Blindfolded ||Yoonmin ff|| +18

[Black]

(liked the song so here ya go//it honestly has nothing to do with the mood of the story 😂)

The way he could move his body. The silk black fabric covering the upper parts of his face. Yoongi was lost in a fantasy watching the blonde dance. His small, thin hands wrapping around the pole as he went to swing his thin figure around it. The rest of the girls in the building seemed to fade into darkness, all of Yoongi's attention glued on Jimin. Studying every edge and curve of the blindfolded man as he slouched back in his chair.

"Are you enjoying the show?" one of the female dancers chirped seductively to Yoongi. His only response was a smirk for he could not take his eyes off the dancer by the name of "Park."

Park. A name in big, bold letters on the entrance to the club. He definitely earned his title. His body moved in ways others could only imagine. And right now, Yoongi was imagining being alone in a room with Park. What would the boy do? Little did he know that "Park" wasn't here to please others. Although it was his job, he was doing it for himself after...issues...in the past.

Yoongi reached into his back pocket to pull out some money for the exotic dancer wearing the blindfold. As of doing so, the dancer lowered to the ground and continued to dance, gradually making his way towards the man in the chair. Once reaching him, he smirked.

"Private or public?" he asked Yoongi. Yoongi had put down a 20 asking for a lap dance. He didn't even have to answer, the dancer pulled up the blindfold to see better and walked him to one of the rooms in the back. Park had on a dress shirt with small prints and tight, black, silk jeans. He was absolutely stunning in Yoongi's eyes. The dancer was only the slightest bit shorter than Yoongi but still short enough to tease.

When reaching the doorway of the room, Park pulled the stringed beads to the side for entrance. The room had a couch and a small table with bottles of wine, beer, and other alcoholic beverages. Knowing what to do already, Yoongi, almost sprinting, made his way to the couch and sat down. Park could see the excitement and lust in the black haired man's eyes.

"What's your name?" Park questioned, settling down on Yoongi's lap and sliding his hand up his chest. As he waited for the older's response, he leaned forward to his ear to nibble on it.

"Call me daddy." Yoongi stated in which Park just chuckled. Slightly shaking his head, he began swaying himself against Yoongi. A low groan left Yoongi's mouth from the pleasure he felt in Park's movements. His hands snaked to the blonde's waist, adding slight pressure to gain more pleasure. The friction finally broke the wall that was keeping Park from moaning. Though he was used to this, since it was his job, it felt different with Yoongi. Like his curves fit like a puzzle piece with Yoongi's.

The tips of Yoongi's finger were under the dress shirt covering Park. Their mouths made contact as Yoongi began to pull the shirt up. He could feel the dancer smirking against his lips. Park was the one in control. He had full dominance over Yoongi. This is one of the reasons he felt ok with doing this job after what happened. Park let Yoongi take the shirt off fully. After all his job was to strip. Regardless, he knew this wouldn't go any further. It wasn't part of his job. He could touch others but they couldn't touch him.

"I'm sorry, daddy. But you time with me is up." the dancer innocently pouted and got up off of tipsy Yoongi. The top three buttons on Yoongi's shirt were undone after an intense make-out session between the two males. He guided Yoongi out of the room and went back to dancing.

~Author~

You like or no? This story will have smut in it so if you don't like smut you can click away. 😁 Thank you for reading and I purple you! 💜