Y/N POV
It's really not that easy, being a stripper you know.
Here I was, one fine evening, at the strip club I worked in. It was my turn and I walked on stage, earning a few loud cheers immediately.
As usual I kept performing without thinking anything except for the fact that I'm doing this to get money. A very good amount of it.
When I was done, I immediately walked back into my dressing room but one thing couldn't seem to get off my mind.
On the balcony, where the VIPS sit, there was this guy. I don't know how to put this but he looked at me like a prey. And surprisingly, I loved every second of it. He just kept staring at my soul without a care in the world.
Just when I got done with everything and put my backpack on to leave I heard a knock on the door.
Y/N: Come in.
My boss walked in making me surprised. Anyway, I managed to shake that off and bow but he quickly spoke.
Manager: Y/N, I need you to do this one thing.
Y/N: What?
Manager: I need you to do a private show for this guy who's the biggest and youngest business man in the country right now. Oh well, he's also the richest so you see I couldn't just decline the offer. I promise you'd get paid double and-
Y/N: Whoa hold on. I don't do private shows and their are tonnes of girls in this club who do. Tell any of them to-
Manager: Do you think I don't know that? I told him that several times but he wouldn't listen! Just c'mon please! The contract even says that he can't touch you! Please Y/N it's just for an hour.
With him pleading like that I couldn't say no. He's always been there when I had any financial crisis. He has always been a great boss. Anyway, it's just for an hour and moreover he can't touch me.
Y/N: Fine, I'll do it.
His eyes lit up as he smiled at me gratefully.
Manager: Oh god Y/N I can't thank you enough!
Y/N: You're welcome but I'd like to get it over with as soon as possible.
....
About 15 minutes later, I was in the fanciest room in the club I worked in. Surprisingly, I didn't get any instructions to get changed into a lingerie or anything. So I was in my regular outfit, a stripped tee and some black shorts with my backpack on the nightstand. A few minutes later I heard the door open and then shut, followed by the sound of the lock turning. Soon enough, the figure walked up and stood right in front of me.
I felt air getting stuck in my throat and my heart's sudden fast pace took me off guard as I blurted out something I didn't intend to.
Y/N: S-Shit, you're really hot.
I swallowed as I felt my throat getting dry.
He looked at me with fascination in his eyes as he loosens his black silk tie and then throwing it somewhere on the floor. I bit my bottom lip in reflex. It's been like 5 minutes since I saw him and he hasn't even uttered a word and I feel like he could destroy me with his aura.
??: Breath, your lips look pale.
He let out a husky chuckle as he started unbuttoning the first two buttons of his white shirt and I choked on air before pleading.
Y/N: J-Jesus, no. D-Don't.
He let out a cute giggle as I saw his gums. Wow. So he's cute too. Fuck my life.
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18+ Toxic ( Yoongi oneshot ff)
FanfictionThe richest and youngest businessman and a stripper, might sound odd but works out perfectly fine. After all, opposites attract.