Stripper. (Complete)

"Deal with it."

"WHAT THR FUCK?!" Yoongi yelled.

"Deal with it." Namjoon said bluntly, sitting on the bed and crossing his arms.

"Your a stripper?! Your so....what?!"

Yoongi was trying to figure out how the 'ugly nerd' of the school was a sexy stripper after school.

"I got the job to get money. Now get this over with so I can get home. I need to feed my brother." Namjoon said, fiddling with his lube bottle.

"What?! I'm not gonna fuck you! You--thats gross!"

"Hey I don't want to fuck you either but if boss comes in here and I'm not fucked into another world, then I'm not getting paid, and then you'll have to fuck one of those gross girls that dance all poles." Namjoon said with a glare.

"I rather have you starve then fuck you."

"This isn't for me! It's for my brother! If I don't have money to pay for his school, get food and new clothes for him,and sometimes myself, we are gonna be dirty homeless people! And I don't want that for him." Namjoon said with a glare, setting he lube bottle down

"And if you fuck a girl, they will get PREGNANT! And you will be a FATHER! at the age of 17! And girls are discusting." Namjoon mumbled the last part.

Yoongi grunted.

"F-fine! I'll do it! Just...get yourself ready. I'm not sticking my fingers in your ass."

"Wasn't planning on you to. Turn around. A boy needs his privacy when it comes to things like this."

Yoongi turns around, covering his eyes  and bending down.

Namjoon prepared himself, moaning soflty

Yoongi wouldn't admit it....but his moans were adorable. High pitched.
Yoongi liked those moans. It's a real turn on.

"Alright get this over with so I can get money!".

Namjoon said, covering his eyes with his arm.

It took a while but Yoongi finally got inside him.

"Uh....what do I do?"

"Justove your hips. It's easy." Namjoon said, panting lightly.

"Like this?"

Yoongi jerked his hips forward, going deeeeep inside Namjoon, causeing Namjoon to let out a loud moan. Namjoon covered his mouth his mouth in embarrassment, moaning again when Yoongi did the smae thing.

I can't believe I'm doing this. But its for Kookie

It took a while but by the time Yoongi got used to it, He was wrecking Namjoon. Namjoon was a moaning mess, clutching at the bed sheet and covering his face with a pillow.

"H-hyung..ah!"

Yoongi looked and Namjoon, getting hard all over again.

Namjoon was drooling, tears of pleasure running down his face. His eyes were almost closed, and his hair was a mess.

"H-hyu-AGH!"

"SHIT! What did I do?!'

"K-keep going!" Namjoon moaned, moving his hips.

Yoogni did it again, earning a loud moan from Namjoon. He repeatedly hit the same spot, Namjoon quivering under him.

"H-hyung...aha!"

Namjoon came hard, his cum shooting to his chest as he twitched.

Yoongi kept going, lost in the sea of pleasure. By now he totally forgot he was fucking the schools 'ugly nerd".

Yoongi came soon after, pulling out right after and just staring at Namjoon.

Namjoon was nearly passed out.

If Namjoon was being honest, this was he softest sex he ever had. The other men are too rough. Switching positions, biting, hair pulling and name calling.

Namjoon still has a scar on his chest from the one guy that brought a knife, threatening to kill him if he didn't get to go long then he original time.

And Yoongi saw it.

Namjoon had moved to where he strap uncovered his chest, showing half of the still red scar
Yoongi pulled on his pants before touching his chest.

Namjoon smaked his hand over, pulling he blanket over his body.

"P-please don't tell the school a-about this." He whimpered out.

"I won't. Promise." Yoongi said, shoving his hand into his pocket.

And just then, Mr.Min barged into the room.

"You guys done? Cause we got another costumer." A large man showed up in the doorway beside Me. min, smirking evily. He could see Namjoon flinch from the corner of his eye, and he, for some reason, bacsme very worried.

Yoongi was taken out of the room, and almor instantly he would here Namjoon moaning, the bed creaking loudly.

He was led back to the bar counter, told to stay until it was time to go.

"I hope you didn't go too hard on him. If so I will hurt you." Chanyeol Sid with a glare.

"I-i didn't go too rough! I promise!"

"Good.             You know he hates this job, right? He's doing this for his younger brother."

"Y-yeah....he told me."

"Hm." Chanyeol whiped his head to the direction the room was when he heard Namjoons so loudly, the man walking out of the room with an evil smirk.

"Come with me to check on him." Chanyeol said, grabbing a wet towel.
Yoongi followed silently.

When they entered the room, he swore his heart cracked into a million peices.

Namjoon was on the bed on his back, breather heavily and looked as his he was milked from all his energy.
Chanyeol helped him sit up, cleaning his body with the cloth.

Namjoon leaned into Chanyeol, wrapping his arms around his neck and sobbing.

"It's okay. Just a few more years and you will be back on your feet."

Namjoon nodded, sniffling lightly.

Yoongi didn't know what to do.

But he knew to tell his friends to leave Namjoon alone at school