TINDER 🔅 YOONMIN

47.

"I want you to be my sex slave"

I looked up and tilted my head to think, but as soon as my brains were processing his words, I got distracted by something that was happening in front of me. There was this boy in front of me, sitting on his hands and knees, wearing some sort of leather strapped armour. A much larger man held a whip and slapped his reddened chest. My cock twitched when I saw the man receiving those whips was drooling, clearly enjoying the matter. It made me intrigued: how come it seems so pleasurable?

A hand pinching my upper thigh made me realize that Yoongi was still sitting next to me. I looked at him as he was petting my head and licking his lips, clearly waiting for me to say something.

"S-so are we about to kiss right now?" I drunkenly asked, completely forgetting he asked me something.

There were currently 2 Yoongis looking at me, chuckling in the exact same manner.  "Are you really drunk right now?"

"I am n- *hiccup* - not!!!" I folded my arms and pouted as I heard him laugh.

"You're not? Okay, sure if you say so" I felt his hand petting my hair. It was strangely soothing, especially considering what was happening before me. The show was already over, but the light in here was still dimmed. Loud moans, whimpers and slaps could be heard, people were clearly not ashamed to enjoy themselves in here. Maybe it's for the best that the lights are dimmed.

I looked a bit around and found a familiar brunette a couple of loveseats further on hands and knees, eyes closed. It made me think of when he sought eye contact with me when I first entered the club and earned a couple slaps in the face for it from his, uh, dom. My body grew hot again and I whimpered at the memory. My cock was twitching for attention, so I straddled the handsome man next to me and rolled my hips forward to give my member the friction it sought.

"J-Jimin" clearly caught off guard Yoongi put his hands on my hips.

"Why do I feel so hot, Yoongi" I closed my eyes when his hands gripped my hips very tightly, preventing them from moving. "I want you to do all of these things to me" Dark, lustful eyes stared hungrily at my lips. I could almost hear him grunt "But-" his head jolted upwards to meet my gaze "You're such a fucking dick"

No, no. Even my drunk self couldn't forget how coldly he threw me out of his car. Lightheaded I jumped off him and walked away. I zigzagged through the many loveseats that were occupied by so many leather-wearing people doing the naughty naughty.

I tried to find the exit, so walked a bit around to notice anything particular that looked like a door. I found this hallway next to the toilets with a couple of doors, I opened them, only to meet the eyes dozens of people who were having orgies. But not like the regular orgies, this was much more interesting with chains and whips and straps and lashes. I opened the door of the last room and I the endless moans and screams stopped.

"huh, soundproof huh, pretty d-*hiccup*- damn clever hah" the silence was quite comforting. The room had this red lighting, the walls were painted with all kinds of whips, beads, chains, ropes and many other things I didn't recognize from my usual porn site.

There was a kingsized bed, with black sheets placed against the wall. They felt really soft.

"Jimin, what are you doing in here?" I glanced behind me to see Yoongi leaning against the door.

I shrugged and turned my attention back to the bed "Mhmm comfy" I moaned at the softness of the blankets as I fell backwards on the bed. I noticed Yoongi walking closer to where I was laying on the bed. He sat down and sighed.

"Jimin, let me take you home" I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of him.

"I- I don't like you calling me Jimin when we're t-this close"

"What do you want me to call you then?" He smirked.

"Anything else really, I-I mean, I-I'm joking it's not that big of a deal, I didn't- "

"Okay, let's get you home," he said while getting up. Instantly missing his body temperature, I quickly grabbed the hem of his button-up.

"I like kitten!! Don't go please, I-I'm cold" Yoongi had this look on his face, I couldn't really decipher what he was thinking at that moment. He just laid back in the bed next to me, not saying a word. Happily, I snuggled up beside him, not really caring about the fact that he tensed up as I rested my arm and leg across his torso.

Like that, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.