Pairing: Stripper!Jimin x Female Reader

Summary: You seriously want to get off to the thought of that beautiful stripper you saw dancing gracefully at the club, but did you actually expect you'd be as lucky so as to get him to fuck you?

Genre: Smut, absolutely NO plot, stripper/exotic dancer AU

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, strip club, slight breastplay, spitting on pussy (not exactly), a little bit of dirty talk, size kink, squirting, fingering (f), unprotected sex, guy cums inside the girl, the guy is 'cocky', o/c touches herself (idk if anyone can get offended with that), the guy touches himself; Jimin is so fucking, smoking hot he can set your device on fire.

Word Count: 1.8k+

a/n: BST Jimin is such a colossal inspiration I-

His silvery black hair complemented his skillful movements on the pole at the center of the stage, and consequently he was the cynosure of all eyes that were on his graceful, fluid body. For a while, everybody seemed to have forgotten they were at a strip club, admiring his dancing as if he were doing the Ballet at the Academy of Contemporary Dance.

His performance was slowly drawing to an end, and he gave it a grand finish by running up to a man seated at the front row (who was presumably very rich AND easily three times the stripper's age) and grinding his hips onto the man's lap in a series of eloquent movements for near to about thirty-five seconds. The audience gave him a thunderous applause, which as it was easy to tell, had never ever happened for a stripper, at least in this particular club.

You shifted on your seat slightly. Knowing you were soaking wet after the performance you had just witnessed, you fought the urge to touch yourself and make it to your grand finish. The strip show was to continue, and you could not bring yourself to miss even a second of it, because they were charging three hundred dollars for each hour spent there.

Another stripper came up on stage to take his place, but the audience was still whispering about the silvery black-haired guy that had set the stage on fire.

"What is his name?"

"Jimin, I think. Heard he is just twenty-two..."

"I heard he's learnt contemporary dancing..."

"Fuck, his plump lips made me imagine my cock inside his mouth in fourteen different ways..."

You bit your lip. The silvery black-haired guy had distracted you so much that you couldn't believe the magic he had spelled on all of you. You excused yourself to go to the restroom, when in reality all you wanted to do was to get off to the thought of that silvery black-haired guy...what was his name? Ah yes, Jimin.

You began strutting on your black heels down the low-lighted, red-carpeted corridor to the restroom, but you couldn't find where it was. You looked around for someone to give you directions and spotted the silhouette of a lone guy standing in the dark towards the end of the corridor. You quickened your pace and reached him, just on time, before he entered the room on his right. You tapped on his shoulders.

"Excuse me, could you please...wow." Your words got stuck in your throat as he turned around, letting you admire the form of the silvery black-haired guy from before, now standing this close to you. He turned around and flashed you a toothy smile before saying, "Excused."

"Yeah, umm...we-ell...you're J-Jimin, right?" You stuttered like an imbecile and hated yourself for doing that.

"Y-yes, I'm Jimin." He did an impression of you before giving you an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I was just kidding."

You smiled shyly. "I just wanted to ask you where the restroom is..." You came to the point directly, but didn't feel like leaving his charismatic presence.

"You can use the one in this room, if you like." He gestured in the direction of the door both of you were standing at. "This is my room, just for your information."

"Thank you," you mumbled, not being able to believe your good luck, as he opened the door for you. You went straight in the direction of the toilet and heard the room door get bolted shut from the inside. You turned around in his direction, just to see him removing the sparkly, fake diamond-studded black vest that he had worn for his dance. You gulped at the delicious sight of his topless self, those well-defined abs and lean muscles of his biceps accentuating his sexy form to a Godlike appearance.

'What am I doing?' You thought, breaking into smile that disappeared as soon as you entered the toilet. It didn't have a bolt, how would you lock it shut?!

'Here goes nothing.' You hadn't come there to use the toilet, after all. And why imagine his self to get off to when you had him in all of his glory, right there?

You exited the toilet after touching up your makeup. Jimin was sitting at the edge of his four-poster bed, looking straight ahead at the white walls, still topless with nothing but his makeup, jewelry and tight black pants on. In short, he looked like a dream.

The room had been illuminated by the dim red-colored light of a lampshade by the side of the bed. The dim lighting caught your attention for a bit.

"Hey..." You stage-whispered. He turned around and sat cross-legged on the mattress, facing you.

"Hi." He bit his plump lower lip.

"I loved your performance." You had nothing else to say, you stood captivated by his beauty.

"Thanks." He nodded with a slight smile, eyeing your form with a keen, interested gaze.

"You are-" Both of you started speaking together. Jimin smiled a bit and said, "You speak first."

"Yeah, you are so hot." You spoke shamelessly, knowing that you were both alone, after all, in a locked room.

"It's funny, I was going to say the same thing." He tilted his head to the side, licking his lips, checking you out as shamelessly as you were doing it.

"I wanna-" You both started together, yet again. This time Jimin chuckled. "You speak first."

"I wanna have sex with you."

"Yeah, same." Jimin gestured with his index finger for you to come closer to him, and sat at the edge of the bed. He bit his lip as he spread his legs a little, pulling you in by your waist. He let his fingers linger at your thighs, at the hem of your little black dress.

"You're gonna charge me for this, right?"

Jimin laughed. "No, if you let me fuck you without using a condom AND if you let me cum inside you."

"Why?"

Your cute, open-mouthed expression made him laugh again, and he whispered. "I wanna feel you." His hot breath hit the exposed skin of your chest (because of your low-cut dress) and you felt the warmth in your core explode.

"Are you not on the pill?" He asked next, face suddenly all serious.

"Oh, don't worry. I am." You mouthed the answer, stroking his hair as you locked your gaze at his enticing lips. You lowered your face and smashed your lips against his.

A few moments had passed before he pulled away and slid his hands under your dress, fingers teasingly caressing the soft skin of your ass cheeks. He tugged at your black lace panties (that matched with your dress) and pulled them down. He then picked the pair up and walked to a closet. He threw them inside and locked it shut.

"Why did you do that?" You were amused.

"I like to keep souvenirs of all the chicks I've done." He shrugged and pushed you to lay you down on your back, on the bed. Your legs dangled from the edge of the bed, and Jimin pushed them apart gently to stand in between them, his hands palming his cock from the outside of his tight black pants.

You couldn't believe your eyes when he slipped out of his pants, eyes widening into saucers because of two reasons-

One: He wasn't wearing underwear.

Two: His cock was easily the biggest you had ever seen.

"Don't tell me you go around with a monster cock like that!" You exclaimed in astonishment.

"Yeah, I do." He chuckled softly, rubbing his member furiously for a short while, moaning low moans while trying to decide what to do with you. He helped you out of your dress and your bra, and now you lay there, stark naked, in front of his alluring form and waiting for him to start fucking you.

"Once I'm done with you, you'll beg for my cock every night." He spoke in a cocky tone, before spitting on two of his fingers and inserting them inside your tight wet fuckhole, the continuous sliding-in-and-out movement making an embarrassing sloppy sound.

"You do seem ready for me, babe." He moaned, stroking his cock a few times before he lifted your legs up and hoisted them on his shoulders, and slid his member with almost no effort into your slick pussy. You moaned out a response incoherently, and that brought a mischievous smile on his face.

The fucking picked up pace, and soon he was gliding in and out of you at a speed almost unachievable by mortal standards. Loud, indecent noises of skin-slapping and incessant moaning filled the room. While he was still rolling his trained dancer hips, he threw a question at you, in between pleasured, musical groans.

"Y-you haven't told me your n-name yet..."

Your eyes flitted shut in ecstasy as you felt his hands cup and fondle your breasts. "My n-name is Y-Y/N."

"Ohhh...Y/N..." He pulled at your nipples lightly with his teeth, moaning. At that moment, your name sounded the most magical word that ever existed, to your ears. "T-that's a nice name." His thrusts had started getting sloppier and you knew he was nearing his climax.

You moaned a "thank you" as best as you could, while you began rubbing at your clit to help reach your own high.

"Ah...that's it...my baby...your pussy...i-it feels so good, s-so tight!" He was groaning uncontrollably.

Not much later he came, without warning, inside you. It felt so good to get filled up again.

Your circular rubbing motions on your clit and his seed filling you up to the brim worked in perfect synchronization to help you come, screaming his name at the top of your lungs as you squirted all over his dick, wetting the violet-colored bedcovers as well, having the most fantastic orgasm you had ever had.

You lay flat on the huge bed, breathing rapidly while he plopped himself down onto the ground, grunting occasionally as he struggled to catch his breath.

"That was wonderful, Y/N." He flashed you a sexy side smile, his sweaty face increasing his hotness quotient by a million times. "I loved it."

"Yeah, me too." You almost melted.

"Let's exchange phone numbers." He proposed, "Y'know, just so we can stay in touch. I would love to go out with you."

You couldn't believe your ears. "Are you serious? But won't the club disallow you from engaging with your clients at a personal level?"

"They'd never know." Jimin stood up and hovered over your body. He caressed the skin of your tummy as he began kissing your neck. "I'm way more smarter than these sixty-year old nuts here."

"You're so humble." You said sarcastically, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He winked at you.

"But before that, another round?"