
"Please? What? You like it? Or you want me to stop?" You taunt him.
"No, please keep going. I'm not going to last," he whimpers.
Of course, he's not. He always reacts to you so well. You love that about him. It doesn't take a lot for him to come. He's been like this since you two first fucked.
"You know other people might not like how easily you cum, but I'm honored how fast I can make you come."
"I know.. I'm only like this with you."
You stop and sit up on your knees. You watch his eyes spring open, and he looks down at you. "Why'd you stop?"
"You need to work for that nut, sir."
You lie back against the carpet with your legs open. Showing him you’re pretty pussy without any underwear.
You want to taste his nut on your tongue, but you want to make him work for it. You know he's always up for a challenge.
"Eat me until I come, Nini."
Jongin doesn't hesitate, moves down on the floor, and holds onto your legs as his tongue probes your sensitive region. You can feel the heat building inside you as Jongin's skilled tongue works its magic. You moan and writhe under his touch.
One thing about him is he knows how to please you and will do all he can to ensure you know it.
His tongue explores your slit, and he catches your juices dripping down because of how turned on you are from hearing him moan for you.
You could get off just from hearing him moan. You have in the past, recorded the audio of two of you having sex and used it for your personal time when you were alone.
Jongin sticks a finger inside you, and your body reacts to him quickly. He pulls it out and sucks it on his finger. You love the sight of seeing feast on you.
He pushes two fingers inside of you and does the same thing again. "I've missed your sweet taste. Nobody taste like you."
Jongin leans down and kisses your pussy. His soft lips against yours make your body jolt. He is getting lost in pleasing you. Everything he does feels so good.
You can feel the heat building up inside you as Jongin continues exploring your body with his fingers. You moan softly, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. His kisses are gentle and loving, making you feel cherished and desired.
Jongin kisses on your pearl while he fingers you. You ride his fingers until you squirt all over them. He sucks your juices off his fingers. Jongin moves down and replaces his tongue where his fingers were to slurp out the rest of your release. You grab the back of his head while he sucks the soul of your body.
"Fuck, Jongin!" You cry out and continue to ride the wave of your orgasm. It feels too good, and now you're sensitive to the touch. You push him off of you.
Jongin lies next to you and you get down to his dick. You are on the right side of him and sucking him faster than before.
No one has eaten your pussy like that since you were last with him, so you know he's earned the right to come.
You stick your finger in your dripping pussy to wet your finger. You stick it into his ass. He's always liked it, especially when you give him head.
"Shit.. you know I love when you do that, daddy, please," Jongin whines.
Just like that, he comes so hard in your mouth, and you swallow it. You love the taste of him. You climb on top of him.
"Tonight is just an one time, thing, okay? If you're going to be at the club for a month. I don't want us to mess around. Cool?"
"Yea, of course. We're just getting it out of system."
"Exactly."
You stand up, unzip your jean dress, and toss it on the couch. You grab your Gucci bag and head upstairs. You still have your heels on.
You make your way to his bedroom. You grab your strap-on and put it on. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come upstairs. You pour lube on your strap-on and coat it perfectly.
Jongin comes upstairs. He's completely nude. He gets on top of you and slides down onto your strap-on. You feel the weight of his body on top of you as he starts to move back and forth.
You lean back against the bed and watch him bounce on it. You like watching him fuck himself on your strap.
"You're so.. naughty. Jongin. You're fucking yourself on my strap. You missed me that bad?" You coax him.
"Maybe," he giggles.
You slap his ass and grab it while he continues to ride you. In some weird way, you still have feelings for him.
Something you probably won't admit to him, and you don't know how you'll be able to survive a month with him at the club.
"Maybe? You're acting like a whore."
"Cause you make me this way."
You lift him up and hold on to him while keeping the strap inside. You lay him on the bed on his back. You hold his legs open while you stroke into him.
"Now stroke yourself, whore," You instruct him, and he obeys you.
You grind your hips and continue to pound his tight ass. You miss moments like this. You know he's needy for the next nut by how he's jacking his dick.
Your hand covers his as you pump harder until him until he comes again.
"I love you, Jongin," You lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth.
"I love you, too, Daddy."
The two of you fall asleep in his bed, and the following day you wake up. Jongin still is sleeping, and you sit on the edge of the bed.
You look at your group chat with The Lee Twins.
Ten: Where are you? Y/n
Taemin: Damn, you didn't come home last night. Are you really that mad at me? I'm really sorry, Y/n.
You: It's okay. You're spot is being replaced for the month. I'll see you two soon.
You know things are about to get crazy, but you know Jongin can take the club to new heights.
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