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hotel paradise • yugi (ateez)PART TWO❌

Theme: NYC stripper Yunho gets a call from the infamous businessman, Song Mingi, and gets invited to his work party. What could go wrong? Requested by PIKAB00B 

**Yunho hasn't ever done something so exciting before as he did the other night. He has never fucked with a customer and has never given his number to them either. It was just something about Mingi that had a desire eating up Yunho—inside out. That had him wanting him in all the right ways and all the right places.

Having not been to work since that special Friday night, he hasn't seen if Mingi was there and giving his twenties to other strippers. Yunho was saddened just thinking about, what we're supposed to be, his twenties in someone else's jockstrap. The stripper wanted to be the only one this Mingi was fucking. Wanted to be the only one on his mind.

A loud ringing sound sends Yunho jumping up from his leather couch and falling on the hardwood floor. He hits his ass on the ground and quickly scrambles up to answer the phone on his coffee table. It's an unknown number, and he has a feeling he knows who it is. So he picks it up, muttering a "hello" in the receiver.

"It's Mingi. Is this Yunho?" His voice is silky and deep—exactly how it sounded when the stripper first met him. Yunho wants to feel him against his skin just by the sound of his rich, soothing sound. The phone is being squeezed now as Yunho tries to think about anything else.

"Hey," Yunho replies coolly, almost in a flirty manner, and Mingi is smirking into the phone. The businessman called for a reason so he might as well get straight to the point.

"I have a party to go to. I want you to attend as my date. Will you or won't you?" The same charming man Yunho met at the club. Straight to the point, hinting and flirting and yearning. Sexy and handsome and tall. So, yeah, Yunho said yes. And of course, he got dressed in one of his skimpy yet elegant outfits. Flashy yet humble. Sexy yet innocent. An outfit so opposite from what he'd wear on stage but just spoke to him.

Yunho is currently walking into a party—fashionable late because it's his style—alone. Mingi sent his driver for Yunho and the address he was taken to was a bit too flamboyant for his taste. It was in an extravagant layout, the Hyatt, and it screamed expensive. Everything looked so pricey, including the waiters holding water bottles that probably costed him the twenty Mingi gave him, that he couldn't believe he was in this expensive-ass hotel with some many men in suits.

Everyone looked so high maintenance here that Yunho felt dressed down. His silky red blouse slightly exposing his hairless chest. Tight-fitted leather jeans hugging the swell of his plump ass, and shoes that matched his dress shirt. Color so crimson it put blood to shame. Yeah, he outdid himself but apparently it wasn't enough. He should've wore his tuxedo that he had in his closet from his brother's wedding last year. It would go perfectly in a place like this, but with Yunho's choice of outfit, he stood out.

People in all corners of the Hyatt were looking at him, wondering who brought such a fine specimen. And soon their question was answered when Mingi strolled up to him, slinking his arms around his waist and leaning in to kiss Yunho. Being surprised Yunho blushed the same color as his shirt but closed his eyes in gave into the man. When Mingi pulled away, the stripper was leaning in for more.

"We have all night for this, baby," Mingi said placing his arm on Yunho's shoulder, leading him to his coworkers to introduce the talk of the party. He met a few but none were as attractive as Mingi himself.

It was late when the party wrapped up and everyone went home. Some people—being too drunk to function—got a suite in the hotel and spent the night. Mingi was one of those people. He got a hotel room for two, and Yunho was anticipating the whole night awaiting them.

The room was on one of the higher floors but both men didn't care as they made out the whole elevator ride. It was super late and no one was in the hallways, so they did what had to be done before they got to the room. Yunho sucking love bites all down the honey skin of Mingi's neck. The businessman sliding his hands up and down Yunho and his sides. Feeling the soft skin that appeared after rising the red material.

"Fuck, I can't wait to fuck this ass of yours again." Mingi's hands ventured down to the swollen asscheeks that made his knees weak. He squeezed the pudgy flesh quickly, harshly causing Yunho to whimper against his neck. The stripper's head leaned back, and he caught Mingi's lips in a passion and lust filled kiss. Their lips opening and closing on each other's, tongues massaging and running on puffy lips.

When the elevator finally got to the top floor, signaling with a ding, they poured out of the elevator hands still all over each other. They saw not a soul in the long, exorbitant hallway. The doors were spaced farther apart than in a regular hotel and that lead Yunho to thinking that these rooms were fucking huge.

Suddenly Mingi wrapped his hands around Yunho's thick thighs and hoisted up against his abdomen. Yunho felt the man's hard chest and felt his monstrous cock poking into him. He wanted it so bad. He wanted to see Mingi naked for the first time. He wanted to be ravished in all the right places, and he wanted Mingi to be the one doing it.

They entered the room rather quickly and slammed the door closed with their bodies. Mouths still attached and bodies intertwined when Yunho was pinned to the mattress—it was surprisingly quite comfortable like a cloud—and kissed everywhere. Mingi took his time to kiss every exposed area of Yunho's body leaving his mark in his wake.

Fingers running in his hair sent Mingi over the edge, he couldn't wait any longer. He took the stripper's blouse off—tearing the material in the process, but Yunho couldn't care less at the moment—and threw it on the carpeted floor. The pants were next and the man shimmied Yunho's tight ass out of the stiff material. The stripper wasn't wearing anything else besides his shoes, but he kicked those off fast.

"No underwear?"

"No, Daddy."

"Such a naughty boy, hm."

Yunho's hard erection was standing at attention by the time Mingi was undressed, completely in all his brilliance. This time Mingi pulled out the supplies they needed beforehand that they lacked last time in that bathroom and threw them on the bed. He prepared Yunho who was whining and rutting up to find his release, but Mingi was being the tease now. The stripper was finally prepped, hole slick and wet, making sounds that sent the businessman in a frenzy. Mingi almost slid the condom on his dick, but forgot about it because of Yunho positioning his legs over the man's shoulders, and shoved his cock in the wet space.

With no time to adjust, Yunho whimpered out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted to feel it though so he didn't tell Mingi to stop. The man pumped in and out of the slick fuck-hole that Yunho was being used for, and the stripper ate it up.

With the constant movement from Mingi, hitting his prostate just like last time, Yunho was coming rather quickly and was embarrassed because of it. He blushed and moaned out for Mingi to slow down or he'd come again, but the man didn't. He kept moving, looking down at Yunho who had his eyes closed and hole clenched. The blush on the stripper's cheeks was evident in dim light of the hotel room, and Mingi thought he looked absolutely beautiful in that moment. Beautiful in every moment that they were together, and he wanted to spend his time with Yunho starting now.

"I want you to be mine," Mingi said as the grooves of his cock rubbing Yunho's insides. Sending the stripper into overstimulation, Mingi was so damn happy watching Yunho whine and rut and bite that he didn't realize how close he was to coming. And then it happened, semen pouring into Yunho's hole for the second time in less than a week, and Mingi being the one it belonged to.

"Yes, fuck, yes! I want to be yours Mingi," Yunho said when he came again. He was so sensitive and squirmed when Mingi touched the tip of his member. The businessman had pulled out and was watching his milk pour out, and then he took right there again. Yunho being so sensitive he came in less than a minute, but who said Mingi was done with him?