Thread by @sugaskookie613

#yoonminvhope #namjinkook #drabble
🔞MDNI NSFW

This could be a much longer PWP smutfest…but I’ll just keep it short…and maybe put it in the WIPs folder for later but…

complete, 1.5k words
Tags
📍sheltered tae
📍corrupted tae
📍pole dancing tae
📍smut/oral/anal/poly
📍semi-public/public sex
📍drug lords, crime lords, arms dealers, attorneys
📍sugar baby

Thinking thots about sheltered and innocent TH, born in the US and went to private schools his entire life including ivy league for college. He’s a shy nerd for the most part, except that every year on New Years he would challenge himself to do something out of his comfort zone.

His sophomore year of college, he challenged himself to take a pole dancing class and ended up liking it so much that it became his hobby. And nobody knows about it except the folks he takes classes with.

For his college graduation present, he takes himself to Seoul to visit his cousin, SJ, before taking his place at his mother’s law firm. A week after he gets there, SJ takes him out to a club where TH dances the night away, mostly on his own but also with a few strangers.

One is a flirtatious college kid named JK who reeks of sex and looks high as a kite but he’s excessively sweet. The other is a guy named HS who moves like water and holds Taehyung closer than anyone ever has and it makes him /feel things/.

He begs SJ to take him back there the following weekend and his cousin acquiesces. He finds JK and HS again. JK’s sober compared to last time but still very much a sweetheart and HS looks like he’s ready to eat TH alive with the way he smiles upon their second meeting.

Part way through the night, the club is packed, everyone is sweating, SJ has disappeared, and TH tells JK and HS he could use a drink.

The three of them head up to the bar and the bartender doesn’t even ask them what they want, he simply hands them each a drink and nods to a table telling them, “compliments of that table.”

TH spots SJ sitting with three other men, all very much put together but clearly from different walks of life.

He notices the wicked smile flash across JK’s face and he’s quickly shuffled over to the table where JK bullies himself to fit between SK and a man introduced as NJ.

He’s the high powered attorney that SJ’s mentioned off-handedly and TH’s suspicions are confirmed that they’re more than acquaintances. He’s surprised when SJ allows JK to straddle and grind in his lap and suck on his neck while simultaneously rubbing his hand over NJ’s crotch…

He’s startled when Hs pokes him in the side and introduces him to JM who “works in imports” (with a wink) and YG, a pretty man with pretty lips and pretty hands and pretty clothes who drapes his pretty leg over JM’s lap and bats his lashes and says, “oh, we need him too, please.”

And JM chuckles and kisses YG on the crown of his head before peering up at TH to ask him if he’s enjoying his time in Seoul, to which he says yes, of course.

But, you know, TH’s Korean is a bit lacking given the fact that his parents didn’t speak it much and his language classes were more textbook than practical. So a good amount of the rest of the evening is him trying to keep up with the other six and their various conversations.

He feels comfortable with them despite the fact that he watched both his cousin and NJ cum in their pants in a public space and then they took poor JK-ie to a back room and ruined him with what energy they had left (given his face and limp when they came back, it was a lot.)

TH returns the following weekend but the club looks different this time, there are poles installed at the front by the dj booth and a few of the tables have been renovated to have their own poles as well.

JM and YG wave him over to their table, one of the newly renovated spaces, and ask him to sit with them. TH is thrilled when HS joins a few moments later. The four of them enjoy their drinks and conversation and they take their time with TH to make sure he doesn’t get too lost.

YG notices how TH watches the people taking their chance with the poles and how he eyes the one in their booth. He snarkily asks if TH even knows how to climb a pole and TH’s stomach turns into butterflies and bumblebees with excitement.

At the start of the next song, he climbs up onto the round stage and grips the pole tentatively to make sure it’s as secure as it appears. He hooks his foot around and swings and loves the glide of the metal in his hand.

His outfit is skimpy, but not skimpy enough for his own liking so he strips himself slowly, of course, of whatever items he deems a hazard to his little impromptu performance.