Haikyuu! x Reader

15. a. k - confident (AU!LIME!×FEM!)

BILLIONAIRE!xSTRIPPER!AU!

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I was at my usual pole, dropping low to the loud bass of the song boredly, the usual workday drunks and perverts throwing money at me for me to shake my ass when I noticed a small commotion near the front of the entrance. The manager had even come out of his office, which was a rare occurrence. Not that I wanted his old ass out anyway. A large group of men in suits had entered the club. I couldn't make out faces due to the lack of light, but they looked important.

I could make out a mop of salt-and-pepper hair, someone with a scruffy black hair, another mop of black bedhead hair, one with bright orange, and lastly, a head of flat black hair. They strolled over to the bar and sat, observing the club. "Hey, why'd you stop?" A fat, bald man questioned irritatedly. I simply gave the man a look of disgust and got down from the pole, earning groans and mutters, and made for the dressing room.

The fat man came up behind me and grabbed my arm. He must have been really wasted to lay his dirty hand on me like that. I turned around, to be met with him giving me a nasty leer. I simply clicked my tongue and punched him in the jaw, sending him flying to the floor. I gestured to the security, and they dragged him out. I hated men like that. I looked over to the suits and they seemed to have noticed the small scene.

I noticed a pair of green eyes watching me from that side of the club. For some reason, they sent a shiver down my spine. I turned on my heel, and walked to the dressing room. There were already a few of the girls there, getting touch-ups to their makeup, or changing outfits. I sighed and plopped onto the couch. They giggled. "Rough day, huh, F/N?" One of the girls, Kiyoko, asked. I groaned and grabbed a bottle of water from the side, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip.

"You wouldn't believe. I swear, these men come to these clubs thinking we have to do whatever they want. Hell, this man went as far as grabbing my arm!" The girls gasped. "I know, right? The nerve of some people!" There came a few knocks on the door. "Girls, are you decent?" It was the club manager. We gave a 'yeah', then he opened the door and entered, and I grabbed a silk gown from the clothing rack and quickly yanked it on.

"Now girls, listen up. I've got some exciting news! These awfully nice gentlemen are interested in buying our little club here!" There was a painful silence. The manager looked around awkwardly. "Is it going to be closed down?" I asked. He looked at me. "Well we don't know yet, they want to buy it and see where it goes." My eyebrows furrowed at his uncaring attitude. "But then we'll all be out of a job." I said, slowly.

He gave me a dangerous smile. "Well, they have an deal for you. A private session for each of them. They want to see the best we have to offer. Your rooms have already been assigned." He finished, passing out a paper with all the assigned rooms. He pulled me aside. "L/N, it all rests on you. You're going to be doing a session with the boss. He specifically requested for you, so be careful of what you do." I gave him a questioning look and he smiled and patted me on the back.

I walked slowly to my room, where the 'boss' was waiting for me. I was in the largest, fanciest room that we had to offer. There were a few big, unfamiliar men guarding the door. They looked at me and grabbed at me, trying to pat me down. I escaped from their vice-like grips. "Hey, hey! I'm a stripper, not an assassin." I rolled my eyes and they looked at each other and nodded. They opened the door and let me enter. The lighting was dim and I nearly walked into the wall.

I heard the door click quietly behind me. Great. The music was a little low for my liking, so I was probably going to have to turn it up later. I went over to a half-circle couch that sat a few metres away from a pole with a stand. There seemed to be no one in the room, so I decided to sit myself on the couch. I noticed the couch seemed firmer than usual. I leaned back, when I heard a slight hiss behind me. "Straight into it, huh?" A deep voice enquired.

I shrieked and jumped off the couch, turning around. There in front of me, sat the man from before. The man with the scruffy black hair and the bright green eyes. He was even better-looking up close. The dim lighting gave him an ethereal glow, illuminating his cheekbones and jaw. He seemed amused with my reaction, as a slight smirk tugged at his lips, and he tilted his head slightly. "You'd think someone like you would be used to sitting on people's laps."

He said, most likely not meaning to sound condescending, but I narrowed my eyes and raised one of my eyebrows. "I'm sorry, but what's that supposed to mean?" I pushed, affronted. He smirked. "Exactly what it's supposed to mean." I clicked my tongue. "I'm not some whore that you're probably used to, that will bow down to your every wish and take your bullshit," I said, and his expression dropped.

"I'm a stripper. I'm here to do my job, and save it from you closing it down." He leaned forwards slightly. "Then do your job right, and I'll consider." He hissed. I scowled and rolled my eyes, walked over to the speakers, and turned the volume up. I changed the playlist to one of my favourites while I was at it, and Justin Beiber's 'Confident' started blasting out of the speakers. I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him seductively.

He gulped, and I could see his cool, calm and collected facade start to slip. I placed my hands on my knees, dropped down slowly to the ground, and got on all fours, throwing my head back. He slightly leaned forward anticipatedly, and I held back a smirk. I crawled over to him on the couch, taking my steps slowly, in time to the beat. When I reached him, I placed my hands on his knees and rose up between his legs.

I placed my stiletto-clad foot on the couch next to his thigh and leaned in. I grabbed his tie, bringing his face close to mine teasingly. I heard his breath hitch and I smiled, pushing him back into the couch by his chest. I got onto his lap, and started grinding on him. I could feel his erection through his black slacks and boy, was he big. He tried to grab my hips, but I grabbed his hands and pinned them to his sides.

"No touching." I whispered into his ear. He groaned frustratedly and uselessly gripped onto the material of the couch. A particularly colourful string of curse words left his lips as I kept on doing my sinful actions for a while. I then did something I rarely do to clients. I continued grinding on him, but placed my hands on his chest and started leaving light kisses on his neck.

He sighed when I reached a spot near his jaw and smiled lightly. 'Bingo.' I thought to myself. I sucked on it, and started nibbling lightly on the soft skin, feeling him restless underneath me. He then released a loud groan of frustration, and I decided that was enough teasing. I got down from his lap and got on my knees between his legs on the floor, dragging my nails with just enough pressure down his thighs at the same time. He hissed and threw his head back.

He looked at me with half-lidded eyes and I smiled seductively at him. I went to unzip his slacks, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I felt slightly offended. No one had ever turned me down before. Especially when I wanted to do something like this. He yanked me back onto his lap, then gripped my waist so firmly, I was sure that he would leave bruises.

I still felt his 'little friend' poking my core, making me ache slightly on top of him. He bit my earlobe, making me gasp. He growled. "The only place I want my cock buried in you is in your pu$$y, princess."

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