Jikook: STRIP

1: Sex With The Boss

Hey mochi bunnies ☺️ I wanted to try a darker genre this time, BUT NOT TOO DARK ya know. Like it's gonna be smutty but not have a bunch of murder and shit if any. Yeah anyway here we go hopefully this turns out okay. Also stan Jikook ❣️

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"Ahh AH, mmm," Jimin moaned as his boss dragged his nails down his already-bruised, milky thighs. Then he licked his lips before smearing his tongue all over the purple marks and fresh cuts. It made Jimin whine even louder.

Just a minute ago the boss slammed Jimin's back to his desk and impatiently ripped off the stripper's leather pants.

Then he latched onto the stripper's tussled black hair and kissed him down roughly. He made Jimin gasp for air as he slid his tongue down his throat, moving it in and out with no mercy. Fresh strings of saliva strung between their agape mouths every time he pulled his tongue out, only to plunge back in.

Then, finally, he trailed his warm tongue to his jawline and down his neck, sucking marks that would definitely need makeup the next day.

He squeezed Jimin's plump ass that lay on the edge of the wood desk, making Jimin's breath hitch and eyes squeeze shut in anticipation. And that's when he moved his tongue to the inside of stripper's thick thighs, where his nails trailed down. He knew he left a little blood since he scratched so hard, but he also knew Jimin was masochistic; he enjoyed the pain.

Jimin's back arched and legs spread out of habit and his mouth hung wide open as he breathed heavily. He had a tongue kink and his boss knew it. As he tilted his head back on the desk to release his moans, he sunk his fingers into the shoulder blades of his boss's back, knowing he could take it.

The boss was getting too needy so he grabbed onto Jimin's hips and  unleashed his hardened member to line himself up to the stripper.

His boss always did this at the end of each week, claiming it was a "progress" check. But Jimin knew that was a lie. None of the other strippers had to do this. He knew his boss just wanted him.

But he was done with it. He didn't care if he got paid well at this place. He knew he could do better and not have a horny ass boss get his body for free.

The boss was about to put himself fully in Jimin without prepping him at all as usual, until Jimin growled, "You know what? Fuck you and your fucking Rainbow Cult Club Namjoon! Get off of me!"

Namjoon cocked his head to the side and asked in both confusion and anger, "What are you saying, Jimin? I'm your boss. We have a contract. Which, let me remind you, lasts for another year.

"I want to see the contract," Jimin stated firmly.

Namjoon's teeth grinded in rage before releasing his stripper of his tight grip.

Jimin hopped off the desk, trying to regain his composure by fixing his messy, damp black hair and slipping his clothes back on.

Namjoon muttered away before slamming the papers on his desk. "See? Says right here that you have to work for me and my club until the end of next year, Jimin."

Jimin crossed his arms and looked at the papers himself. "If I break any of the rules however, I can be suspended..."

"And lose half your salary," Namjoon said unforgivingly.

"Oh fuck you. I'll make double the money somewhere else. And I'll have a boss that actually respects me," Jimin snapped.

Namjoon couldn't help laughing. "Respect you? Oh Jimin no one in this business would ever do that. You'll never find a place like that."