Grian Oneshots

39 ~ Strip Club [S]

Rough sex, face fucking, finger fucking, Iskall bring Grian ans Mumbo together, strip club, [tel me if o missed anything]

Iskall had seen how stressed Mumbo was, so he invited his friend to the strip club he owned. He promised Mumbo that if a dancer caught his eye, and he wanted to, he could have sex with the dancer.

Mumbo stood at the bar awkwardly as he tried to find a dancer that intrigued him. He ended up just ordered a glass of whiskey and drinking it, before wandering around the club.

The bright flashing lights would give anyone who didn't sit infront of a screen all day, a headache. As he reached the last pole, he saw a man talking with a dancer.

The dancer had short black booty shorts that were so tight it barely covered anything, and fish net leggings underneath. He had a red short shirt, cut off just below his chest. A dark fishnet material covered his stomach and arms. His hair was dark blonde, and his eyes a dark blue.

All in all, the dancer was hot. Mumbo felt blood rush to his dick, but put it aside when he noticed the predicament the Dancer was in.

"Let go of me, Jack." The dancer spat out.

"Come on, this isn't where you belong. You are my boyfriend after all- I know what's good for you." Jack responded, tightening his grip on the dancer's arm.

"You aren't my boyfriend, Jack. I broke up with you. Get over me."

Even with Mumbo being new to clubs, he knew you weren't supposed to touch dancers unless they were consenting, and it was outside the club.

"Knock it off." Mumbo said , stepping closer to them.

"Oh? And who are you?" Jack said, looking at Mumbo with a pissed off grin.

"It doesn't matter. You aren't allowed to touch the dancers, and could be arrested for assault if they wanted to press charges. Let go of him."

Jack rolled his eyes, before throwing the dancer's arm down.

"Whatever, he's not even worth pennies. Have fun with your new toy." Jack said, walking off.

Mumbo turned to look at the dancer.

"Thanks..." He muttered, before turning and rubbing his arm.

"Would you like help?" Mumbo asked, gesturing to the now forming bruise, before stopping himself. He couldn't see any movement Mumbo made.

He looked at Mumbo before grabbing Mumbo's hand. He pulled Mumbo to him, basically pinning himself against the wall.

"No, but I can help you~" He flirted.

Mumbo flushed red, and tried looking away.

"You wanna take this to a private room?" He said, moving his knee to rub up against Mumbo's clothed dick.

Mumbo nodded, not trusting his voice. The dancer smirked, before taking Mumbo to a room. He pushed Mumbo onto the bed, before kneeling down in front of him.

"W-What's your name?" Mumbo asked, trying not to laugh in awkwardness.

"Grian. Yours?" He responded, before biting the dick through the clothing.

"M-Mumbo."

Mumbo bit his lip, and Grian smirked. Grian began unzipping Mumbo's pants, pulling them down slowly. Now in his underwear, Grian's hands rubbed up and down the taller man's thighs. Before they slipped underneath the underwear, and began massaging the man's balls.

Mumbo let out s moan, before covering his mouth. Grian leaned down to be right next to the man's dick, and sucked on it through the underwear a bit. Before long, the underwear was discarded, and Grian was kitten licking the dick.