The K-Pop Thread

“I don’t know about this...” I muttered to my mom as she finish adding the touch ups to my make up. She sucked her teeth at me, putting the makeup back to it’s rightful place.

“Don’t think you’re gonna back out now! It’s gonna be fun, and you have nothing to worry about.”

I groaned, throwing my head back. “Yeah, but... ugh! It’s just weird!”

“What’s so weird about it?! They’re only strippers!”

I groaned again and my mom shakes her head at me. “Your makeup is done, so hurry up and get your shoes on so we could go.” I do as she says and soon enough, we’re on our way to our co worker's house, where she was hosting another one of her stripper parties. That was the first one I was ever attending, as well as the first time I’ll be seeing strippers, so I guessed it’s natural that I felt a bit nervous.

We arrived at her house, joined by other women, most of them who were around my mom’s age. It felt so weird, being probably one of the only few women that were still in their 20s. I sat on the couch, sipping on a drink while the others conversed around me, chatting and laughing and getting to know each other. They were pretty excited for what was to happen, while I was sitting down, wondering if I’ll be able to make my escape without being noticed.

But before I can make my great escape, the doorbell rung and there was a cheer. Suddenly, I was smushed between two women sitting with me on the couch, and I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest. Oh shit, here we go.

The door is opened, music randomly started to play, and in came this fine piece of man meat, strutting into the living room without a care, already dancing and rolling his body. The theme for tonight, obviously, was policemen. Two other men came in, wearing tight, stripper versions of a police uniform, swirling the batons in their hands, police hats on their heads. It was quite a sight to see, these well built, gorgeous men, groovin’ and dancin’. I almost drooled. Almost.

That is, until a fourth one walked into the living room, and my mouth dropped. He wasn't built like the others, no, he had a slim body, and the most gorgeous face that I have ever seen on a man. He had cat like eyes and blond hair, amazing facial features... and wonderful hips, oh Lord. My eyes were set on this young man for most of the night, watching him tease the other women while slowly stripping off the tight uniform. I licked my lips at the sight of his slim body, unable to breathe as he runs his hands down his chest and abs.

I furrowed my eyebrows when he bent down a bit, and I realized that my mom was talking to him. I blinked when she pointed at me and I realized what she was doing when he looked at me with a grin on his face, one that almost matched the evil grin on my mother’s face. Oh no. He came closer to me, until he was standing right in front of me, rolling his hips to the music as he began to fumble with the button of his pants. I gulped and looked up at him, my face as red as a cherry. Oh God, he looked so fucking sexy. He slowly pulled his zipper down and I had to squeeze my thighs together. Oh shit, this was not happening.

Next thing I knew, he, and the other strippers, were in nothing but their G-strings. He had went off to dance in front of the other ladies, gladly letting them slip money onto his G-string. Though he always made his way back over to me. He placed the police hat on my head, and I shivered when he gently touched the baton to my face, sliding it down my cheek, chin, and to my neck. Gulping, I take a five dollar bill from my pocket. Seeing that, he moved closer to me and I, with shaking hands, slip the five into his G-string, quickly removing my hands. I wasn’t quick enough, since he grabbed onto my wrist. I stare up at him in shock, squeaking when he takes my hand and slides it slowly down his chest and abs. I ignored the whistles and the cheers caused by such an action, staring wide eyed at him, seeing the smirk on his face.

He moves my hand lower and I quickly snatched my hand away when I saw that it was getting too close to crotch. I didn’t even want to think about that... I hear him laugh and he moves on to dance for the other women, and I slumped in the seat of the couch. When can I go home?







It was a week after I went to that stripper party, and I couldn’t get that one beautiful stripper with the cat like eyes out of my head. I kept thinking about his body, how it swayed with the music, how he teased me constantly that entire night, how every time I think of him, I always felt the need to shove my hand in my panties to relieve myself of this aching want that I had for him since that night.

Too bad I was in the wrong place to do it. I was sitting in a small coffee shop, enjoying my day off from work. It was nice and warm outside, so I thought it fit to come in and enjoy a nice iced coffee. My iced coffee was halfway finished, and I was on my phone, trying to get the thoughts of that stripper from my mind. I didn’t even know his name... There was the tingle of the bell that signalled another customer, and I took a quick glance, freezing in my spot when I saw just who walked in.

It was him.

He stepped inside the shop and looked around a bit. His eyes swept right past me, but quickly came back. I gulped and he smiled at me before turning and heading for the counter to place his order for whatever he was getting. I squeezed my thighs together again. He was fully dressed in a rather casual and stylish attire, but I’ve seen that man basically naked. That wasn’t something that I was able to easily forget. I sipped at the iced coffee, playing with my phone. I stopped when a shadow loomed over me and I looked up, dropping my phone onto the table when I saw that it was him. He was smiling at me, holding a cup of iced coffee in his hand, as well as a muffin.

“Hi~ Can I sit with you?”

I blinked. He had an accent, but I was still able to understand what he was saying. I nodded, answering his question, and he sat down across from me, setting his messenger bag on the floor by the chair. He slipped a straw into his iced coffee, and I watched as he took a sip of it. His eyes met mine and I quickly look down, taking my iced coffee and taking a sip. Stop being a creep, self.

“So... where are you from? I noticed an accent when you spoke earlier...” After a moment, I managed to get some courage and actually talk to him. He looked at me and smiled at my question, scooting closer to the table.

“I’m from South Korea. My parents moved here last year. I go to University here,” he answered me and I nodded in understanding. Well, that was interesting. But hey, even strippers lived normal lives... not that the stripper life wasn’t normal... nevermind. “Do you go to University?”

I shook my head at him. “Nah, I just work...”

“Were those women your co workers~?” he then asked me with a grin and I blushed deeply.

“Some of them were...” I muttered and he laughed. “How long were you, ah... stripping?”

“Hmmm, about six months.”

I nodded. “Um... why do you do it? Do you do it to help pay for your tuition?”

“Yeah, most likely. And I needed money for myself too. It’s not so easy to get a job here.”

“You got that right. But doesn’t it feel weird sometimes? Getting basically naked and dancing in front of women for money?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It was weirdl at first... but I love dancing and performing, so I’ve learned to enjoy it. I work for a good agency that treats all of us well. They’re very understanding of my school schedule. They gave me tomorrow off to study for a final I have to take. This is only temporary for me, until I graduate and can go into work in the field I really love.”

“Which is?”

“Fashion.” He grinned and I laughed lightly.

“I can see that. Your outfit today is nice. Fashion, dancing and performing, you’re an artistic guy, aren’t you...” I trailed off, blinking when I realized that I didn’t even get his name name.

But he only laughed before taking a sip of his iced coffee. “My name is Kim Kibum,” he said and I smiled gratefully, nodding.

“So your first name is... Kibum, then?” I asked and he nodded. “My name is Nikki. It’s nice to meet you, Kibum.” I smiled at him and he smiled at me in return. We continued our conversation, finishing our iced coffees and Kibum sharing his muffin with me as we did so. He was really such a nice guy, a bit of a diva, and I found out that he was also quite a smartass too, but that was just fine with me.

He got up from the table, saying that he was going to get another muffin for us to share. As he walked to the counter, I couldn’t help but eye his rather nice ass, which I’ve seen a lot of. Ah shit, we were having such a nice conversation, that any thought of how much I wanted him never crossed my mind. Now that I was staring at him, watching as he stood at the counter and paying for the muffin, taking in his amazing body, those thoughts came running back to me. The images in my head hit me like a brick, a chill going down my spine and right between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, fidgeting in my seat, and Kibum quirked an eyebrow at me when he sat back down on the table, muffin in hand.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head at him and tried to calm myself down. I can’t be acting like this, man.

“N-nothing. I’m fine...”

Kibum eyed me for a moment before he shrugged, taking the muffin from the plastic wrapping before handing me a piece. “So, I heard that that was your first stripper party you’ve been to,” he said and I blushed deeply in response.

“W-well, yeah... but you should’ve known that. That was my mom who sent you over to me,” I hissed at him, glaring at him when he laughed.

“Not only that, but it was pretty obvious with how red you were,” he teased, grinning at me. I huffed and turned my head away, trying to get the blush away from my face. That jerk!

I took a look at my phone, realizing that almost an hour had passed since Kibum sat across from me at the table. Looking at him, I watched him nibbling on his muffin, my breath stopping short when he lickeds away the crumbs that fell onto his lip. Oh man.

“Kibum?” I said quietly and he looked at me, eyebrows raised.

“Hm?”

“How much do you charge? For a...show or whatever? A private show.”

He blinked at me, not saying a word, and I started to feel stupid for even asking such a thing.

“Five-hundred. I’m not cheap, honey.”

O-Oh... Well I didn’t have five-hundred dollars.

“But for you...” I blinked and looked at him, and he reached over and ran a finger gently down the side of my face. I gulped.

Oh man.







I was now sitting in my apartment on the couch, my fists clenched tightly. My breathing has become a bit heaviy, my face flushed as I squeeze my thighs together yet again. My eyes never left the man dancing for me in the middle of the living room, his shirt off and his jeans unbuttoned. He had his iPod plugged into my speakers, his body moving deliciously to the music playing. He rolled his hips, running his hands down his bare upper body, licking his lips with giving me a hard, sultry stare.

“Kibum...” I managed to breathe out softly. He only smirked at me before he started to rid himself of his jeans, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. I gasped when he approached me, losing all breath when he sat on my lap, straddling me. Th-this was not part of the plan! “K-Kimbum. What--?” He placed a finger on my lips to stop me from talking and my eyes widened considerably when he slowly starts to grind on me.

“You asked for a show~”

“B-but not a lap dance!”

“What?” he asked and took my hands, putting them on his chest. “You don’t like it?”

“No! It’s not that. It’s-”

“Then shut up and enjoy it, then,” he interrupted, grinning wickedly at me.

“I feel bad... I don’t have any money to give you...” I mumbled as I run my hands up and down Kibum’s chest.

“Mmm, don’t worry about that, darling. Those wide eyes, your pink cheeks, the way you take those heavy breaths through those pink lips of yours... the view is payment enough for me.”

I let out a squeak at his words, my hands stopping right as they reached the elastic band of his boxer briefs. I gulped when he leaned forward a bit, whispering huskily in my ear. “Do what you want with me, honey. I’m all yours~”

[Smut starts here!]

And not even a minute later, I’m laying on my back on the couch, Kibum and I kissing each other for dear life. We part for a second to remove my shirt before our lips connect again. He reached down between us to unbutton my pants and I helped him push my pants down and off my legs. He got rid of them and started to leave sloppy kisses down my neck. He reached behind me to unclasp my bra, removing it and tossing it as well. He continued to suck and kiss on my neck and I moaned when he started to grope on my breasts, running his thumb over my nipples.

“Kibum~ Oh fuck,” I groaned, grinding up against him. I could only moan as I felt his hard on rubbing against me as I grind on him, my moans getting louder when he starts to grind back on me. I arched my back at the friction, and I reach down, grabbing onto his underwear and trying to push them down. “I’ve been wanting you since that night, Kibum. I’ve been wanting you to fuck me until I can’t feel anymore.” Kibum growled and he sat back, yanking down my moist panties and tossing them before working to remove his own. “Make me scream until I’m hoarse,” I continued on. He sat down on the couch and grabbed me by my arms, forcing me to sit on his lap and straddling him. I grind hard on him, the both of us moaning loudly before he grabbed my hips. I raised up a little before I started to lower myself on him, tilting my head back and moaning softly as he slowly filled me up.

Kibum kept a tight hold on my hips, nipping on my collarbone. Once I got myself situated, he grabbed me by the sides of my face and kissed my deeply. I rested my hands on his shoulders before I started to move, bringing myself up and down on his length, picking up the pace as I continued to ride him on the couch. He’s kissing on my chest and neck and I tightened my hands on his shoulders, soft moans and gasps leaving my mouth.

Kibum looked at me and I yelped when he suddenly pulled me off of him. I tried to protest, but he pushed me back down on my back on the couch, him moving in between my legs before grabbing me by my hips, pulling me closer to him and pushing himself right back inside of me. He’s relentless, his thrusts hard and fast and deep. I could only throw my head back and moan with each thrust that he made. “Kibum~!” I yelled out and he smirked above me, taking one of my legs and wrapping it around his waist, bringing him in a bit deeper.

My fists clenched on the cushions of the couch, the sounds of our moans mixing with the music that still continued to play from Kibum’s iPod. “Kibum~” I moaned again, grabbing him and bringing him down to kiss him. He returned the kiss, our tongues battling each other, his hard thrusts still coming with a force. I hold him tightly to me, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

“Nikki...” I heard him moan against my neck and I tightened my hold around him, thrusting my hips to meet his own thrusts. I don’t know how long this went for, but after another moment, I break underneath him, screaming out his name as I tightened around him while my orgasm rocked through my body. He continued his thrusts, trying to reach his own climax, but before long he is coming inside of me, making me moan at the feeling.

After a moment, he pulled out of me and we both sat up on the couch, breathing heavily. He wrapped an around around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I cuddled against him, still trying to catch my breath when I heard him curse.

“We didn’t use a condom.”

I grinned at him. “I’m on the pill.” He looked relieved at that bit of information and I giggled lightly before I stopped suddenly, realizing... “You’re, um... clean, right?”

He blinked at me and I was afraid that he was offended at me for asking him that question. I opened my mouth to apologize but he just shushed me with a light kiss. “I’ve never had sex with any of women I’ve had to dance for. You’re the first. I understand your fear.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay... I just... wanted to make sure.” He smiled at me and kissed the side of my neck gently and I nuzzled against him. “Can you stay over tonight?”

“I wish... I still have to study tomorrow for my final.”

“... I can help you study.”

He thought for a moment. “Okay, I will. But that will require another payment from you. I told you I’m not cheap~”

“Oh? What do I owe?”

Kibum smirked before leaning in to capture my lips with his, and I giggled when I started to feel his hand creeping up my thigh.

-End-