pairing ⭑ .ᐟnonidol!jeongjaehyun x stripperfem!reader
synopsis ⭑.ᐟ take it, you just like the way I wine pon you.
cw ⭑.ᐟ 18+, smut, mdni, grinding, dry humping, mentions of implied cheating, lap dance, pinv!, fingering, doggystyle, domjae!, rough sex, unprotected sex.
streamin ⭑.ᐟ FUCK THE RULES!
“damn…” voice dripping with perverted amusement as they watched you with a hungry gaze, wanting to get a piece of you like a gold metal — rare and untouchable.
eyes diverting to you, scanning every piece of your curves as your muscles were commanding to your every move, your body moving to the rhythm — slow, teasing. the subtle light contrasted through the stage as it shines across your body. you look ethereal under the faint glow as your rhythmic movements made it impossible for many to not look your way as people who were sitting on booths from across the room or closer to you tried to get a peek at you while women were grinding against their laps – swiftly and hypnotizing, yet their attention was all on you.
you glowed under the faint shimmer as you danced like a swan — each movement fluid, each flow calculated with elegance as the spotlight choreographed to your rhythm. bills poured from the sky like confetti, men dressed in sophisticated clothing located at the bar examining you from afar, asking the bartenders who you were but they were too busy to give them the slightest bit of information.
the music began to fade in your ears, sending you into a deep void of your own thoughts.
many nights, repetitive nights. every day became exhausting as you got used to the smell of booze, weed, and of course sex.
every man that walked in was either drunk off of drugs or alcohol. always stumbling on their words, couldn’t keep their composure up, bathed in the stench of weed or couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. they always tried to make conversation but you weren’t interested. you’re just here for the money.
the club was pretty packed on most days. being located downtown was one of the perks of why business was booming. everyday was always an experience. missing shoes, socks, jewelry, even panties were scattered along the floor, left to rot like it was its purpose. many women dressed up in short skirts — short enough that it could pass up as a belt, paired with thin layers of fabric that clinged onto the curves of their body that barely covered half of what was meant to be hidden. but you can’t lie, they always looked really good.
as for the men, they were nothing special. all of them always had the same intention every time they came to the club — sex.
their gazes linger for mere seconds at women who were on the dance floor, stealing glances as their bodies would sway to the rhythm of the music while their clothes would betray them as the fabric slowly rode up revealing the curvature of their frames.
as a result, boners were present through their pants like a horny teenager seeing a sexy model dressed up in skimpy clothes through a playboy magazine. they didn’t care if the majority of these women had boyfriends; their minds were drunk off of getting pleasured. many of them trace their eyes in places they shouldn’t be looking while the sounds of catcalling can be heard from a distance as they admire the view in front of them.
and it wouldn’t be a club if you didn’t see make out sessions near the bathroom stalls. the sounds of moaning reverberated through the dim walls while the music was pounding in every part of the club.
to you, this was nothing special. everyday became pretty boring.
“that was quite the performance I must say.” a voice ringing through your ears. a voice that you recognize. your coworker, mia. the one who smiled everytime she came to work, the one who always supported you on the sidelines, the way her eyes sparkled every time she saw you, the one who you can call your friend.
“well I’m glad it's over with. i’m ready to go home.” you say with an exasperated tone as she offered you a robe. you gently grab it from her grasp as the cold air prickled onto your skin, making you shudder as you accepted her offer.
“aww c'mon, don’t you wanna stay and hang ouutttt..?” she delivers with a whiny tone, her face plastered with a pouty expression as she watches you wrap the robe around your body with ease.
“no, and my shift is almost over. why don’t we hang out another time.” you try to let her down easy as you both walk down the hallway, trying to get to your dressing room.
“ugh fineeee — you promise?” she rolls her eyes as she awaits for an answer, stopping halfway through the hallway.
“promise.” you turned to her and smiled as you agreed. you saw her off as her shift ended way later than yours.
the clacks of your heels bouncing off the walls like thunder on an eerie night. the hallway was dark, stretched like an endless loop — narrow, silent and disguised in the shadows. the only source of light came from the dying lightbulb that was at the far end. though your dressing room wasn’t far from the stage, it felt like it was a mile away from where you were.
the door opens with ease as you gently turn the knob to enter the room.
the loud treble of the music becomes muffled as the door closes shut behind you, only the bass vibrating against the surface.
you grab your backup clothes — shorts and cute black tube top that was draped over the back of your chair. before you start changing into more comfortable attire, you hear a faint knock from the door behind you.
“hey it’s me.” the voice coming from the other side of the door — muted and muffled.
it was your boss. oh god now what? you were already dreading whatever news he was about to give you.
“hm?” you hummed as you opened the door leaving a slight crack between both of you.
“i’ve got a favour to ask of you.” a pleading suggestion visible in his tone. “i know your shift just ended but, i got a request from someone that was called last minute”. he says as he pushes the door gently as he welcomes himself in without hesitation.
“ughh — seriously, you know that my shift just ended.” you said with an aggravated tone. “why can’t you send the other girls to do this?” you shift with your back rested against the door as it clicks shut behind you, barely audible from the muffled music playing in the background. arms crossed, covering the crack of your breasts.
“this person specifically requested you.” his voice, stern and composed. “look –- i know you’re drained out from the performance, but i’ll pay you extra if you agree to do this.”
you give it some thought before you utter a sound. the room filled with silence — thick and unnatural. you wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, but extra cash wouldn’t hurt.
“alright fine. but you owe me for this.” you scoff under your breath. you abandon your stance as you start making your way to your chair as your clothes were left draped over it.
“glad you agree. once you’re done here, go find mia, she’ll fill you in.” he strides over to the door, leaving you with privacy.
you look in the mirror, the tiredness seeping out from your face as you feel pressure from your eyelids trying to fight the grogginess.
“alright, let’s get this over with.”
the scent of booze vivid in the air. it was intoxicating. the midnight sky filtered through the windows, painting the club with a cool tone that stretched throughout the club. the breeze felt hot — suffocating, an eerie stillness that was unreadable, unspoken of.
jaehyun sits at one of the booths, his gaze lingering across the room. spotting puffs of smoke in the air — a foggy mist, surrounding the club with a blurry atmosphere. the club was pretty chill, the steady sounds of chatter and clinking glasses booming through the room. the overhead lights reflecting a starry night radiance over the crowd of people.
glances from women who looked at his direction as he sat at one of the booths, minding his own business. they bit their lips, twirled their hair as it tangled around their fingers, their gazes observing him from top to bottom — with looks that spoke unheavenly scenarios surfacing in their minds.
mumbles of faint whispers heard throughout the room. exotic dancers, whispering about how attractive he was. the club was slightly dimmed, shadows of silhouettes grew larger with each step, the sound of heels clacking — deep and rich, deliberately echoing across the polished floor as it drew closer to him. pretending to drop something on the floor, erotically bending over, in hopes that his eyes would glance at them to be acknowledged or noticed.
he gives them a heart warming smile. dimples that accentuates deep into his skin, eyes crinkled with warmth and joy — pure innocence behind that smile.
he wasn’t interested at all.
the lights dim, contrasted with a subtle red tint. all dancers on poles exit from their own stages. the music gradually fades, softly turning up as the next song begins to play. all gazes shifted to the center stage — including his own.
your presence captured many, mesmerized by the view in front of them like an angel sent from the heavens. clothed in pendants, clinging as your body moves fluidly like water, rippling as the pendants match to your hypnotic rhythm. your body covered in glitter, gleaming under the moonlit glow, radiating from the lighting as they paint you with a soft moonshine imprinted on your porcelain skin, making you the spotlight.
your hips swayed with the flow of the music. the bass, low and seductive, emerging through the room like smoke. your figure moved with it — slow, calculated and with purpose. fingertips tracing the sides of your body, highlighting the curves little by little. hips rolling slow and flirtatious as the song was playing.
you smiled as people were watching you with precision, observing you as you danced. you put on a smile, trying to seduce the crowd with your charm. until your eyes landed on one.
your eyes immediately latched onto his. your irises burning into his as you continue with your performance. he was cute. his gaze on you felt electric, with a hint of mischief. you feel your heart swell on your chest, pounding at an unsteady pace with overwhelmness – you were losing focus. you lift your gaze off of him, letting the intensity of the moment linger. and you continue on.
jaehyun’s gaze examined every inch of you. craved with desire. he took his time, taking in the view in front of him. the way your outfit hugged you in all the right places: your hips, waist, and chest. did you have a boyfriend? who is the lucky guy that gets to have you in his life everyday? does he know that he is dating a literal fucking angel? fuck.
a waiter appears into his vision, serving drinks as the performance continues. “would you care for one?” he says as he extends the tray to him.
jaehyun nods as he takes the drink from the tray.
before the waiter leaves to serve drinks to other customers. he calls out.
“hey, so who is that on stage?” he says with curiosity, never taking his eyes off of you.
the waiter leans closer to him, bending slightly to give a clear answer.
“oh! that's y/n. one of our best dancers, she’s pretty incredible….” he pauses with a look of admiration i’m guessing she caught your attention as well, i presume?”
“y -yeah….” his eyes focused on you.
“well if you want to get a one on one time, we offer quality time with one of the dancers in our private booths located near the bar.” he points to him in the direction of the booths. “the person in charge will gladly help you for more information. the girl with the ponytail, her name is mia, she’ll help you out.” he says with a smile on his face.
“alright thank you.” he nods as the waiter leaves.
he needed to have you tonight.
you just wanted to go home. you were tired, grumpy but the universe said no. you stride to the private booth. all eyes, observing you with a devouring stare, focusing on you — only you.
you spot mia in the distance. and she spots you.
“heyyy girl, heard you got held back.”
“yeah….., some guy requested me at the last minute — great timing.” you try to shrug it off, but, inside you’re bothered by it. “boss told me that you know where he is?”
“yeah he should be standing around here somewhere………oh!, right there! he’s the one in the white shirt.” she points it out to you.
you glance at the direction of where she was pointing. he leans against the wall, phone in hand, covering the majority of his face. the illumination faded, casting the room in a soft, intimate moonlight glow, making it hard to see what he looked like but you did not care.
you make your way to his direction, wanting to get this over with. “alright, so you requested me?” you say with an exasperated tone.
he perks up from the sudden voice, he puts his phone away to see who was in front of him. it was you.
he utters a sound, only for it to be cut off by you. “yea-”
“alright, i’m going to assume it’s your first time here so i’ll go over the rules: the session is only an hour, there is no kissing, videotaping, touching and definitely no sex. got it?” you state as you lifted your head up to see if he was listening.
“got it.” he says to you, giving a light hearted smile.
it was the guy from before. only from a quick glance, you’d assume he was decent looking but no. this man was attractive, like really attractive. he was tall, taller than you imagined, his presence was intimidating, making the entire club feel like a blur as you look at him. he had a slim physique; his build was visible through his shirt, abs peeking through like he wasn’t trying to show off — he was just well built. his arms were well toned, his skin looked fair and smooth under the faint lighting, his veins visible as they ran down his forearm. he looked effortlessly pretty. your breath hitches, you doze off, not aware of your surroundings. shit, did the air feel hot or was your body hot? you didn’t know which.
“you okay?” he says with worry, as his face expresses concern.
your voice gets caught in your throat, trying to keep your reaction hidden. “y-yeah just got caught off guard, i mean, you’re…..you’re not exactly what i expected.” you clear your throat, trying to regain your composure but your cheeks are flushed and your body feels hot. you’re about to explode.
he chuckles softly, a sound that sends waves throughout your body. “and what exactly did you expect?” he asks, his eyes sparked with amusement and a smirk that hints something intense.
you hesitate, trying to compose the right words. “i don’t know, someone less captivating…..” you admit, shyness is visible in your voice. “you’re just — different.”
his expression softens, he takes a step closer, closing the distance between you. His presence, suffocating and overwhelming. “is that so…?” his voice, smooth, velvety and soothing to the ears. “you’re not so bad yourself, I'll admit.” he says as he stares at you with a look so — ravenous. “every curve, every breath, every angle, every step you take…..you’re mesmerizing.”
“oh?” you said with a teasing tone. “did my performance make you lose your words?” you look up at him seductively, your voice barely a whisper. “or perhaps did I make you want to explore places you’re dying to touch..?”
you were so close. a slight move, your lips would be touching.
nothing. no response. the answer he gave was his eyes trailing to your lips and then back on yours. he was so lost in them, couldn’t even form a sentence.
feeling satisfied, you slowly back away, leaving him craving more. you gesture to him to follow you by motioning your finger, turning your back as it faces him.
a chill runs down your spine as you feel him following, putting distance between both of you. you felt nervous, his presence imprinted a daunting feeling that left an itch on your body that you couldn’t get rid of.
scanning you, deliberate and lustful. the dips of your back — smooth like porcelain, the way your hips sway as you walk; the fabric motioned to your every move. you were so gorgeous
eyes lingering lower and lower in places that shouldn’t be looked at. it was shameful.
but he couldn’t wait. not even for a minute.
the booth had a deafening silence. the stillness in the room made the intensity between both of you — hot, dazed and disoriented. the door clicks shut behind him, automatically locking you both inside. you slowly turn up the music, not too loud but subtle.
he sits across from you, legs spread, arms stretched across the couch’s edge as he stares at you like a wolf stalking its prey. a teasing grin tugged on his lips as it sent goosebumps along your body.
his eyes never leave yours as you slowly make your way to him. you feel your heart thudding in your chest. each step felt heavy as you drew closer, the tension increasing inch by inch.
you stand in front of him, your hands gently clutching onto his shoulders, the soft touch of your delicate hands felt like a caress. you ease yourself onto his lap, gyrating your hips along his crotch — slow and enticing. you could feel him getting hard against you, the tip of his cock grazing between the inside of your thighs. a slight gasp leaves your lips as it’s poking between your legs, begging to be inside you.
you gaze at him — slow and seductive as he does the same. eyes shamelessly lingering along your body, absorbing every inch of you. he bites his lower lip as the thought of you pleasing him, makes him go feral.
jaw clenching, hands tightening into fists as the sensation was too much to bear. his head felt lightheaded, the tips of ears — tinted with a delicate blush, biting hard on his bottom lip like it was going to bleed from the pressure. he wanted to touch you so bad, restraining himself as he didn’t want to overstep the rules. but it was torturous.
"fuck…..” he muttered, voice low, dripping with arousal. “you’re so sexy…”
the warmth of your body against his made your stomach tingle with excitement. his gaze alone, made your pussy throb with hunger, awakening every fiber of your being — aching with a need for his touch. your breath hitched as his eyes traced the curves, leaving a trail of need, desperation in his stare. you could feel the dampness growing, a silent plea for the relief only he could provide.
every client you’ve had never made you feel like this before. this man had such an impact on you and he was a complete stranger. you didn’t know his name or anything — he could be a creepy guy with unknown intentions. but you couldn’t lie, you wanted him to touch you, in places that you wouldn’t let others touch.
you regret telling him that he couldn’t touch you. in all honesty, you wanted him to use you. fuck company policy, fuck the rules!
before he could process a thought, before he could process a breath, your hands are placed on both of his cheeks — gentle, firm and kind of nice to this touch. your lips crash against his. it catches his breath; uneven with each inhale he takes. he gasps in between each kiss, hands gently gripping your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss becomes sloppier, rough and demanding.
the world spun around you, feeling dizzy from the sensation. his lips trails light kisses down to your chin, neck and along your collarbone. each peck leaving a tingling feeling, a whisper of desire, an anticipation of what’s more to come.
“you taste so sweet baby…..” he mumbles against your skin, his voice, low and teasing.
your skin was so delicate, the feeling of silk in his hands — soft to the touch. he could hear your heartbeat thumping rapidly as his mouth grazed your skin. you smelled sweet, a creamy aroma resembling a warm embrace. he bites your skin leaving indented marks along your collarbone. your parted lips, your chest rising up and down and the way your body shudders against his own, sends shivers down your spine as he continues to pleasure you.
his hands clamp around your waist, gripping you firmly as he grinds his hips into you, his hardness drawing a sharp gasp to escape.
the clothes draw a barrier between you two, the tension immensely getting hotter with each passing second. a revelation yearning to be unveiled, waiting to be unraveled.
his hands roam lower until he reaches your shorts. he grabs the hem and slowly pulls them down, revealing your panties. you were soaked, a wet spot formed through the thin fabric.
he peels off your panties — gradually yet effortlessly while his lips are still on yours. your pussy, exposed to the cold air causing you to shudder in response. he pulls away, spitting on his middle finger and ring finger. he gently massages your pussy with circular motions, his fingers dripping with your arousal. “shit baby you’re so wet..” he curses under his breath. you whimper as his fingers gently caress your sensitive parts.
without hesitation, he inserts his fingers deep into your hole, your pussy gripping his fingers so tight. shit, the grip you had on his fingers was practically sucking him in, so deep. curling his fingers, tickling your sensitive spots, pumping in and out of you — the sounds of your pussy and your moans overlapping as it bounces across the room. “f-fuck…..mmmph!” you bite your bottom lip, teeth sinking into the flesh as you can feel the climax arriving. your hands trembling as you gripped on his shirt for support but your body felt weak to the sensation. he was making you feel so good.
“are you getting close, baby?” his voice, laced with hunger. you nod in response, lost in the pleasure to form a sentence. he smirks at the sight of you, he’s created such a mess of you and it wasn’t even his own dick. how will you take his dick if you couldn’t take his fingers?
he increases his pace, your moans becoming louder. the pressure was too much, your body was trembling against him, you couldn’t control it. “s-shit…i-i”m gonna come!” your eyes clenched shut, voice hoarse.
his fingers were drenched with your cum, glistening as ropes of it coat all over. his lips were coated with your hot slick as he barely brushes his fingers over it. his tongue slowly sticks out, licking his fingers as he savours your flavour.
you try to catch your breath, calming down your chest from heaving. until he flips you over, your ass aligned with his crotch.
“eek!” you shriek at the sudden movement.
you hear the sounds of shuffling as he removes his pants —the sound of him taking off his shirt . his belt clinks against the metal, the sharp sound indicates a realization. he was about to fuck you.
the feeling of his hardened cock against your ass, caressing your sweet hole with such ease. he grips your waist with a strong hold, positioning you as he takes one hand and aligns it with your entrance. your cum coating the tip of his dick as he slowly inserts it in.
“mmph..!” you gasp, your eyes widened. “fuuuucckkkk……” he dragged out, slowly pumping in and out of you before the pace started to increase rapidly. the grip he had on you was deadly, nails digging into the meat of your skin as the sounds of your pussy, squelching and sloshing against his dick. “baby y-you’re milking me so good..” the sounds of skin to skin contact started to get louder with each second, his grip on your waist moved to your neck, making his dick plunge deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. “y-you’re f-ffucking me so g-good..” broken moans escape you with each thrust plunging you so good. his swollen dick was swallowing your gummy walls as your tight cunt was squeezing him so tight. “baby y–you gotta loosen up..” he swallowed thickly.
your hands gripped the fat of the couch for support, trying to form a sentence. “haah — you’re too big —”
his eyes darkened at your words, and his pace was brutal.
your eyes squeezed shut, loud pornographic moans pouring from your lips as he thrusted into you at such an animalistic pace.
the sounds of you and him were bouncing all over the walls as you both were lost in the pleasure. your lips formed in a line, trying to suppress your moans but he was fucking you so good.
“s-slow down!” you whined out, his dick abusing the fuck out of your cervix, showing no mercy. mmf — sorry baby i c–can’t— not when i have you like this.”
jaehyun tried to keep his voice down but the way your tight greedy pussy was milking his dick was too addicting. he felt his climax arriving with each thrust he jams into you, his whole body tensing as the feeling of the climax was what he needed. he wanted to fuck you ever since he saw you on the stage and he was not going to waste this opportunity. always got to finish what you started.
“b–baby I’m getting close, m’gonna pull out—” he muttered.
you shook your head, putting your hand on his back to keep him inside. “no, just cum i-inside me.”
he swallowed the lump in his throat. did he hear that right? holy shit. “i-inside…is that —”
“f–fuck, please c–cum inside me.” your voice, broken and hoarse.
jaehyun groaned at the thought. you grabbed onto the couch for dear life as he shoots his cum inside of you, bucket loads of it fill you up to the brim — it felt endless. you ride out your orgasm, feeling every little bit wash over you.
he gently eased off of you slowly, pulling his dick out with care. his seed was overflowing, dripping down along your thighs. your skin felt sticky and hot like honey, sweat beading along your forehead as strands of your hair latched onto your skin. the sweat made your skin glow from the soft lightning. your breathing slowly regained to normal as he plopped himself onto the couch also trying to catch his breath. the tension was still thick in the air, “you know, i never catched your name.” you tried to wear off the awkwardness. “jaehyun.” he stares at you as he catches his breath.
the name rolls on your tongue, “jaehyun.” you say softly. this is definitely not the last time you’re both seeing each other.
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