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Namjoon loves watching his mates dance. Always has. It’s not hard to understand why, once you get a good look at them. He often sits just how he sits tonight, liquor in one hand and the other resting gently on one of his omegas’ waists, watching 3 of his lovely mates dance.
The first mate he sees- the one on the pole on the front of the mainstage- is the stunning alpha and first lead dancer, Jung Hoseok. Besides choreographing for all of Namjoon’s strip clubs in Seoul (a good ten at least, Namjoon lets one of his other trusted mates handle the exact numbers), Hoseok- or JHope as he’s known to many on the underground, and Hobi to him- serves as one of Namjoon’s most trusted bodyguards. The alpha now, however, is not working in the bodyguard position, and instead swings his hips in a manner that has all the omegas in the room swooning. His shirt was torn off earlier in the act, leaving him in nothing but tight fitting leather pants that leave almost nothing to the imagination and Valentino boots. He radiates sunshine and sex, his heart-shaped smile lighting up the room- even from the back where Namjoon is sitting- and his toned abs rippling in the stagelights.
The second mate he sees is on one of the poles to the right of Hoseok, and is the lovely omega and second lead dancer, Park Jimin. He often helps Hobi choreograph for the dancers and when he’s not doing that he’s running Namjoon’s prostitution ring. Mainly though, Jimin is a pretty house omega- just like his two other omega mates- often opting to make appearances for the rest of the pack. Right now, however, Jiimin gives a sultry performance on stage- teasing the alphas in the audience with his charming eye smiles and puffy lips just made for sucking dick. He catches Namjoon’s eye, and winks- licking his plush lips and dropping his ass down to the floor obscenely. He wears gorgeous black lingerie with a matching black thong that just make his ass look delectable.
His third mate is on the pole to the left of Hoseok, and wears a matching lingerie and thong set with Jimin. The omega’s name is Jeon Jungkook, and he’s the golden maknae of the Bangtan pack. Not only is he the youngest among them, he’s also the pack’s head omega- the most treasured of Namjoon’s mates- not that he loves any one more than any other. As head omega, Jungkook will bear children for Namjoon first, and shares in the responsibilities of leading the pack. When Namjoon is gone on business, Jungkook is in charge, and runs everything from the packs underground workings to their more above ground ventures. He has the whole world on his shoulders and has yet to let Namjoon down. The omega himself feels Namjoon’s eyes on him as he grinds on the pole, and blushes cutely- the shy little omega always just that for Namjoon- a shy little omega.
Namjoon’s fourth mate is currently curled under his arm, the last omega of the pack- Kim Taehyung. Taehyung is a lovely house omega, and the most clingy of the omegas. He hardly strays from the sides of his mates- only making appearances outside of work with someone by his side. He works as a model, posing for Gucci and other companies, and often travels so being with his mates is important to him. Right now he wears the same lacy lingerie as Jungkook and Jimin- though he chose not to take the stage tonight, preferring to stay by his head alpha’s side.
His fifth mate, alpha Min Yoongi, stands to the side of the booth Namjoon sits in, one hand protectively resting on his gun as he performs his duties. Yoongi- or Suga, as the underground knows him- works as Namjoon’s most trusted bodyguard, above ground or below. Yoongi hardly ever leaves Namjoon’s side, and serves as Namjoon’s closest confidant- though he has no secrets from his pack. Yoongi’s catlike eyes peruse the room lazily, scanning for threats to his alpha and resting every so often on his lovely mates onstage. Yoongi is short for an alpha- hardly taller than petite Jimin- but he resonates with a silent power that strikes fear into his enemies and provides his mates with comfort and safety. He wears a Kiton K-50 suit, tailored to fit, and looks professional and dangerous
His final mate, beta Kim Seokjin, sits next to Tahyung, hands clasped in his lap and back straight as he releases calming pheromones. He works as the pack’s negotiator, as the scent of betas is known for calming down alphas and omegas. He also works as the pack’s number man- keeping track of all the finances for all their business ventures- and as Namjoon’s personal secretary. Seokjin is Namjoon’s oldest mate, and often falls into a caretaker role- making sure all the omegas and alphas of the pack are happy and healthy. Seokjin has the heaviest workload of the pack besides Namjoon, so Namjoon often finds himself babying his oldest mate- leaving Seokjin to become a rather pampered beta. He wears a 2 million won sweater and a Gucci belt, leaving him looking quite unfitting for the strip club environment.
Namjoon himself wears a leather jacket, jeans, and black sunglasses- he knows from the looks his mates send him that he oozes danger and power, even out of a suit and tie. Even in the less expensive looking outfit, the price of all the items together still totals around 3 million won, which is nothing to scoff at. During the day he is CEO of Kim Enterprises- a company that runs half the entertainment companies in Seoul as well as dabbling in the medical field and in weapons for the military- though those are done more on the downlow. At night he is the most feared Mafia leader in Seoul- running a huge prostitution ring, almost all drug peddling done in the city, and ten or more strip clubs (he really ought to ask Seokjin the exact number). He and his mates strike fear in the hearts of his enemies, and next to no one dares cross him. He owns the police- bribes and blackmail making him nearly untouchable. He owns the largest hospital in Seoul and the military- his donations and other contributions putting them in the palm of his hand, for fear of losing him.
“Seokjin, call our honored guest. He’s late,” Namjoon says coldly, displeased with the small diss.
“Of course,” Seokjin says calmly, pulling out his cellphone to make the call. Just as the first ring sounds, the man Namjoon was waiting to meet appears, sliding into the seat on the other side of the booth, his bodyguard trailing stupidly behind.
“Choi Daekhyun. You finally showed up,” Yoongi says coldly.
“Yoongi. Remember your place. Daekhyun-ssi is a guest here, we must show him the utmost respect,” Namjoon snaps, glaring at his mate for speaking out of turn (though he truthfully didn’t mind, as the outburst caused Daekhyun to shake with fright). Yoongi nods silently, not willing to speak out and cause himself more trouble.
“Thank you Namjoon-ssi,” Daekhyun says, clearly feeling braver as he glares at Yoongi.
“It’s of no consequence. I expect only the best behavior from my mates.”
“You’re a stronger man than I Namjoon-ssi. With mates as beautiful as yours, I would have a hard time saying no to anything,” Daekhyun says, leaning in as though telling Namjoon a secret.
“Oh I hardly say no to my mates Daekhyun-ssi. They get whatever they want and in return I get perfect obedience,” Namjoon says with a cocky smile, pulling Taehyung closer to him. The truth of course was far from that. Namjoon’s mates are often brats, demanding what they want from their head alpha and receiving whatever they asked for in return- regardless of obedience. Namjoon loves that about his mates- their powerful attitudes and strong personalities. They only act perfect in public- knowing how important it is that they keep up appearances.
“Ah of course, nothing else but perfect for the Kim Namjoon. I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
“Neither would I. Which is why we’re here. You, Daekhyun, are behind on your payments,” Namjoon says, keeping up his peaceful, calm demeanor.
“Ah, you see Namjoon-ssi, I-”
“Daddy, he’s lying,” Taehyung pipes up, sounding absolutely bored. Namjoon looks at his mate fondly, proud of him. Taehyung has the best nose out of all of them, and can smell the most subtle changes of scent in even the most guarded and protective of person- which Daekhyun is not. That’s the other reason Taehyung doesn’t dance on stage tonight- Namjoon needs his stellar nose. Namjoon raises an eyebrow, unimpressed with Daekhyun’s feeble attempts at lying.
“Well Daekhyun-ssi? My baby’s nose has never been wrong before. Were you attempting to lie, to me?”
“No, of course not Namjoon-ssi, the little slut just-” Taehyung gasps, offended, and Yoongi pulls out his gun in one swift movement- pointing it at Daekhyun. Namjoon glares at Daekhyun, who seems to realize his mistake too late and shivers in his seat, glancing at his bodyguard. The bodyguard makes no move to pull his gun- having already been paid off by Namjoon.
“What did you just say?” Namjoon says coldly, holding Taehyung tightly to his side. Taehyung buries his face in Namjoon’s scent gland and turns on the waterworks, crying to make Daekhyun feel more guilty and scared. After all, no one makes Kim Namjoon’s mates cry- even fake tears. Seokjin reads the room quickly and releases more calming pheromones, ever trying to be the proper negotiator.
“Now now, Daekhyun-nim, I’m sure you didn’t mean that. Just pay us what you owe and perhaps your little slight can be forgotten,” Seokjin says cooly.
“Of course I didn’t mean it, I-”
“Daddy, he’s lying AGAIN!” Taehyung wails, tears streaming down his face. “He really thinks I’m a slut!”
“Oh hush baby, don’t cry. After all, he could be lying about the money, couldn’t he?” Namjoon says soothingly, pulling Taehyung up into his lap. Taehyung sniffs and wipes his tears.
“I guess so Daddy.”
“Would Daddy killing Daekhyun-ssi make baby feel better, hm?” Namjoon asks, ignoring Daekhyun’s terrified gasp.
“I guess so Daddy,” Taehyung says with a pout in his voice and on his lips. Namjoon smiles, leaning down slightly to kiss the pout away. Taehyung whines when Namjoon pulls away, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and leaning up for more.
“Later baby. Daddy’s gotta take care of this first,” he says before snapping his fingers. As soon as Namjoon snaps, Yoongi pulls the trigger- shooting Daekhyun right in the head before the bastard can even say anything to defend himself. The club pauses for a moment before moving on- knowing better than to make any comment on Kim Namjoon’s business.
“Jinnie? Call clean up please, I want this asshole out of my sight.”
“Yes Sir,” Jin says dialing the number on his phone and stepping out of the booth for the call.
“Taehyungie, baby, meet Daddy in one of the back rooms okay?” Namjoon says to his omega mate, pressing a kiss to his scent gland. Taehyung shudders and nods, standing up and walking towards the back rooms, swaying his hips as he walks. Namjoon bites his lip, staring at his mate’s delectable ass. He notices Yoongi staring too, and smiles.
“Go after him. Get started without me. He deserves a reward for doing so well tonight,” he says casually.
“But sir, what about you? Don’t you need me?” Yoongi asks, voice strained as he tries to keep his lust in check. Namjoon stands- easily towering over the older man- and caresses his plump cheek, smiling down at him.
“I’ll find Hoseok. Him and Jimin weren’t so sneaky in sneaking off. I’ll find them and join them before I join you,” he says, glancing up to see only one of his mates- Jungkook- still onstage, the other two having practically run to the back rooms together to- no doubt- fuck. He decides to leave his youngest omega onstage, knowing he’s probably having the most fun he’s had all week up there.
“Yes sir,” Yoongi says breathlessly, leaning into Namjoon’s touch before walking away. Namjoon can’t help but smile at that, his oldest alpha always so touch starved, even after being mated to Namjoon and the others for years.
Namjoon saunters calmly towards the back rooms, hands in his pockets, knowing he’ll most likely find Hoseok and Jimin in the middle of something sexual and fully aware of- and privately hoping for- that. They did spend all night up on stage strripping for his benefit after all.
When he enters the first room the first thing he’s assaulted with is the sweet scent of Jimin’s slick and the musky scent of Hoseok’s arousal. He breathes it in, eyes closed, wanting to sense the situation before he sees it. He hears Jimin’s moans, his pleas for more, harder, faster ringing in his ears like a beautiful melody. He hears Hoseok’s grunts and the filthy things he growls in Jimin’s ears. He opens his eyes and sees Hoseok pounding into Jimin- the tiny omega taking it like a champ. Hoseok looks beautiful- his toned back lined with scratches from Jimin’s blunt nails and his lips swollen and red from kissing Jimin. Jimin looks absolutely debauched- his normally plump lips even larger from kissing, his neck littered with hickeys, and his hips bruised from where Hoseok grips them. Seeing them together makes Namjoon want to take hold of the situation- mold it to his liking- make them beg him for their release.
Namjoon walks forward, grabbing Hoseok by the hair and tugging him back- catching him so by surprise that he loses his grip on Jimin’s waist and sits straight up, lips parted as he pants. He’s on his knees, still buried deep in Jimin’s warm heat, but with Namjoon’s grip on his hair he can barely move his hips- only small shallow thrusts. He whines, looking up at Namjoon with big, round eyes, silently begging to be allowed to fuck Jimin how he wants. Jimin too, whines- reaching up and scratching at Hoseok’s chest in a feeble attempt to pull him closer, get him to go at the fast pace he was moving before.
“Now, Hoseok, don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be giving our Jiminie just what he wants? Shouldn’t you make him wait- take it slow?” Namjoon asks, voice making it clear that this is a rhetorical question.
“Al-Alpha- please- let me fuck him- I- I need it- I need him- Alpha please-”Hoseok whines, his hips stuttering forwards as much as possible as he attempts to keep thrusting into Jimin.
“You may, slow. I want to see you savor it- savor our Jiminie. He deserves to be made love to, not fucked like an animal,” Namjoon says cruelly, knowing that that’s not what either of them want. He lets go of Hobi’s hair, massaging his scalp for a minute as a sort of apology for pulling it so roughly. Hoseok lingers upward, letting Namjoon run his fingers through his hair, and almost forgetting about Jimin, who scratches at Hoseok’s chest as a reminder. Hoseok leans back down, pulling out slowly before pushing back in just as slow, panting with the effort of it.
“Hobi- Hoseok- fuck me- fuck me- Alpha, let him fuck me, p-please,” Jimin stutters out, tears of frustration sliding down his cheeks as Hoseok continues following his alpha’s order and fucking him slow.
“Well, if you want it so bad…” Namjoon says, grabbing Hoseok’s hair and pulling him back again- this time fully onto his back. Namjoon almost feels bad for pulling Hoseok’s hair, but the moan he lets out when Namjoon does it assuages all his fears of hurting his darling Hobi. Jimin whines as Hoseok’s thick cock is pulled out of him completely, leaving him empty. Namjoon appreciates the view- his smallest omega mate all spread open like that, waiting for a cock.
“Ride him. Ride him Jiminie,” Namjoon commands, letting go of Hoseok’s hair and sitting on the edge of the bed. Jimin scrambles up to Hoseok, straddling him and sitting down on his hard cock in one fluid motion. Namjoon waits until Jimin starts bouncing to leave, knowing he has an omega just in the next room waiting to take his cock and beg for him to fuck him. He leaves to the melodic sounds of Hoseok and Jimin’s moans as the two pleasure each other. He knows that Jimin will ride Hoseok to completion- will want to please his head alpha, even if he leaves.
But right now he has a needy omega to take care of, and judging by the moans in the next room, Yoongi and Taehyung started without him.