Theme: Yunho is a stripper in NYC and meets a very generous man named Mingi. He treats the stripper with twenties instead of ones, so the least Yunho could do is give him head. This is my hottest one so far! 🥵
**Every night was the same in the retro strip club that Yunho worked at. He'd get there at eight o'clock. When the night sky was dark but every light made the city look awake and alive. He would go to the dressing room and make himself look nice and pretty. And then, of course, he'd get on stage and dance to his track, making sure to let everyone know it's his turn, and he deserved those ones.
Tonight was no exception to his boring routine. He did everything as per usual, but today a new set of brown eyes watched when he was dancing. The man looked as if he just got let out of a business meeting with his clean, crisp black suit and red tie. Suit pressed with no wrinkle in sight. His brownie-colored hair pushed back and styled in a way that made him look oh, so hot.
Yunho saw the man in the crowd when one of his friends, Wooyoung, was performing before him. He would usually watch his coworker throw it down for the men and women in the crowd, but today he didn't watch Wooyoung. Yunho watched him. Him in all his godly glory just sitting there. Just sitting there eyeing the off-stage stripper.
Most times the men in this club were not totally unattractive, but at the same time not attractive either. They were mediocre in short. The type of "okay-looking" that you probably wouldn't be caught looking twice at. Or even looking once at. But fuck, he was all the stripper could look at tonight, and apparently Yunho was also the only one that he had his sights on.
During the whole duration of Wooyoung's sexy pole dance, the man in his clean-cut suit couldn't and wouldn't stop staring in Yunho's direction. The boy was off stage but he could see him in the spotlight shining his way, and his eyes wouldn't waver. Didn't move as the music dimmed down and a new, soft R&B beat kicked in. Did not stop looking as the transition was made, dancers changing places and Yunho getting in position--leg wrapping around the warm pole and back arching into a sexy C. And definitely not faltering when the stripper swung his body around the pole, sliding down it and grinding the floor.
Yunho would be lying if he said he didn't stare into the man's eyes a bit as his lower body gyrated against the floor. It would totally be a lie if he said he wasn't hard just imagining him watching him do this in a bedroom. Watching him slide down his legs instead of the pole to get on his knees to see how the man tasted.
The music wrapped up just as Yunho was at the edge of the stage shaking his ass to the Mello beat. He let men and women stuff ones in his neon green jockstrap as his bulge jiggled slightly to the rhythm, and when he got to him, the man's fingers grazed his bulge as he stuffed a twenty into a free space. Yes--a fucking twenty dollar bill.
Yunho finally gets off stage and he can only think about one thing: "I need a drink". So he travels to the bar, sweat glistening his skin as he asks the bartender for his usual, which consists of two shots of tequila and a beer. Right as he tilts his head back to take his first shot, he feels eyes on the back of his head. Obviously it's him but Yunho doesn't look to see as his second shot slides down his throat. When he feels the presence beside him, he looks to see the man- looking real and unreal as ever at the same time.
"I was going to buy you a drink but I don't want to talk to a drunken man." His voice is much deeper than Yunho expected. Much deeper and silkier than any man he has come encounter with before at this club. Up close his eyes are a dark chocolate and shine from the light in the room. And his scent is something intoxicating that Yunho wouldn't be surprised if it was sold as a drug on the black market.
"My tolerance is quite high despite the way I look," Yunho smiles at the man next to him in a way that would have anyone swooning. He gestures to his skinny frame but he stands a little taller than the man he's talking to. It only causes the guy to smirk, which makes Yunho feel submissive in his presence. "I'm Yunho—by the way."
The man tells the stripper that his name is Mingi and it fits him perfectly. Mingi is a name that just so happens to mean excellent success, and by the looks of it, he would most likely be creating excellent success tonight if he plays his cards right. Yunho sees four good aces in his hand, too.
"So you can take another shot for me, correct?" The way Mingi says it. For me? Of course, Yunho could definitely drink another shot of tequila on a good day. Today was absolutely a good day since he meet a beautiful and dominant man that's going to rock his night, so he downed the liquor that was placed in front of him. He gave Mingi a crooked smile as he stuck his tongue out to show the alcohol was gone.
That pink muscle being shown must have done something to Mingi because soon his fingers grip the stripper's chin and edge him closer to his suited body. Yunho isn't even paying attention to the beer that tipped over on the bar. Doesn't care that a man sitting next to him looks far too annoyed at the situation. Can't see the way another one of his friends, Seonghwa, is swinging around the pole as Passionfruit by Drake is playing in the background. Only recognizes the look that is painted across Mingi's face—an expression of lust that has Yunho's insides getting heated by the second.
"What else can you do for me, baby?" Yunho could do a lot of things for this man. Make him feel an immense amount of pleasure in less than a minute, get on his knees as fast as ever, and let him fuck his ass like no one ever before. So the stripper pulls away and gets up from the bar. He leads Mingi in the bathroom, which isn't the most sanitary place but "YOLO" as Wooyoung would put it. Locks the door and instantly drops to his knees in front of the businessman.
Hastily unbuckling Mingi's leather belt and dropping the pressed trousers to his ankles, Yunho gasps at the curve of Mingi and his monstrous cock. Usually, not always but usually; handsome, tall men have little baby dicks but Mingi- he was HUGE! Yunho kind of wanted a baby dick now that he saw what was going in his mouth. How was it going to fit?
"What?" Mingi must have saw Yunho's eyes bulge out of his head and the sound escape his lips. The stripper is gazing up at Mingi with a look of awe and adorable adoration. A smirk appears on the businessman's plump lips, his eyes narrowing with more arousal as he looks at the boy on his knees in front of the sinks. His tongue swipes across his dry lips, wetting them at the sight.
"Nothing," Yunho says gripping the base of the cock in his face, hearing a hiss from Mingi at the suddenness. His own muscle licking the pink tip and swirling salvia all over it. Soon he's bobbing his head to the soft, muffled music playing outside.
Looking up every so often, Yunho finally catches Mingi's stare as he swallows around him. There's a banging on the door from outside, but the pair can't bring themselves to care. The businessman is pulling the stripper off the floor and bending him over the sink faster than anything. He struggles a bit with moving the string to Yunho's jockstrap to the side, but he's spitting and fingering into his tight hole not too long after.
It doesn't take long for Mingi to finally open the boy bent over the sink, just enough that he can fit inside of him. And then he's pushing in, feeling the immense amount of pleasure flow through his body—Yunho watching Mingi's face contour into something so fucking sexy it hurts. Release coming closer by just entering such a thick, wet space that causes his toes to curl.
"Fuck, baby," Mingi says pulling out and slamming back in. Watching Yunho's ass jiggle the same way his bulge did on stage. Gripping his narrow hips with so much pressure to prevent him from slipping away. "You are so good for me, hm?"
Yunho's face shapes into a look of desire as he stares at their reflection. Mingi is holding and railing him over the porcelain "water-dispenser"--again, something Wooyoung said. And while this is happening, he just moans and cries for the man to speed up and touch him in all the right places until he's coming undone. Whimpering at the feeling of being used for pleasure and being a cum-slut for Mingi. Only Mingi.
The man comes, all but a little dripping from his ass to the tiled ground. He pumps a few times, hitting that special spot, and then Yunho is coming through the material of his neon costume. Liquid dropping and dripping everywhere onto and off the both of them.
Mingi fixes himself up first and then asks Yunho for his number. He's still bent over the sink, trying to catch his breath from the pleasurable experience; but nevertheless, he takes the outstretched phone and types his number into the space. He adds the contact name: Yunho 💚💵, handing the phone back with a small smile. He pulls his underwear back into position and tries his best to get the cumstain out of it. Mingi is still here, watching and waiting for Yunho to say something.
Instead of saying anything, Yunho catches his chin between his fingers and pulls their lips together. Their mouths are sloppy but who the fuck cares at this point. He moves away: "Don't forget to call me sometime, daddy." With that, he saunters out of the bathroom with all his money earnings and a satisfied smirk on his face.