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Min Yoongi, or Suga as he was known (giving your real name in his world was only asking for trouble) owned a fair number of establishments. It was an important part of his work, but “Fake Love” had to be his favourite. What had started as a pure vanity project had evolved in to what was surely the best and most exclusive club in all of Seoul for gentlemen who preferred the company of other, younger gentlemen. It filled Suga with pride to know that he employed only the most beautiful, talented and eager boys.
Suga was, of course, too busy to fully run the place himself, he left that to Seokjin, or “Jin”, the stunningly handsome former con artist who’d given up his life of crime. Well, almost. As one of Suga’s closest partners, he still assisted in the few shady backroom deals that occasionally occurred in the private quarters of Fake Love and covered Suga’s ass when needed.
The two had become extremely close through their various missions together. They trusted one another with their lives. Suga chose him as he knew he was the perfect person to manage Fake Love, with his disarming smile, bad jokes and goofy laugh he made sure that everyone had the best time, that the drinks flowed and that the boys were all safe and taken care of. Suga knew that he was fondly referred to as “mom” by many of the dancers. However, that warm demeanour masked a hard interior that was no stranger to making people “disappear”.
It was the first night in a while that Suga was heading to Fake Love and he wasn’t going alone. He was taking an associate with him, a certain Namjoon who went by the codename RM in the business, a young but extremely dependable hitman. He’d sent the boy on a job that’d gone horrifically wrong. Yet, he’d pulled it off almost without a hitch and had achieved what Suga had asked. That kind of loyalty and competence deserved a reward - he wanted RM to have a good time tonight.
From the back seat of his chauffeured car he glanced across at the boy, he definitely cleaned up well. Suga had demanded that he suit up and he had, sporting a black number with grey pinstripes and matching trousers, with a white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned to reveal a slither of sharp collarbones. His dyed silver hair was pushed back with a few strands artfully falling over his forehead. There was no doubt about it, he was a fine-looking specimen indeed. Suga had to admit he’d noticed him from the start. He was certain that his boys at the club wouldn’t even consider it work to take care of RM tonight.
The car pulled up, they were there. As they exited, Suga wrapped a slender arm around the hitman’s wide shoulders, gracing him with one of his rare smiles,
“Just you wait and see, you’re going to go to the moon and back tonight my boy.”
Namjoon gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly in the long column of his tan throat.
It would be an understatement to say he was nervous, he’d never really done anything like this before. It’s true he could stride in to a room of thugs armed to the teeth without even breaking a sweat, or shoot someone dead unflinching…but this…however, he remembered his manners and bowed his head gracefully,
“Thank you, Mr. Suga.”
Suga grinned even wider, looking rather feline. He drank in the vision of Namjoon’s sculpted cheeks tinted red, oh this was going to be fun. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to give the boy a good seeing to himself. It was mesmerising to see this tall, usually intimidating professional, who could kill a man without so much as blinking, blushing like a virgin bride.
“I already told you to call me hyung,” he smirked, giving the other man’s bicep a squeeze.
As they entered the ornate hallway the doormen bowed deeply before opening the large velvet lined doors. Namjoon found himself before a dazzling display. It was so much to take in. There was activity everywhere, gents in suits of all ages laughing, drinking, flirting, but what he couldn’t stop staring at the most was the mass of gorgeous men milling around in…only bowties and tiny black satin booty shorts.
Every waiter they passed beamed at the pair.
“Mr Suga! It’s been so long.”
“We’ve missed you boss!”
“Suga you’re back! And just who is that stud you have with you?”
“Let me look after your guest, Suga.”
Suga nodded at each of them. Despite his gruff exterior and the fact he ruled with an iron fist, his employees all knew that really he had a heart of gold.
The older man led Namjoon to the foot of a stage at the back of the room where two huge, extravagant chairs had been placed.
“I’ve made sure we’ve got the best view, of course,” smiled Suga smugly, settling in to the plush throne. It almost looked like it was swallowing his skinny form up, yet still he managed to exude an unmistakable aura of power and dominance. It was something RM respected immensely about his employer.
Suga clicked elegant fingers and one of the serving boys ran up straight away.
“Champagne for me and my guest. Make it one of the 1998 Veuve Cliquots.”
The server bowed and set off immediately.
Suga looked at Namjoon with hooded, seductive eyes, cradling his face with one dignified hand, “You’ll see, it’s a very good year.”
RM nodded with a little hum. He was definitely starting to feel somewhat out of depth in this luxurious environment.
The champagne arrived and Suga lifted a flute towards Namjoon. The hitman struggled not to clumsily take this fragile glass thing that felt somehow too tiny in his hands. He wasn’t nicknamed the God of Destruction for nothing…
“To a job damn well done,” Suga grinned, raising his own glass to chink it against Namjoon’s.
Namjoon nodded seriously, before bringing the drink to his lips. As soon as the liquid hit his tongue, his eyes lit up. He’d never tasted anything like it. He struggled not to down the thing in one go.
The elder man chuckled gently.
“Drink it all, there’s plenty more where that came from. You earned it.”
Namjoon did just that, enjoying the dizzying rush it gave him. He gently extended his glass out to Suga for a refill.
“That’s right, it’s time to let loose a little,” he purred as he eagerly filled his flute.
Suga felt his heart skip a beat at the sight as the boy smiled his first genuine smile of the night. His gorgeous dimples appearing in their full glory.
The mob boss wasn’t immune to the champagne either, his brain felt slightly fuzzy and warm. He found himself wanting to spoil this boy, to show him the finer things in life. He fixated at the sight of his full lips on the rim of the glass. How pretty they’d look wrapped around his cock…how would the boy look when he cried? Or maybe a black velvet ribbon over his eyes instead…
His increasingly filthy musings were interrupted as the lights went low and a few cheers rang out. The show was about to begin.
Leaning across, he whispered breathily in to RM’s ear, “Enjoy.” before settling in to his seat and regarding the stage.
The curtains parted to reveal four poles and four incredibly good looking men, they were dressed in simple white shirts and black pants.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook”, said the one on the furthest left. He was muscular and classically handsome, but also strangely cute at the same time?
“Hi guys, I’m J-Hope!” beamed the man next to Jungkook. He was pretty, lean and his whole face shone with the most angelic smile.
“Hello, I’m Jimin” said the next one huskily. He was shorter than the others and looked well built.
“Hi everyone, I’m V!” rumbled a surprisingly deep voice. The final one in the line had an ethereal sort of beauty, looking serious and unapproachable. But the second he spoke, his whole face broke in to a toothy grin, transforming him in to a cheeky schoolboy.
“And we’re here to…ENTERTAIN YOU!” they all cried in unison to the crowd’s whoops and wolf whistles. The strobe lights started up and music began to play.
They began to remove their clothes. J-Hope and Jungkook were beautiful, that was for sure, but Namjoon found he couldn’t take his eyes off V and Jimin…
Jimin had thighs to die for and a butt that RM just wanted to smoosh his face in to forever. The miniscule shorts he was wearing were doing nothing but accentuating this urge. Namjoon began to feel irrationally jealous of the pole that was being gripped by those damn muscular legs. He poured another glass of champagne to help calm himself.
V on the other hand was all endless, pale limbs. He looked like a real-life doll. He was wearing similar tiny shorts and sequined pasties with tassels on his nipples. He wiggled and writhed and it was hypnotising. Tiny waist undulating, his incredibly long legs working the pole slowly and sensually.
Suddenly, Namjoon’s trousers felt several sizes too small as he fought his growing erection. It had also become extremely hot in the club? His body was burning. He reached for yet another glass of the soothingly cool champagne.
Suga observed all this with barely hidden amusement. He had so wondered which one, or ones, of his four star dancers his little RM would fall for.
When Namjoon thought he was going to have to excuse himself to get some air, things took a turn for the worse. Jimin and V, who must have noticed his open-mouthed gaping, decided to fix their eyes on him.
Namjoon felt like the proverbial deer in headlights as V took a ridiculously long, slender finger and started sucking on it. His eyes never leaving Namjoon’s as he continued his graceful, sinful movements on the pole.
Meanwhilst, Jimin fixed his gorgeous gray almond gaze and in an amazing display of suppleness, took one of his plump asscheeks in each hand and massaged them, all whilst staring over his shoulder straight at Namjoon.
The hitman feared he would expire on the spot. His heart was hammering so fast. His erection positively painful now.
Suga snaked a lithe hand over and palmed Namjoon through his slacks. The younger man jumped as if a thousand volts had been sent through him.
“Hush, hush my boy,” hissed Suga, gently massaging the impressive bulge with one hand and pushing Namjoon’s chest back in to the seat cushion with another, “everything’s fine. Daddy’s here.”
Namjoon let out a little moan at that and writhed at the contact.
So Suga was right. He did so love it when he was right.
RM was one of those that seemed so cold, so impressive, so in control in their professional life, but actually needed to be wrecked and babied in their private lives. To have the control taken away, to be able to let loose and be taken care of. Well, that could most definitely be arranged…
The lights went up and the dancers bowed to thunderous applause.
Namjoon was almost hyperventilating, desperately trying not to come in his pants.
Suga summoned over one of the servers and whispered something in his ear. The server nodded and left speedily.
He may have been small and slender, but Suga was much stronger than he looked, he wrapped stealthy arms around RM and helped him to his feet.
“Come with me, we’re going to get that sorted out,” he smiled, voice rich and seductive.
Stumbling a little, Namjoon was led to a backroom somewhere. Was it all the alcohol he’d consumed? He felt like he was living in some kind of strange dream world.
Suga sat him down on a thick black leather couch as Namjoon slowly took in his surroundings, feeling somewhat delirious. They were in a room with dim lighting and dark velvet walls. Half of the room was taken up by a huge bed and on the wall there were shelves with various bottles and accessories…and wait was that a whip?
The door then opened and none other than Jimin and V walked in, clothed in loose silky robes.
“Why hello there,” said V, eyes intensely fixed on Namjoon. His voice was husky and so deep. It sent shivers down Namjoon’s spine.
“We saw you watching us,” smiled Jimin, his thick lips pink and pretty, “we were very flattered.”
“Yeah,” affirmed V, kneeling down in front of Namjoon, “it’s not every day we have someone so handsome watching us so intently.” His large hands began to caress Namjoon’s thighs, edging dangerously close to the massive tent in his trousers.
Jimin had slid behind the hitman and was gently removing his suit jacket. “You look so hot and bothered, oppa, let’s get you out of this and comfortable, yeah?”
Namjoon found himself unable to make anything that even remotely resembled actual human speech. Only a small kind of mewl emerged.
“Oh he’s so nervous,” grinned V. He turned to Suga, “fuck he’s just adorable.”
“I told you,” smirked Suga. “RM’s been a very good boy for me. I want you to take good care of him.”
“Oh you bet boss,” breathed Jimin in between placing kisses along Namjoon’s long neck up to his ear, “this is the best treat you could’ve given us.”
Namjoon trembled as V began to remove his trousers, at last releasing his length from its fabric prison, whilst Jimin nibbled on his ear.
“Ooh big boy,” said V, looking like a child on Christmas as he drank in the sight of Namjoon’s impressive cock.
“Goodness you’re just so sensitive,” chuckled Jimin as he fingered one of RM’s nipples in to a hard pebble, still nipping his earlobe.
Namjoon was so incredibly turned on and embarrassed. He worried his face was going to set on fire. He wasn’t that inexperienced, but his line of work certainly didn’t leave much time for relationships. How else was he supposed to act with these two incredibly beautiful creatures doing such lewd things to him?
He tried to hold back a cry as V took his dick in to his mouth.
“Nuh uh uh,” tutted Jimin sexily, “don’t you dare hold back any noise, we want to hear you.”
“I’m…I’m going to…”
“Come baby, come,” said Jimin soothingly. His hands roaming heavily under RM’s shirt as he worked an impressive hickey on his neck.
Namjoon found he simply couldn’t hold back, shooting his load in to V’s waiting mouth. Panting as he did so.
He collapsed back in to Jimin who gently caressed him.
“Such a good oppa for us, and you taste so good,” cooed V licking his lips before gently lapping at RM’s balls with a long tongue.
“Give him a few minutes to recover, lads, then I think you should take this to the bed,” smiled Suga devilishly as he lit up a cigarette, leaning back in to the sofa. “Daddy would like to see a show.”
“Ooh yes, Daddy!” beamed Jimin.
He and V gently moved RM. RM lay upon the mattress dazed and overwhelmed as the other men removed their robes, completely naked underneath. Jimin looked like a perfect, sturdy angel and V had a willowy body most girls would kill for.
With experienced hands, they began to disrobe Namjoon. It happened so quickly that the hitman didn’t even fully realise what was happening until the cool air of the room hit his bare skin.
Jimin was slightly surprised, under the flattering layers of clothing the other man was thinner, more noodly than he'd thought. His shoulders were broad but bony, he had good muscle definition, a tapered waist, narrow hips and great legs. His butt was pert but definitely on the smaller side, which Jimin and V both found extremely cute, taking turns to massage the tiny mass. His otherwise unblemished, smooth skin was littered with a number of scars. Nothing serious had happened to the hitman yet, but you couldn't do what he did without a few scrapes. V stroked some of them with gentle, reverent caresses while Jimin kissed others with a hot, wet tongue.
"Just look at oppa's battle wounds," hummed V in awe, "oppa's a real man."
Jimin appraised the other two males,
“So V, I think you should take him from behind and RM, you will suck my cock whilst V fucks you,” stated Jimin, sounding extremely authoritative, then his face broke in to a warm smile, “if that’s ok with you?”
RM nodded wide-eyed, too starstruck to say anything.
“Excellent!” said V in his sultry baritone, clapping his hands with joy. He reached a lanky arm to grab one of the bottles of lube from the nearby shelf.
He gently ran his slim but large hands down the muscular expanse of Namjoon’s back and leant forward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Ready? I’m going to start preparing you.”
Namjoon looked at V’s sizable cock, blushed and nodded.
“God, you’re just so delectable, I could eat you up,” V gushed as he applied a generous amount of lube to one finger, which he then slowly inserted in to the other man.
Jimin took RM’s hands and guided them to his plush ass cheeks.
“Here,” he said gently, “I know you’ve been dying to.”
RM didn’t need telling twice as he greedily squeezed the mounds of soft but firm flesh.
After a few minutes, Jimin took the hitman’s surprisingly delicate wrists and removed them from his buttocks. Then, with nimble and loving fingers, Jimin guided Namjoon’s face to his waiting cock. A little nervously, Namjoon propped himself up on his elbows and took the exquisite length before him in to his mouth.
Letting out a little sigh of pleasure, Jimin ravenously watched as his shapely cheeks hollowed as he sucked him, tongue lapping. It was taking all his strength not to fuck the hell out of those plump red lips.
V had managed to insert four fingers in to Namjoon and was pumping with more force. Namjoon moaned around Jimin’s cock at the sensation.
“I think you’re ready sexy”, concluded V as he lined his cock up to RM’s hole. He slowly pushed up against the ring of muscle…he was in. The other man felt delicious, thick walls clamping around him.
“Oh you feel so good, so tight, oppa.”
Namjoon moaned at the praise, his hands bunching at the sheets.
“Oh we like compliments do we? You look just so unspeakably beautiful with my cock in your mouth, oppa.”
Namjoon let out a long whine as V’s fingers gripped his hips and began to thrust. He could feel the firm muscles of his little stomach pushed up against his ass.
Jimin laced his fingers in to Namjoon’s hair. He tugged lightly, moving the other man’s face upwards. He wanted to see everything.
Namjoon tried not to choke. The motion of V slamming in to him was forcing Jimin’s cock further down his throat. He could feel tears forming in his eyes.
“So magnificent, we’re going to wreck you so hard, oppa,” gasped Jimin as he moved his hips to match V’s motions, “you look so damn sweet when you cry,” he whispered silkily, brushing the hot saline drops with a thumb.
“Your ass is just too good oppa,” moaned V, pushing in harder, his fingers gripping Namjoon so hard, he knew he was going to have bruises.
Jimin reached a hand forward to stroke Namjoon’s cock and Namjoon let out a gargled cry.
“Do you think you can come just from our cocks oppa?” he moved his hand away.
“Oh, I, think, he, can,” panted V from the exertion. Sweat began to bead on his brow as he fucked Namjoon powerfully.
It was all the hitman could do not to explode, he just concentrated on keeping his mouth open and pliable as Jimin moved in him, gripping his hair so that it hurt just enough.
All of a sudden, Jimin pulled away.
“It’s so I can hear you properly,” he smirked, “sing for us oppa.”
Now the room was filled only with RM’s hoarse shouts as V played him like a fine musical instrument; inserting himself to the other man even harder, and the sounds of skin smacking against skin.
“So, stunning, the, both of you,” sighed Jimin stroking himself. “Now, luckily, I decided to prepare myself,” he smiled, slowly pulling out a small toy from his ass.
Namjoon gasped in astonishment, as best he could whilst getting pounded so vigorously. These people truly were experts.
Jimin took the bottle of lube and made a show of stretching and preparing himself, then laying on his back, he slid underneath Namjoon.
“Go on oppa, fuck me, I want to feel that big cock of yours inside of me.”
If Namjoon wasn’t already convinced that he’d died and gone to heaven, he was as he sank himself in to Jimin. The other man's insides clung on to him, threatening to wring out the growing orgasm he was trying so hard to fight.
He didn’t last long, he couldn’t, it was too much. Jimin’s gorgeous face blissed out under him, his cock rubbing against his stomach, coupled with the sensation of V’s lengthy dick taking him, pushing him further in to Jimin with each jerk of his slim hips.
“I’m, I’m going to come!”
And he did, spilling his seed with a shout deep inside Jimin.
“Me too,” moaned Jimin splattering both he and RM’s heaving chests with hot white.
Finally, with a deep grunt, V looked down at the two debauched men beneath him, Jimin’s perfect little nipples covered in cum…he at last allowed himself to give in to the mounting pleasure and shot his load in to the hitman's narrow passage.
The three of them fell back on to the satin sheets, out of breath, limbs entangled.
Suga got up from the sofa, clapping slowly.
“Bravo boys, bravo,” he took his cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out in a nearby ashtray. “There’s just something missing to complete this tableau.”
Standing over the bed, he pulled out his cock and with a few efficient strokes came all over RM’s handsome, exhausted face.
“There,” he grinned, looking down at the glorious sight before him, “perfect.”