smut club

You’re All I Want~ Kenny Omega Imagine

Originally posted by leelakoiwolff

Note : I love how this came out. Enjoy!

Smut ahead 

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You saw Kenny interacting with some of his fans, they were beautiful and had bigger chest then you.They had much more longer , softer hair. Better than yours, at least that’s what you thought. But somehow, Kenny had chosen to be with you. He could have any girl in the world. What was so special about you? Nothing, you were ordinary girl that loved wrestling. 

Traveling with Kenny, you were part of the Bullet Club. The only women in it, Nick and Matt were like brothers to you. On occasionally you’d hang out with Marty, he loved that you were part of the Bullet Club. Even though you had your own character, you fit in. 

One day things changed, you felt like an outcast. Like you didn’t belong and being Kenny’s Omega’s girlfriend changed something. He was always around beautiful fans, talking to you how wonderful they are. He used to tell you how beautiful you were. Kenny thought that he didn’t need to tell you that you were his one and only, his beautiful angel. He didn’t see the change in you.  

“ Have you seen the fans out there? Especially the girls” Nick says pointing out to the crowd. 

“ There always like that for us” Cody adds.  

You stood to the side, in your own merch and shorts with high knee socks and converse, ready to meet the fans. But today, you were quiet. More than usual, the boys took notice especially Kenny. He didn’t know what happen or if something was wrong. In the morning, you got up to for a run then went to breakfast, without the boys. Ignoring them like they weren’t even there.

“ Did I do something wrong?” Kenny asks Matt, Nick and Cody. They shrug, having no idea what was bothering you so much. He frowns, watching you as you swung your arms back and forth looking like you just wanted run away from here. Before he makes his way over to you, you headed out first to the crowd. He hears them cheering for you, he watches as you walked down. He doesn’t see the pretend smile on your lips or hears the sigh that escapes your lips. Not a happy sigh. 

“ Hey there” you walked over to a guy who has a Bullet Club shirt, he throws you a two sweet, you two sweeted him before leaning in to take a picture with him. You hear cheers from behind as Kenny emerges, making his way where you were standing. His hand brushes against your back, you don’t even bother to glance at him which makes his smile disappear. 

Kenny wants to know what’s wrong with you. He wants to help but your pushing him away. As Kenny get to a group of girls with big breasts and much prettier than you, you turn your head away from seeing the interaction. Nick who’s watching you and Kenny, motions to Matt to you and Kenny. They both understood what was going on. They motion towards your way when they nudge Kenny, he throws them a confused glance before looking at you. He notices the way you kept looking at some of the girls and then at yourself. A light bulb goes over his head as he understand what’s going on. 

Later after you get back to your hotel room that you shared with Kenny, you hugged your jacket close your body, sliding off your shoes as you settle on the bed. 

“ Baby?” Kenny calls out to you, you turn your head to listen to what he has to say. 

“ I noticed why you seemed off today” you shrugged, not even bothering to respond to him. 

“ Oh don’t be like that” he kneels down before you, his hands on your thighs as he peeks at you through his curls. 

“ you’re much more beautiful than those girls. They are nothing compared to you Y/N. I’m with you because I love you. I want to be with you and no one else. No other women makes me feel like this than you. I want to spend every day with you, I love waking up seeing your face. I love it when you cuddle up to me or lay your head on my chest. I love it when you giggle and the way you wrap your arms around me. I love your kisses and I love everything about you. So don’t think for once second that you are better than them and that I want them. Only you baby, you’re all I need.” 

A smile rose on your lips hearing him say that. It made you feel better.
“ You know what? Let me show you how much I want you” 

He hovers over you, leaning down kisses you softly, hands on either side of your head. His curls brush against your cheek making you giggle against his mouth. You kiss him back, relaxing into the kiss as your lips move as one. Kenny brings himself down, kissing you deeper. His hands go to your legs bringing them to wrap around his waist. Your hands tugs at his shirt, and he breaks the kiss, kissing down to your neck. He takes his shirt off for a moment, tossing it somewhere in the room and Kenny goes back to kissing your neck, leaving gentle kisses. He brings his lips back to yours, connecting them together. 

“ You’re so beautiful Y/N” Kenny says as he kisses down your chin, and down your jawline. You smiled, hearing him call you beautiful once more. It’s nice to hear it from him, you missed it. 

“ You have no idea how much I missed hearing that”  you say, grinding your hips upwards against Kenny’s harden bulge earning a groan from Kenny’s lips. He brings his lips back to your as one of his hands goes underneath your shirt, groping your breast in his hand.

Kenny keeps kissing you, pulling you up a bit ripping off your bar. Once it was off, Kenny take off your shirt as well. His mouth goes straight to one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling on it making you arch your back, a moan escapes your mouth. He swirls his tongue around the nipple, his hand going to the other while massaging it with his hands,giving it attention as well.
One of your hands goes to his curls, tugging on them hearing a grunt escape his lips. Kenny kisses his way up your collarbones, sucking on the skin leaving his mark.

Your panties were soaked by now, you needed him to touch you elsewhere. You began to squirm underneath him giving him a motion that you wanted him. Kenny hooked his fingers inside your shorts,pulling them down along with your panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor. His eyes show lust and hunger in them. He looks at your soaking core, licking his lips and biting on his bottom lip. Kenny leans, bringing you closer to him by your hips. You felt his hot breath on your clit, shiver were up your spine as he blows on it. 

Kenny kisses the inside of your thigh, gently biting down. He moves his lips to the other thigh doing the same. His mouth was moving closer to your clit as his tongue licks your core. You gasp, throwing your hand back letting out a moan. His tongue began to work his magic, swirling around, doing shapes with his tongue. Your hands go to his curls, tugging on his head pushing him closer to your core. Kenny loves tasting you.

“ Taste so good babe” he moans in between your thighs. You continue to tug on his hair, moaning. He was devouring you and you loved it,pushing your hips closer to his mouth.

Kenny continued to lick and suck on your clit making you shudder, you continue to moan his name running your fingers through his curls,keeping his head there.You gasped, feeling his finger slid inside of you. He added another one,pumping both as he continue to lick your clit. You moaned in pleasure feeling him scissor you and curling his fingers. You began to clench around his fingers, letting out moans as you orgasmed in his mouth. Kenny continue to flick his tongue, licking up your juice making sure to clean you up.He removed his mouth from your core, licking his fingers clean making you watch with a smirk on his face. 

“ I love how you taste” he says, winking. 

You lifted up your foot rubbing his bulge with your foot, he moaned sending you a naughty look, chuckling. Kenny takes off his shorts, tossing them on the floor along with the rest of his clothes. You sit up, moving your hand into his boxers, taking out his cock out. He slips off his boxers as you take his cock in your hands, pumping him earning moans that slipped out of his mouth.

You pump his cock, Kenny grabs onto your legs pushing them apart before he slips himself inside you.You both moan in pleasure as your walls clench around his cock. 

“ So tight, I love it.” Kenny says/ moans. He stays inside you as you adjust to his cock, it’s been awhile since you two did this. Once you got used to his length, you nodded for him to keep going. Kenny started to move his lips against yours, slowly. Grabbing onto him, pulling him into a kiss rocking your hips keeping up with his pace.

Kenny started to quicken his pace, your hips snapping against his, moaning against his lips. Your chest against his, he groans against your lips. He continue to thrust into you faster, putting a hand behind your back to steady you.
He rolls over so you were on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands go to your hips, rocking your hips in a quick pace. He moans as you clench around his cock, Kenny moans your name a couple times. 

“ S-shit…Ken..” you moaned.

You clench around his cock, once more, he moans your name loudly as he hits his orgasm. You screamed his name as you bounced on him once more before releasing your orgasm.

You get off of him, collapsing right next to him. Panting as you looked up at the ceiling. Kenny looks over to you, bringing the back of his hand brushing against your cheeks.

“ Never think that your much more than them to me. You’re gorgeous and your all I want and need in my life”  

“ I love you Kenny”

“ I love you too Y/N” 

He says pulling the cover over you both, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arms around you, smiling at you.

The Boss: Masterlist

70′s Bucky AU where he’s the owner of a strip club you end up working at.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12

Epilogue: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Ao3: ‘The Boss’, ‘The Boss: Epilogue’.

You can find the accompanying playlist here! 

Dance with the Devil

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Smut, Drama and idk what this shit is

Summary: It’s dancing night, down in the Bronx, and there’s only room for two. The nights never end, nor do the sights. It’s a free show for all, a delight for those who haven’t seen it yet and a guilty pleasure for those who have. For, it’s a battle for the two devils, and a game for all those in their paths.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Dom/sub undertones, spanking, brat taming (?), Daddy kink

Note: Dedicated to @spellboundsangria , my wife I guess :) 

The Bronx does NOT refer to the actual place in the United States. It’s the name of the club they’re at.

It starts with a simple touch, a casual tap to the shoulder. There’s a lull in conversation at that very moment, and you let your eyes drift upward, locking with his.

There’s an otherworldly beauty to him that makes the stars dim in comparison, that makes even the darkest of the days brighten up. They say he’s inhuman, that he’s like a Godsend on earth, but very few know the truth.

And neither do you.

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Rebound

Genre: smut, kinda fluffy maybe? Warnings: blackmail, daddy kink, uh I think that’s it REBOUND

“c'mon, dan, you haven’t gotten laid in months, you need to get over Jason, and moving on begins with having sex with strangers. Safe sex of course” I stare blankly at pj from my place in the crevice of my couch. “Are you done now?” He sighs, “yes,” “good” I turn back to my computer only to have it snatched away from me. Looking up, I see pj running down the hallway into my bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I run after him, stopping to knock at the door, “I’m already over him! What are you gonna do with my computer anyway?” “Yeah ok and that’s why you haven’t even gotten out of this damned apartment after the hour of 7? Sure. And my dear dear Danny, remember that video you accidentally sent me that you meant to send to Jason? You know, the one of you fingering yourself? No?” My hands clam up and my jaw tightens, he wouldn’t. “Well I do, and it just so happens that I kept it cause I knew I’d need to black mail you sooner or later, and you see, the only thing I don’t have is your mom’s email, which is conveniently on this computer. So what do you say Danny? Mom watches a video of you with your fingers up your ass moaning ‘daddy’ or you go out and have someone put their fingers up your ass while you moan ‘daddy’?” My fists clenched, throat tight with anxiety, I knew what the clear choice was, “ok, asshole, come pick out what I’m wearing, I’m not putting in any extra work” I hear a grunt of joy and then the door flings open to reveal a smiling pj.

—-

I nervously walk into the vibrantly colored gay club, my jeans are too tight and my dick feels like it’s suffocating in its confines. I turn towards pj only to find that he is no longer next to me, or even around me for that matter. Whatever, I’ll just sit at the bar and wait until he’s had his fun. Walking up to bar, I take a seat and my eyes catch with the most vibrant blue I’ve ever seen. Wow, ok this guy is so hot, Jesus, he comes up to me and I don’t know what I was expecting but “what can I get you to drink, sir?” was not it, until I realized, to my embarrassment, that he was behind the bar because he’s a bartender. Obviously. And now I’d been staring at him for a solid 10 seconds and he was giving me a weird look, “uh sorry, I’ll just have a sprite please” he nodded and then handed my drink over to me, “anything else?” ‘Your number??? A good fuck??’ He laughs and it’s only then that I realize I had spoken out loud, “oh god that’s so embarrassing I’m sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth” “hm. Well my break is in five minutes and I figure I can find something else to put in your mouth. How’s that sound, baby boy?” A whimper makes it way past my lips and I nod, watching him smirk and quickly turn away. I tap at the counter and bounce my foot nervously for what feels like an hour before I feel a possessive dominant hand on my lower back, pushing me off the bar stool and sending a shiver down my spine. “C'mon, darling” I let him lead me out a door and into a hallway, past several other doors until we finally stopped at one and he pushed it open to reveal a bedroom, and I turn to him curiously, “it’s a strip club baby, they’re called private rooms” I nod and he comes closer to me, and I’m lost in his eyes again, before he pushes me up against the wall and kisses at my neck. “Oh god” I moan, “so easy to get worked up, look at you, already hard in your pants” I nod feverishly into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt in tight fists. “I’m d-dan” I gasp out through moans as he continues to mark my neck, “phil, you’ll have that name memorized by the time we’re done here, angel” I tug at his shirt and before I know it we’re on the bed, naked bodies slick with sweat, pressed together and I’m begging him, “please , please phil please touch me” he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from the bed side table and I hear the cap popping open before I feel a cool, smooth finger probing my entrance, “yes god, yes daddy please put it in” it takes a moment for me to register what I’d said before I’m blushing and phil is letting out a loud moan, “god call me that again that’s so hot baby, daddy loves when you beg for his fingers in your hot, tight hole” the first finger burns but I’m quickly asking for another and another and we’re both moaning and then he hits my prostate, and I’m screaming “DADDY! Daddy daddy please im ready please please fill me up with your nice cock daddy I need it please” burying his face in my neck, I whimper when his fingers leave me to prep himself and then I feel his tip at my entrance, “you ready?” His whispers in my ear and it’s so soft and caring I almost forget that I don’t know anything about him, almost forget that all he wants is my body “yes, phil please” he enters me slowly, carefully, gently and it’s uncomfortable but once he’s bottomed out, he stops and the burn subsides, leaving a flaming pleasure. “Move move please I can take it” his first thrust is soft and slow but I’m begging and eventually the pace is quick and unrelenting, his hand grips tight enough for his knuckles to turn white around the headboard and I’m clinging to him and pushing back on his every thrust “god baby doing so well for me, taking my cock so well, you’re so tight baby doll” the praise sends shocks through me, bringing me to the edge, “I’m close so close daddy phil please can I cum please let me cum I’ll be so good” he moans, raw and untamed, “god you’re perfect. cum, cum for me without even touching yourself, such a perfectly good little boy cumming from just my cock, I’m close” I cum all over our stomachs, my muscles tensing and hole clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge with me, until his shallowly moving inside me, our breaths still out of control, and then he’s rolling off me “god you were perfect” I blush at his statement, “you were too” with a sigh, he pulls me back into his chest, effectively squishing my face into his neck. And I think, maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea. I’ll have to thank pj later.

You are busy at work, cataloging the last inputs; ready to call it a day when your fiance walks in to your office.”Finn, what are you doing here?” You ask as you approach him for a kiss.”Just stopping by to check up on you since I couldn’t go to the performance center today.” He leaned down; pecking your lips.”Why couldn’t you go? Are you coming down with something?” You place your palm against his forehead; his temperature stable. Without warning, Finn lifts up his shirt revealing long, red scratch marks on his back.”Someone was a little rough last night.”
Little Freak

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: sexual mentions, stripping (sorta)

Summary: Crowley p.o.v. of dancer!reader when watching her at the club. When her song choice is a little too much for Crowley how does he react?

Author’s note: I was trying to write a sequel to Decisions….but the King won’t leave me alone! So please enjoy this oneshot as I guess this is what I needed to write. haha.


 A bell rung and the lights in the club were dimmed. The stage lit up, multicolored strobe lights aimed at the red velvet curtain. The same curtain Crowley knew Y/n would be coming from. 

   Crowley turned back towards the bartender from his bar seat and grabbed his whiskey, barely offering the lady behind the counter much more than a simple nod. The glass was cool to the touch, although he knew the drink would do nothing to ease his urges, but he could as hell try. 

   He crossed the room as slowly as he could manage with a beating heart to take his seat in front of the stage. The leather cushioned chair was seated front and center, and he couldn’t wait to see the show.  It wasn’t every night Y/n preformed.

   When the announcer said your name, Crowley sat up a little straighter, eyes locked on platform before him. The music started not long after that : Lil Freak by Usher ft. Nicki Minaj. Crowley didn’t much care for the song but he did care a lot for the way you moved when it came on.

    He watched you walk out onto the stage in the most sinful outfit yet. Tiny bits of red and black leather wrapped around your torso that lead into the smallest thong Crowley had ever seen, you were wearing black stiletto heels that could probably kill a man, and you were carrying a whip.

   Crowley watched as you gripped the pole with one hand, and look around the room teasingly. He knew the moment your eyes landed on him because you smiled wickedly just as the music picked up, your mouth moving in the most sinister, seductive way to the first line:

      Do you want me to get you something, Daddy?

  Crowley almost groaned out loud, was that a dare he could call you out on?As he watched you slide down the pole your back braced against it as you cracked the whip across the floor. Turning your hips rolling to the beat, he swore his heart would exploded as you crawled a few inches, giving the room the full view of your gorgeous ass. You flipped back up your hair like a fan around you as your ass bounced to the music.

    Crowley did groan then, as he watched you work- his outburst being swallowed by the music. Though, he could have sworn you knew because you moved a little faster and more sensual than before. 

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       …Cause you too fine to be single, aren’t you girl?..

  You spun around the pole like it was your lover, and that’s why Crowley loved watching you. Loved the way your body moved just so to the beat, the way you felt the music, how you acted out your song of the night.  As the song carried through and got more energetic, so did your movements as you worked the pole.

        ..if you fucking with me.. really fucking with me..

  Oh, if you really wanted Crowley to ‘fuck with you’, he’d be happy to oblige. Just watching your body, he was more than ready to show you exactly why you shouldn’t be tempting him as you were. 

   When you got up, placing your hands to the inside of your thighs and rolling your body up, Crowley nearly swore a blue streak. Suddenly, it was very hot in the room for him, but that wasn’t a surprise to Crowley. In fact, the whole room was instantly watching you, drawn into your trance. 

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      Crowley knew you liked the attention, that you liked that you captured everyone’s eyes on your body and felt pleasure when they missed you on stage. He watched as you came through a twist and motion back to the curtain as more girls emerged to join you.

  ..Hey girl I see you like that, you jumped right on it….

    They all came over to you as you danced and pretend to spank them with the whip and grind on each other. They were a little too handsie for Crowley’s taste, but he didn’t like anyone being able to touch you. 

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   ….And now you’re in the corner kissing on a girl…

   The dance was sweet torture for Crowley. Watching you be so seductive towards a crowd had always been hard, but this was ridiculous. When you walked off stage, Crowley was feeling mighty uncomfortable. His pants were too tight for the hard on you’d caused, and he was hell bent on making you fix it. He was tired of hiding how much he ached for you.

   You’d been dancing around each other for ages now. Him always present for your dances, and you always dancing to tease him, but tonight you’d pushed too far. Finding his resolve, he stood heading directly towards the dancers’ area, the bouncers not giving him a second glance. He was the king after all. King’s didn’t play nice, and he was growing tired of waiting politely for you to notice him.

    If you wanted to be a little freak, Crowley would show you how. 

Finn Balor spying on you while you warm up, desperately desiring you, thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you.
Bottoms Up

A/N: I felt like it’d been a while since I’d written anything that focused on Yoongi, so I really wanted to write something~ I started this a few weeks ago and then got distracted by life and finishing up college for the semester, but I finally finished it so here I am~ Hopefully you all enjoy it lol

Words: 3,007

Genre: Smut


Clubs aren’t your thing—but you give them a chance, because you don’t want to seem like the party pooper amongst your group of friends. Despite their efforts to get you to show some skin, though, you still end up walking into the club wearing a tank-top, skinny jeans, and a pair of laced up high-tops. You weren’t here to be hit on—you didn’t want some creep trying to slide his hand up your inner thigh. You were here to socialize, down some drinks to get over your regret of coming, and then hopefully leave with the first friend in your group who would call it a night.

So, you saddle up to the bar, waving at your friends as they scuttle out onto the dance floor—all high heels and short skirts. Once they disappear into the throng of grinding bodies, you spin on your stool, turning to rest your elbows on the counter top—

…and the bartender is right in front of you. Skinny, but well rounded—dark hair hanging slightly into his eyes, black button up fitted to his torso perfectly. His face remains void of any emotion, but when he catches your surprised stare and the slight part of your lips, he smirks.

“What can I start you with?” he asks, voice deeper than you had expected, a bit rough, but still clearly heard over the music of the club. You pause at the question, your mind blanking.

“I…I’ll take a rum and coke, unless you have something better to give me,” you say, trying to scrape up your remaining shred of composure. The male cocks an eyebrow, looking a little contemplative.

“You wanna get drunk? Or do you just wanna buzz so you can still punch the guy that tries to steal your panties? I mean you gotta throw me a bone here.”

“I don’t even fucking know, man,” you say honestly, leaning back a little to motion at yourself. “Look at me. I mean—it’s not exactly like easy access is written all over my jean-clad legs.”

The bartender hums, reaching down to snag a shot glass. “I’ve been looking at you for a minute or two now and you’re surprising cute despite the outfit,” he comments, reaching behind him to grab a bottle of Kahlua. “Clearly you’re not here to let anyone finger you in the back alleyway, though,” he continues, chuckling when he catches your blush and stunned look.

With skill, he snatches up a bottle of Grand Marnier and Bailey’s too, layering the liquors in a shot glass with exact precision. When he’s finished, he gently slides it towards you, meeting your questionable stare.

“It’s good. Sweet liquor for a sweet girl. Take it—it’ll help you loosen up a little.”

“Are bartenders usually this flirty?” you question him, downing the shot in one go (because damn this dude is making you warm already).

“Only to those who perk our interest,” he responds, taking the shot glass from you after you set down. You laugh, feeling somewhat incredulous.

“Yeah? Should I consider myself lucky then?”

“Depends on your definition of lucky,” he chuckles, eyes fliting to the side when another couple up the bar slurs for him. Smile dropping from his lips, he quickly moves around, throwing some ice into a glass—filling it a third full with rum and the remainder with coke.

“Suck on that till I get back,” he says briefly, sliding it to you, and you watch him, brows lifted in surprise as he quickly goes to tend on other patrons.

Taking the cool glass into your hand, you gently swirl the contents before taking a long sip.

You’re not sure what that bartender is aiming for, playing with your emotions like this, but…dammit, you really don’t mind.


Ten minutes later, dark and mysterious bartender is back in front of you, elbow propped on the counter, interest sparking in his irises as he listens to you ramble about all the things you don’t really like about clubs. You hadn’t exactly meant to just…open up to him, but…you’re beginning to think your tolerance is a bit lighter than you had assumed.

“I’m baffled you’re even here,” he muses, refilling your glass. “It seems like you’d rather be at home, reading a book, or doing some kind of other dorky, yet cute thing.”

Right? I don’t know, man—I wanted to not seem like the boring friend, but even when I’m here I’m still hiding at the bar,” you say, sighing, and rest your cheek in the palm of your hand. The bartender breathes a laugh, regarding you thoughtfully.

“You could always go.”

“Yeah, but…,” you begin, eyes flitting up to his, and his stare has you feeling a bit weak. “You’re here.”

At that, that man pauses, any movement stopping as his eyes fall from yours, lowering to regard the countertop. You watch him, cheeks hot, regret sinking in your stomach. Luckily, after a few seconds—instead of walking away or anything else that could potentially break your heart—he meets your gaze again and opens his mouth to respond.

…however, just as he does, the same drunk couple form before shouts for him at the other end of the bar and, sighing, the dark haired male hurries away. You’re once again left staring after him, hands fidgeting against your half-downed glass.

What the hell are you doing?


A little less than 20 minutes later—mister dark and mysterious having somehow disappeared from the bar without you noticing, you push your finished drink to the side and slide off your stool. You don’t want to drink anymore—you really don’t want to be here—and now that the flirty, cute bartender is gone, you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself.

More than anything, you just want to tap out and go home, but, before you can, one of your friends spots you near the edge of the dance floor and hurries over. Grabbing your wrist, she tugs you into the mass of people, and you can’t think to tell her that you’re really not in the mood for dancing—especially considering that she has already dragged you into the middle of the action.

So, reluctantly, trying to let any of your worries go (as well as thoughts of the dark-haired bartender—who you may or may not have fallen for), you begin dancing with your friends. At first, things go well—you loosen up a bit, swing your hips, feel the music—but after a few minutes you feel a pair of hands land on your hips. Glancing down—catching sight of pale, long fingers—you realize that this isn’t one of your girlfriends.

“Sorry–,” you begin, taking a step forward, trying to let the person know that you’re not about that tonight—but the fingers only tighten, and you feel a males chest lightly press against your back.

“You said weren’t about dancing, yet when I stopped by the bar on my way out for the night and noticed you were gone, I find you out here on the dance floor,” the deep, familiar voice speaks, and fuck the heat you’d felt before is igniting your blood once more.

“You—I thought—”

“My shift was over. I left to grab my stuff and planned to come back to the bar to take you home with me, but—”

“I…what??” you say, flushing red, turning your head to try and face him, but his fingers dig into your waist, holding your still, and his lips press heatedly against your neck. That has you gasping, grinding back against him as his teeth and tongue work at your throat.

“My name is Yoongi, by the way,” he says, sucking particularly hard, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Yoongi,” you repeat, testing the name on your tongue. But his name alone rolling from your lips has Yoongi growling quietly, one of his hands sinking lower to grip your ass through your jeans. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, lifting one of your hands backwards to tug his hair.

“If you were going to take me home then take me already,” you breathe, grinding your ass back yet again, and before you can gather your head you’re being pulled off the dance floor, Yoongi’s grip tight on you wrist.

“Then let’s go.”

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technically single || stuart twombly (smut)

word count: 6278

warnings: oral (both receiving), smut, strip club, unestablished relationship

author’s note: so i was listening to the way i are by timbaland and i just felt the need to use it as some sinsipration! enjoy xo

pairing: stuart twombly / reader

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