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“You know, when they told me someone wanted to meet me urgently, I didn’t expect a kid.”
“I’m not a kid.”
“Sure.” Hwang Hyunjin continues writing without sparing him a glance. “So what do you want from me, uh…?”
“Seungmin. I need a job.” Seungmin cuts to the chase. That gets Hyunjin to look up from his paperwork.
Hwang Hyunjin. He’s even more intimidating in person. Rose tattoos crawl up his neck and peek past his sleeves. The crisp white blouse and black vest he’s in make him look stern, authoritative. Older than his age. Which is not to say he’s old, far from it. He’s young and incredibly handsome, strong jaw, plump lips, dark hair. But any youthfulness he might have exuded is squashed by the steeliness of his eyes. Those eyes alone make Seungmin want to turn and run.
But he supposes, one needs to have that kind of aura to become one of the city's youngest syndicate bosses.
And hell, Seungmin wishes he wasn’t in this position right now, but after his stupid roommate had dashed and left loan sharks on his trail, Seungmin needs protection. Because it doesn’t matter if Seungmin isn’t actually the one who owes them money, it matters that he’s now a target. This isn’t his first rodeo, Seungmin knows the only way to fight one fire is with a bigger fire. And right now, Hyunjin is the apex predator.
“So you think I’m going to just take any stray dog that comes in looking for scraps?” Hyunjin asks, leaning forward, resting his chin on his interlaced hands.
Not technically, but out of all other gangs, Hyunjin runs an actual organization. Not a messy ragtag team of gangsters. Velvet Room, an underground bar that serves as The Roses’s headquarters and their main source of income. Anyone with money could enter. It’s highly lucrative, Hwang Hyunjin was a genius when instead of fighting for territories, he created a neutral ground. Attacking it meant pissing off not just The Roses, but every other organization that frequented the establishment. And Hyunjin has a wide customer base. Criminals, thugs, businessmen, politicians, you name it. His connections were insane. And Hyunjin began this empire by taking in strays until he had an elite trustworthy team.
“I need the protection.” Seungmin pleads his case. “I can do anything. Waiter, cleaner, dishwasher, that’s fine.”
“Unfortunately, all those positions are fully taken.”
“Please, I’m desperate.”
Hyunjin spreads his arms in mock defeat.
“Well, Seungmin-ssi, I’m afraid right now I’m only looking for whores.”
Seungmin blinks.
“What?”
Hyunjin leans back in his chair and cocks his head.
“You heard me. Whores, prostitutes. You know what services Velvet Room offers, don’t you?”
He does. He had done his research of course. Velvet Room is a hub of an enterprise, everything from regular bar services to weapons dealing.
“So unless you’re interested in that position, I can’t help you.” Hyunjin shrugs and goes back to his paperwork. “I will say, I do take care of my dolls well.”
“I’ll do it.”
Hyunjin pauses in his writing and looks back up at Seungmin. He raises an eyebrow.
“You sure?”
Seungmin looks at him with determination in his eyes.
“Extremely.”
For several long, stifling seconds, Hyunjin stares him down, as if assessing him properly for the first time. Wordlessly, Hyunjin closes his file, keeps it in a drawer, and gets up to approach Seungmin. Unconsciously, Seungmin tenses but all Hyunjin does is reach behind him and lock the door. Though that in itself gets his adrenaline pumping.
“Come.” Hyunjin beckons him as he walks back to the desk and Seungmin follows warily.
“Alright.” Hyunjin leans against his desk, facing Seungmin with his arms crossed. “Strip.”
“Pardon?” Seungmin asked incredulously, arms unconsciously covering his body.
“What? You came here for a job, didn’t you? I need to make sure you’re qualified. So strip.”
Seungmin stands dumbfounded while Hyunjin watches him expectantly. He’s completely serious.
Come on, Kim Seungmin.
Before he can think twice, Seungmin begins pulling off his clothes, adamantly fixing his eyes on the floor as he does so until he stands before Hyunjin stark naked and his clothes in a neat pile next to him.
Hyunjin hums in approval as he drags his eyes up and down Seungmin’s body while Seungmin’s arms twitch at his side, fighting the urge to cover himself. Embarrassment rises to the surface to his skin and makes him fidget in place.
“Not bad. In fact, very pretty.” Hyunjin says, reaching out to take one of Seungmin’s arms that had gotten stuck half raised and leading Seungmin to take a couple steps forward in a surprisingly gentle manner. Hyunjin runs a hand along Seungmin’s waist and Seungmin shivers.
“What a tiny waist, my fingers can almost touch.” Hyunjin comments as he wraps his hands around Seungmin's waist. He drags his hands up to Seungmin’s chest and thumbs at his nipples. “These are cute too.” Hyunjin’s lip quirks up when he notices the hitch in breath it elicits from Seungmin. “Sensitive? Even cuter.”
Seungmin lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Hyunjin’s hands travel back down.
“You have a nice cock.” Hyunjin continues, almost factually. Like he’s quality checking a product, though that must be how he’s viewing this whole thing. Like Seungmin’s a new toy. He may as well be, from the nonchalant way Hyunjin toys with his cock and balls. It’s humiliating, Seungmin is biting the inside of his cheek. “If you know how to top there’s definitely a customer base for that. Though personally,” Hyunjin cruelly gives a tug and Seungmin has to stifle a whimper. “I would market you as a bottom.”
“I’ve topped.” Seungmin whispers out. It’s all he’s ever done actually. Why is he whispering? He feels small like this. Naked and at the mercy of this force of a man. Hyunjin tilts his head with a smile.
“Really? I think you would do better as a bottom. You seem to like it.” Hyunjin replies, hand wrapped around Seungmin, who to his mortification, is slowly growing hard. “I like to go with my dolls preferences. Makes the work is fun for them too.”
“Okay,” Hyunjin pushes himself off the table and comes behind Seungmin, pushing him forward with a hand on his back. “Hands on the table and bend over.”
Seungmin feels the protest bubble up his throat, swallows it down along with his pride, hesitates and then obediently does so with burning red ears.
“Good boy. You’re learning to take instructions. But next time, when I ask you to bend over,” Seungmin feels Hyunjin’s hands slide down his spine, encouraging him to arch his back and pop out his hips so his ass sticks out. “Do it like this. See?” Hyunjin’s hand slides down naturally over the curve of his butt and gropes. “This looks prettier.” Hyunjin lands a slap that gets a surprised yelp out of Seungmin.
“Cute butt. Couldn’t really tell in those pants.” Hyunjin continues undeterred with a hum, landing a couple more smacks, each one getting progressively harder. Seungmin’s skin stings . “A little flat though, I gotta hit hard to get any jiggle.” His hands rub the reddened skin, not so subtly feeling Seungmin up. The hits weren’t hard enough to actually hurt but Seungmin’s self respect might never recover.
Mortifying.
“Now then, let’s take a look.” A fresh wave of burning hot shame ripples through Seungmin when he feels hands grabbing and spreading his cheeks, feels the cold air hit his hole and Hyunjin’s gaze lay claim on the most intimate part of him. Seungmin has never felt so exposed in his life. Yeah he's fooled around with people but he's never been the one in this position. Hyunjin lets out a low whistle.
“Now that’s a good hole.”
Involuntarily, Seungmin clenches and the amused snort he hears from Hyunjin only makes it worse because it means Hyunjin was looking . How embarrassing can this get? One moment Seungmin is broke and jumping between part time jobs to afford his shitty shared apartment, now he’s in an underground bar, naked and bent over a table having his ass spread by one of the city’s most dangerous men.
“Shy?” Hyunjin teases, Seungmin’s whole body jolts when he feels a thumb press against his rim. “Twitchy, twitchy.” He’s not used to this, his body squirming away trying to run from the foreign sensation but the grip Hyunjin has on him stops him. All he can do is clench his fists and squeeze his thighs together and hope that offers him a little refuge.
It doesn’t.
“Pervert.” Seungmin mutters out. Hyunjin laughs.
“I run an underground bar with sex services, what do you expect me to be? I take that as a compliment. And believe me, sweetheart.” Hyunjin leans over to whisper in Seungmin’s ear. “This barely even scratches the surface.”
“In fact, I’m getting a little excited now, Seungmin. There’s a lot of potential in you. I have so many ideas.” Hyunjin continues, he sounds happier, why was this freak happier?? “Your butt is cute, but a little flat. So we should put you in some reaally tight booty shorts, have them cut at about…here.” Seungmin feels Hyunjin’s hands smooth up his ass and cup high up his cheeks. From what he can feel, the shorts would have half his ass peeking out. Forget shorts, they might as well be panties. “And then we could even have a little cut out...” Hyunjin continues as his finger traces the shape of a heart over his hole. Seungmin heats up as the picture of it is drawn in his own mind. “That way, every time you bend over like this your cute little hole will be on display.” He can see it, it’s so lewd, so shameless. A whine escapes his lips at the sheer imagined embarrassment. “After all, you have such a pretty hole, we should show it off.” Hyunjin teasingly pinches the sensitive muscle causing Seungmin to jerk away.
“Yeah.” Hyunjin pulls back, hand still resting on Seungmin’s hip. Seungmin makes the mistake of turning back to see Hyunjin staring down at him with absolute hunger. “That’ll be a fucking sight.”
This man is insane .
Never in his life has Seungmin ever felt so helpless, so vulnerable. Not just because of his current state but Hyunjin himself is such a dominating force. He’d be crazy to try to disobey.
“Keep this position.” Hyunjin instructs before walking back round the desk and into Seungmin’s field of vision. “Aw, you sure are making a mess of my desk.”
“Are…you done?” Seungmin ventures tentatively, ignoring that he’s now aware that his dick is leaking precum all over the hardwood. How could he get hard from being treated like this?
“The first half, yes.” Hyunjin replies as he pulls open a drawer and shuffles through. He fishes something out and Seungmin’s eyes widen when he sees what it is.
“Now I need to see how well you can take a cock.”
A full body shiver ripples through Seungmin’s body when he realizes what’s about to happen. Is it fear? Is it arousal? Seungmin doesn’t know at this point.
“Take a—now? Yours?”
“Yes and yes.” Hyunjin pulls out a condom packet and drops it on the desk alongside the lube. “Unless there’s another one of my employees that caught your eye earlier, I can call them in to help.”
Seungmin shakes his head.
“Rule number two.” Hyunjin leans down and grabs Seungmin by the jaw, looking directly in his eyes. “Speak clearly. What do you want?”
“I…I…” Seungmin gulps. He can’t say it but Hyunjin refuses to let him hide away. “I want your cock.”
“Please.” He tacks on quickly. Hyunjin smiles in satisfaction and pats his head.
“Good.”
“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll make this good for you.” Hyunjin says, coming back behind him and knocking his legs apart. “Stand like this, I want to see you pretty cock weeping while I finger you.”
Bloody hell. Seungmin adjusts his position to lean on his elbows so he can hide his face in his hands.
“Easy there, baby. Let me in.” Hyunjin murmurs as he massages two fingers against his entrance. Seungmin’s body is going haywire in response. “Shit, you’re fucking tight, doll. You a virgin or something?” Hyunjin asks after he’s coaxed one finger in. "Maybe I'll have to get you plugged up before shifts."
“N-no.” Seungmin replies, trying really hard not to make his shallow breaths obvious. Hyunjin’s finger in him is making it hard to think straight. “Yes…maybe. Never bottomed.”
“So I’m the first one in your cute little ass? Hot.” Hyunjin smirks as he adds another finger and begins to scissor him open.
“When was the last time you got tested?” Hyunjin asks as he rips open the condom. “This is important so don’t try to lie.”
“Last month. I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone since.” Seungmin says, still trying to collect himself together after getting finger blasted into next week. He had nearly cried when Hyunjin had found his prostate.
“I’m clean too, but for today we’ll use protection. Standard policy in the Velvet Room. Although,” Hyunjin leans down to whisper against the shell of Seungmin’s ear. “Any other day I would have loved to pump you full of cum.”
And when Hyunjin starts feeding his length into him, it draws out the most debauched sound from Seungmin yet. He’s so big , his body is spasming trying to adjust.
“Easy, relax.” Hyunjin hushes, running his hands through Seungmin’s hair, like Seungmin’s a scared puppy. He sort of feels like that, everything is overwhelming and he’s so powerless. “You’re doing so good.”
And once Hyunjin’s deemed Seungmin adjusted enough, Seungmin is a goner . Hwang Hyunjin must be a demon in the flesh because he’s merciless in the way he pounds into Seungmin, barely giving Seungmin any time to recollect himself. At one point Seungmin does actually start crying from the intense pleasure, loudly too. The whole bar must know what’s happening behind the closed doors of Hyunjin’s office.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, is good.” Seungmin slurs out. Hyunjin huffs out a laugh.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
It’s unsurprising that Seungmin ends up coming first but it doesn’t deter Hyunjin in the slightest, continuing to use Seungmin body like a toy for his personal pleasure. Seungmin is so dizzy with overstimulation that he doesn’t even realize Hyunjin finishes.
For a moment, he stands there, on trembling legs, which Hyunjin draped over him, their breaths panting in unison.
“I’ve decided.” Hyunjin says after several moments, straightening up and pushing his now sweaty bangs out of his face. Seungmin looks back at him with expectant eyes.
“I don’t want you as a prostitute for Velvet Room.”
“What?” Seungmin splutters, already weak legs almost giving out in shock. After all that? After putting Seungmin through that humiliating ordeal, he’s just gonna turn him away? He fully turns to face Hyunjin, anger welling up in him. “You mean to tell me now that you’ve gotten a good fuck out of me you’re just gonna throw me back out on the streets?”
Hyunjin has the audacity to laugh.
“Calm down, sweetheart. I’ll still give you a job.” Hyunjin closes in on Seungmin again, backing Seungmin up against the table. He takes Seungmin by the jaw, a devilish grin on his face and slightly crazed glint in his eyes. Seungmin gulps. “But I want you all to myself.”
“You’re gonna be my personal pet.”