The stripper club Delirium was one of the bests clubs with amazing strippers and one of the bests was Park Jimin. He was their flower, the most beautiful and the most expensive one. To have a lap dance from him it would cost your life to see his maj...
Days that transforms into months pass with Jimin being alone most of the time, the boys out doing something shady. He takes those days to get more familiar with the house and have some me-time.
Jimin thinks that, maybe, they are some really freaky mafia or some shit. I mean, at least that is what it looks like. He could ask, but he doesn't wanna be involved so deeply in their lives.
The stripper takes off his swimsuit and lay down at the chair to get some color on his milk skin. He puts a calm yet sexy playlist to play on his new phone he got from Seokjin.
Such a relaxing day, no one home (again) and no noisy neighborhood. Just him, the music, the sun and the sound of the waves crashing.
— You look delicious like that... — a raspy voice says startling him.
— What do you want, darling? — jimin glances at him, not moving one inch from his position.
— Nothing, I just came back earlier than I thought and wanted to see you very soon. My friends are always monopolizing your time for themselves, and the poor me was cast out. — He gets closer blocking the sun, his voice was laced with mischief.
— Hmm, not my fault that you were busy.
Yoongi laughs, liking the stripper's bratty attitude, and smirk as if he knew something the other didn't.
— Why don't you give me a little dance to show how much you missed me?
Jimin gives him what he wants, his body moving flawlessly without a song and his hips doing wonders. Yoongi was mesmerized by the stripper. There's no denying that the boy was talented.
— Fuck, you look so gorgeous moving like that. — he groans, sitting in the bench he calls for the boy — Come.
The younger does what he is told, sitting gracefully in the other's lap and giving a little taste. Jimin moves his hips in such delicious way that Yoongi hiss at the contact of his clothed cock with the other bare one.
The older being inpatient, he grabs the other by his waist and starts rocking up. The stripper bites his lips to contain his moans, but the sudden speed up it makes them slip through the plump lips.
— O- oh! Yoon— Jimin tries to talk, but Yoongi is like an animal in heat.
— I will fuck you right here, for anyone who enters this house sees you getting some cock like the pretty slut you are. — with that he throws jimin on the bench, pulling out his own clothes at a quicker pace and opens the dancer legs to give him access to his delicious hole.
— There's no need to prepare me, please, Yoongi... Just fuck me!— jimin whines.
The older ignores him, he slides his finger inside the tight hole, it entered quickly without a problem and keeps a steady pace.
— Did you loosen yourself? Were you waiting for someone to fuck you today? — he asks and pushes another finger inside.
Jimin doesn't answer, the moans and whimpers that leaves his mouth enough to give a response. Yoongi increases his thrusts, his finger being clenched so deliciously by the younger's walls while he tries to find the spot that would make the flower to cry in pleasure.
— The sounds you are making are so fucking pretty-- fuck! — He stops fucking the pretty boy with his fingers, his own cock hurting already from the restrain, and Yoongi doesn't think twice before pulling out giving some stroke and finally entering the sweet boy's hole.
There's no time for Jimin to whine about the sudden emptiness. The flower eyes widen when he feels what he wanted from the beginning. His eyes roll back and his mouth opens letting out a high pitched moan.
Just a tiny gasp and something that sounded like "holy fuck, Yoongi" could be heard between the moans and skins slapping against each other. The orgasm hits the flower in mere minutes, his eyes glazed with lust and tears. The older hitting on his sensitive spot seeking his own orgasm just after he made him cry out from the pleasure.
— Are you okay, gorgeous? — Yoongi asks after gaining the power to do so.
— Yeah, I'm just--- fuck! — The older chuckles at his answer and Jimin joins him.
— I'm flattered, cupcake. — He kisses the flower's collarbone till he gets closer to his mouth — Another round doesn't sound bad, does it?
— Not at all, but at least we could do this on the bed. — Jimin whispers and closes the distance between their lips, he parts them for a second — What do you think?
Yoongi doesn't answer, he grabs Jimin and carries him in his arms till his room. He drops the stripper on the bed and smirk.
— What a beautiful sight. — he kisses the younger's lips — Aren't I a lucky guy?— Jimin only smiles at him, waiting for Yoongi to consume him and make him cry from pleasure again.
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NOTE
I'm gonna say, I kind of hate this chapter — like a lot. I rushed to finish this, cause I have been trying to write this chapter since the last real chapter was released. I guess, the reason is cause it's almost the end? Or cause I want to write other stuff? I dunno, maybe it's both reasons.
I was tempted to delete this book, but someone told me not to — and for real, if it wasn't for them I would have (is all thanx to ohsextme, my sweet baby, for that btw) I was pressuring myself to continue and STOP creating new plots (like freaking difficult plots). But, thank god it just have only two more to go and the book's over.
Kind of sad, but I'm very excited to actually write those over-exaggerated plots that are series and shit. You guys have no idea how happy I'm to finally get this over with. Sorry for the rant, till the next chapter darlings.
