Sway Me Smooth | Mafia!Jungkook
Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Assassin!OC
Not Requested: Had to do it for the culture.
Part 1: Sway Me More / Part 2: Sway With Me
Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, BTS mafia au, Smut, e2l, angst, fluff, humor, pining.
Length: 19,452k Words
Summary: Jungkook and Y/N try to make this thing called a relationship work.
Warnings: Strong language, dom!Jungkook, sub!OC, rough oral sex (male and female receiving), mutual masturbation, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, rimming, anal play, butt plug, vibrator, degradation, dirty talk, praise kink, choking, choke hold, breath play, deep throating, spanking, pussy slapping, rope bondage, gagging (clothing), creampie, cum eating?, slight public sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, possessive!jungkook, trouble maker Taehyung, *Jungkook is older than Taehyung in this universe*
1. I'm not gonna make excuses for how long this took, I just hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think in the comments.
Six of Jungkook’s top soldiers sat around the conference table just as they were instructed to the night before. None of them were given a specific reason and they were all teaming with curiosity.
“I’ll bet he’s gonna ask us about Sykes.” Taehyung filled the silent room suddenly with his theory, getting the attention of the other men. “All those leads ran cold, I’m sure he’ll want to know what happened there.” He finished, staring blankly at the spotless mahogany wood of the table.
There was a moment of silence and his comrades’ eyes wandered from one man to another with furrowed brows. “Wait, you mean you don’t know why he called us here either?” Jin wondered aloud.
The gang was shocked to say the least because Taehyung functioned as Jungkook’s second in command for all intents and purposes. He never liked to make a big deal about it so that the others wouldn’t look at him differently, but usually if Jungkook called a meeting of this scale, Taehyung was in the know.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t.” He shrugged half heartedly with that same blank expression.
“Well, shit. Buckle up, I guess.” Yoongi mumbled, inspecting the chamber of his glock 17.
Just then, the man himself walked into the room and each soldier sat up a little straighter in his presence. Yoongi put his gun back together in record time and tucked it into his pants before giving Jungkook all of his attention.
The mob boss didn’t take his seat at the head of the table as he normally would, but stood behind the chair and tossed his jacket over it.
“Good morning.” He finally spoke. A scattered “Boss.” could be heard from each member of the gang.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called this meeting today and no one’s in trouble, don’t worry.” He grinned briefly before a more serious look took over his face.
“What is it, boss?” Taehyung questioned, quite tired of waiting, but he never could have predicted his superior’s next words.
“You can stop looking for Deathstalker. She’s no longer a threat to us.”
Jungkook watched their heads cock and lips twitch with absolute befuddlement. “Well, that’s...sudden.” Hoseok observed. “Why is that?”
“We came to an agreement.” Jungkook recited just like he rehearsed.
Namjoon couldn’t resist the urge to raise his hand as if he were still in grade school because he was lost. “Wait, when? Doesn’t she hate us?” He vacillated, talking with his hands.
“No, um,” Their leader cleared his throat before continuing. This was harder than he thought it would be. “Deathstalker and I, we’re...we’re involved.”
Silence filled the room until Hoseok spoke up. “I’m not following.” He tossed in, shaking his head at a loss. It’s like all of their brains were working over time to fathom what they were hearing.
“The two of us are in a relationship.” The mobster attempted to spell it out for them, but there was still reluctance.
“Like, like a business relationship…right?” Taehyung questioned, not wanting to believe that Jungkook would keep something like this from him.
“No, we’re romantically involved.” Another pregnant pause befell the bewildered group of men.
“When did this happen? How? If you don’t mind me asking.” Jimin inquired next.
Jungkook sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s a long story that I don’t care to divulge, quite honestly, I just thought all of you should know.”
“For how long?” Jin queried cautiously.
“Since Boardly.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened drastically as he did the math. “You mean to tell us you’ve been hiding this for five and a half months?” He couldn’t hide the shock in his voice if he tried and boy did he try.
Jungkook just looked back at him apologetically. “Yes.” He sighed.
Yoongi’s curiosity finally got the best of him and he let the million dollar question fall from his lips that none of the other’s dared to utter. “Why?”
“Because…well, because she was working for me. She was doing jobs for me, I didn’t want you to think I was weak or that I didn’t appreciate your services.” Jungkook looked each of them in the eye, wanting them to hear the sincerity in his words.
“Well, yeah, okay,” Yoongi nodded, taking that information in. “But why tell us now?”
“We decided together that it was time.” Their boss answered honestly. He paused, giving them a second to let all of that sink in. Truthfully, Jungkook was ecstatic that he could finally tell his men why he would suddenly vanish without need for security and show off his new girlfriend without causing an uproar.
“If any of you are upset enough to leave my side then…so be it.” He gave the room another sweep with his eyes to see if anyone actually would.
“No one’s gonna leave...this is our home. The home you gave us.” Namjoon spoke up, confidently as the others nodded. He studied his leader briefly before voicing his discoveries. “You must really love her then, huh?”
“Yes.” Jungkook nodded unashamed and sure of himself.
“Then that settles it, I guess…so when's the wedding?” Jin jokes, easing the tension in the room and making a few of them chuckle freely and others frown angrily.
“Not for a very long time.” Jungkook assured them with a laugh.
“Thank you all for being so understanding. I know it will be different,” He cast an uneasy glance at Yoongi and Jimin, directing his next lines to them. “And difficult, but do consider her a part of the family.” The foot soldiers nod, knowing that it was more than a suggestion. “You are dismissed.”
They get up and begin to file out of the room, but Taehyung is unmoving in his chair, staring at that same spot in the wood. “Taehyung,” Jungkook began softly.
“I thought we told each other everything.” The younger man demurred. “But I see you’ve been keeping secrets.”
“I didn’t want you to think less of yourselves. Or of me.”
“You know damn well, nothing could make me do that.” Taehyung finally tore his fiery gaze away from the table and aimed it at his best friend. “Do I think less of you? No. Am I offended that my boss thinks some chick could do my job better than me? Yes.”
“Watch yourself, Kim.” Jungkook warned with a dark tone to his voice. Taehyung huffed angrily and looked away before getting up and walking to Jungkook. “You said I’d always be the first to know anything…then why am I last to find out that my best friend is in love?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you. It felt wrong for us too, you know? Like we had to be enemies or else it wouldn’t make sense, but…everything about this just feels right, Tae.” Jungkook looked into his childhood friend’s eyes and hoped that he could see how happy he was, but something just wasn’t sitting right with the second in command.
“You were willing to lose one of us today…or all of us…for her.” Taehyung recounted, looking past his boss in deep thought.
Jungkook leaned into his view, regaining his attention. “But I knew you all would stay. And you did.”
Taehyung no longer showed interest in the current conversation. He had better questions that needed answers. “I just wanna know…am I being replaced? Is that why you kept this to yourself?”
What devastated Jungkook the most was the very real uncertainty in Taehyung’s eyes.
“No, no, of course not. Y/L/N–Deathstalker doing jobs for me was temporary and she’s not interested in a gang membership, I assure you.” Jungkook spoke, trying to hide the disappointment he felt at the statement.
“No one is being replaced. We just need to be better as a unit if we wanna keep this up.” He spoke, placing a firm hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and giving a comforting squeeze.
Taehyung only nodded curtly and slid out from under Jungkook’s hold and passed him to the door.
“I still don’t think this is a good idea.” Y/N voiced her concerns as she exited the Bentley that Jungkook insisted he and his driver pick her up in. He quickly walked around to the other side of the backseat to escort her, which Y/N rolled her eyes at playfully.
“Well, you still haven’t explained why it’s a bad idea so we’re doing it.” He offered, resting a hand on the small of her back as they approached what Y/N assumed was the front door of the unnecessarily large estate.
She only ever broke into the vents of one of the many wings and had only got to see it at night. Somehow everything about the brown stone modern mansion and it’s size just felt so Jungkook to her. “You’re the one who said I should tell the team anyway.”
“Gang, Jungkook. They’re a gang. This is organized crime not Remember the Titans. And I said tell them about me, I didn’t say that we should play house together immediately.” Y/N countered with the straightest of faces while studying her surroundings closely. She didn’t miss the two foot soldiers with guns guarding the entrance. She noticed them at the front gate too.
Jungkook stopped right as they were about to enter through the thick wooden double doors, stopping Y/N in the process. “Okay, what is it? Why are you so against this?”
Suddenly, Y/N couldn’t help, but smile at him. If there was one thing that Y/N appreciated about Jungkook, it was his no bullshit policy. He was never one to beat around the bush and it was great, but did he have to be so clueless?
“I thought it was obvious, Joen.” The assassin deadpanned, looking to one of the men at the door and back to her dominant, waiting for him to catch on.
“Well, obviously not. I thought you’d be thrilled about this, it was your idea.”
Y/N scoffed, only slightly amused. “It was a given and when have you ever seen me be thrilled about anything?”
“Whenever I tie you up.” Jungkook grinned slyly and pressed himself against her, resting a hand firmly on the small of her back. An impish grin appeared on Y/N’s face and the gang leader’s breath created goosebumps on her neck.
“Or whenever I’m fucking you stupid and making you scream for me.” He muttered, placing a kiss on his favorite tattoo of hers.
Recently he started requesting that she show them off more often because he loved looking at them. She smirked when she happened to lock eyes with one of the guards who was watching shamelessly as Jungkook’s hands trailed down to grip her ass.
“I’d say you’re pretty thrilled then.” He made his point, lifting his head up to look into her eyes with a smug smirk. “I mean you got me in a box here,” Y/N admitted quickly before making her point.
“But look around you. This place is chock full of men who wanted me dead not one week ago and now I’m just supposed to march right in through their front door?”
“First of all, it’s my front door. Mine.” The mercenary rolled her eyes at his natural possessive nature. “Second, every single one of them knows you’re here and a part of this family now.”
Y/N could feel her shoulders and gut tense up at the words. Family. Jungkook thought of her as a part of this extended family of misfits and his inferiors were probably forced to think the same thing.
A part of her felt a warmth in her core at the thought of belonging anywhere, let alone being deemed someone’s chosen family. Another part of her wondered how many ways she could exploit these new bonds and use them to her advantage. Another part of her seemed to have shut down temporarily at the news.
This was a huge title and she was very flattered, but this was also an immense responsibility. Just something else to add to the list of things she would inevitably fuck up.
Jungkook watched her new worried expression and gripped her arms gingerly while looking into her eyes. “No one here would do anything to try and hurt you. And if they do I will personally slit their fucking throat and send their dismembered body parts to each of their loved ones.” Jungkook finished earnestly.
“Whoa, there,” Y/N chuckled at the sudden mentions of extreme violence. “Save the good threats for the interrogations dear, you don’t have to prove anything to me.” She cooed, cupping his face and gently tapping her fingertips on his cheeks.
He huffed out a small laugh, realizing what he had just said. “I’m serious, though.” He added, coming back to his no nonsense demeanor.
“I know.” She responded with a nod. “Thank you.” Jungkook only shook his head back as if to say ‘don’t worry about it’.
“Alright, let’s get this over with, I guess.” Y/N gestured to the front door and waited for Jungkook to lead her in.
He opened the door for her and she sauntered in, taking in everything around her once more. The foyer was huge, of course, with one of the biggest chandeliers she’d ever seen hanging right above her. She looked around the well decorated mansion and all the bodies that littered the halls.
Just men and women walking around and talking intently. Some were carrying things such as blueprints or electronics, all of them obviously taking up some important task. It was nothing at all like what she expected.
“What exactly is it that you do here again?” She leaned in to whisper to Jungkook. He just chuckled quietly and said, “A little bit of everything.” And hooked her arm around his, leading her further into the corridor.
He practically gave her a tour of the house and would give a few details or little anecdotes about each room as she watched him steadily. Apparently, he had his construction company build the entire estate from the ground up with his design. It was impressive to say the least.
She admired him as his eyes lit up when talking about the intricacies of the architecture or how they would darken when one of his lackeys approached him with a miscalculation.
The mob boss cursed before telling the minion to fix it and get out of his sight through gritted teeth. She could feel the power radiating off of him in his element and she couldn’t deny that it turned her on as the lackey nearly darted out of the room to correct his mistake.
He looked back down at her to catch her staring at him with lascivious eyes. “What?” He questioned.
“Nothing. You’re just really hot when you’re bossing people around like that.” The assassin spoke evenly, bringing her manicured hand up to massage his firm chest, slipping it into his suit jacket to properly cop a feel. He turned on the charm instantly, smirking back down at her with an equally wanton gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, yeah?” He muttered, leaning down to bring his face closer to hers. “It never takes much for you does it?” His breath wafted over her face as his hand gripped her jaw tenderly, which only created more wetness between her legs. She shook her head emphatically at the question, nudging her nose against his in the process.
If she was being honest, that couldn’t be more true. Every single thing from the rasp in his voice, his grips on her body, his stern looks and his crude words never failed to make her weak in the knees.
“It doesn’t help that I always want you.” Y/N’s hand began travelling south and before it could get too far Jungkook gripped it harshly. He looked at her with now wide flustered eyes, the desire still there, but taking a backseat. His submissive’s eyes rose innocently with a silent question.
“Did you really just try to grab my dick in front of my employees?” He asked seriously. Y/N looked around to examine the scene before her and realized there is indeed the occasional worker bee walking by them in the open threshold into one of the many family rooms. She had been so blinded by her lust for Jungkook that she completely blocked them out.
“Sorry.” She apologized sweetly before coming to her own defense.
“You started it anyway, gripping me up and saying those things to me.” He only chuckled and brought the jaw still in between his fingers closer to his for a firm kiss.
He moved his lips against hers until she followed suit and licked at her full lips, but when they allowed his tongue to caress hers he broke the kiss with a satisfied look. “Because I like to tease you.”
“Well, you’re doing a great fucking job.” She glared at him wearing a tight lipped smile. She was officially sexually frustrated, but Jungkook seems content with letting her suffer.
“I mean how am I supposed to resist you when you do things like that–” Y/N pressed her luck and reached for the area below his belt again and before she could finish her sentence, the mob boss gripped the guilty wrist and squeezed tighter. He pressed her firmly into the threshold with his hips and growled quietly in her ear.
“You are supposed to do what I say. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Once he heard her breathless reply, he repositioned himself so that he was gazing powerfully down into her eyes that had been darkened ten-fold with arousal. “Or have you forgotten your place?” He questioned sincerely with furrowed brows as if he was troubled by the potential answer.
It felt like he was encompassing her, stimulating every single one of her senses until all she could think of was him. The pressure on her hips, wrist and chin by him were what she had been yearning for this entire time, she yearned for it constantly. And she could feel the results of it coating her underwear as Jungkook’s chest vibrated against hers.
“No, sir. I haven’t forgotten.” She panted excitedly.
“Then show me.” The challenge in his eyes somehow made her want to comply and defy him simultaneously.
“Yes, sir.” She settled on comply, hoping that this act of defiance had gained her a trip to the playroom. “I’m sorry, sir. I understand if you need to punish me, I deserve it.” The mercenary offered with as much naiveté as she could muster, but it only caused his smirk to grow more sinful.
He released her wrist to softly card his fingers through her hair. “Oh, don’t you worry, Sweetheart. There will be time for that,” He assured her, placing a kiss to her forehead.
“But because you disobeyed me, you’re gonna make it through the rest of this tour before we get to play.” The mafioso spoke quickly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her the rest of the way. Y/N groaned quietly, but allowed him to lead her. “Fine...how many rooms are left by chance?”
“Twenty-five, not counting the garden.”
“Fuck me.”
“In about forty-five minutes.”
They made their way to the fourth dining room of the tour to find three men in black suits mid conversation. They quiet upon their boss’ arrival and all heads turn to him and his plus one.
Y/N’s hand tightens around Jungkook’s arm at the sight of two familiar faces among them. The bleach blonde with the ice cold glare and the black haired male next to him with kind eyes. Otherwise known as the man she stabbed and the one she knocked out. She also noted their light brown haired companion who's eyes followed her every waking move.
Her footsteps gradually slowed when she saw recognition flash across their features, but Jungkook seemed hell bent on continuing in this direction and it was too late to turn back. Y/N decided she would stay quiet unless prompted to speak as she wanted this to be as quick and as painless as possible.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” Jungkook greeted them smoothly with no reaction from the people he was addressing, but he continued undeterred. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
Y/N could swear she saw the gears turning in the blonde’s head. His hard gaze never left her face and she could feel it trying to burn holes into her skin. Yoongi knew she would be here, but he never would have anticipated he would react this way once he saw her again.
The dark haired one was harder to read, but his full cheeks worked against him in a way that made him seem inherently sweet. The third man stood above the others who were sitting and studying something on a tablet. He had striking features and a glare that proved he was clearly sizing her up like the rest.
“Guys this is Y/L/N, Y/L/N this is Taehyung," Light brown hair, she noted. "Yoongi," The blonde. "And Jimin.” The black haired one. Jungkook announced them with a comfort that frankly disturbed everyone else in the room. There was an awkward pause and the stare down continued before Y/N spoke up.
“Hi...I see you healed up quite nicely.” She spoke in a voice smaller than she was used to and immediately wanted to face palm herself for it. So much for ‘quick and painless’.
“Yeah, no thanks to you.” Yoongi spat promptly.
Y/N opened her mouth to defend herself and her foolish words, but Jungkook spoke first.
“Yoongi,” The boss’ tone was authoritative and unpleasant. With that the rage seemed to dissipate from Yoongi’s demeanor at a snail’s pace until it was just festering on the surface. Y/N noticed the transformation was completely against his will, that he was forced to put his raw emotions on mute.
She shook her head defiantly. “No.” The assassin left the hold of Jungkook’s arm and walked to the table, sitting down as if she owned the place. “What is it?” The foot soldiers look at each other in confusion before sending her the exact same expression.
“What were you going to say?” Y/N egged him on with a persistent nod. Yoongi looked over her shoulder, presumably at Jungkook for permission to speak freely. Y/N guesses he granted it because the blonde looked back at her with a face similar to the one he wore when she first entered.
“I don’t have anything to say to you...but I think you have something to say to us, don’t you think?” He questioned expectantly.
She sighed exaggeratedly. “You want an apology.” She assumed. The two men only nodded in wait. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
Yoongi’s brows furrowed deeply as he leaned in closer. “And why not?”
“Because it wouldn’t be genuine.” She spoke as if it were obvious. Her head twitched questioningly with a flick of her wrist. “I mean, I’m assuming you want me to mean it, yeah? Let’s just break it down. You got sent after me by your fearless leader here,” She gestured behind her with a thumb to the man in question. On que she felt him walk forward and occupy the space directly behind her chair. “With orders to bind me and take me to him, does that sound right?”
The occupants of the table all nodded. “Good, let’s continue. You show up to do your job, which A for effort, but you only slowed me down for your other friends to stop me, nice try though.” She then felt a familiar hand rest on her shoulder in what she could only assume was a warning, but she didn’t let it phase her and continued.
“And what choice did I have, but to defend myself? Oh, right surrender, ‘cause I definitely would have preferred that.” She spelled out in fluent sarcasm with a sickeningly sweet smile.
“You see it was either me or you. And I chose me, that’s all. You would have done the same. You can’t expect me to apologize for something that was unavoidable and that, frankly, I don’t regret.”
Y/N’s speech was met with stony unimpressed looks from the gang and Jungkook delivering a firm squeeze to her shoulder. This was a warning she couldn’t ignore. She took a deep breath when the grip loosened.
“Look, I’m genuinely glad to see you both healthy today, but let’s face it, I knew it wouldn’t kill you, that wasn’t my goal.” Yoongi realized this was probably the closest thing they would get to an apology and released a defeated breath.
“Wow, you really are special, huh?” Was all he had to offer. Y/N just smiled fondly. “Oh, if I had a dime for every time I heard that.” Jungkook took to subtly massaging her shoulder now and she took that as a suggestion to wrap it up.
“Look, I know shit just got weird in here and the woman who literally stabbed you in the back is sitting pretty on your home turf and if you insist on holding a grudge that’s fine, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. But you gotta give respect to get it. I’m sure you know that.” He can do with that what he will, she thought as she awaited his response.
Yoongi nodded tersely and she set her sights on Jimin for understanding as well. “Yeah.” He offered simply. The brown haired male that Jungkook introduced as Taehyung didn’t seem as impressed. He barely moved a muscle during the entire exchange and Y/N would have forgotten he was there if not for the daggers he was shooting at her with his eyes.
But despite Taehyung’s silent attempt at murder, Y/N smiled triumphantly before she leaned in closely. “Great. And between you and me, I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for the supreme ruler over here forcing me into the c–” This grip was the hardest yet, it came with a message and it was enough to make her hiss suddenly.
“Let’s continue the tour, Y/L/N. As you were guys.” Jungkook ordered, pulling her up from the table and ushering her out of the dining room by the arm.
Once they were out of ear shot, he growled in her ear all the while dragging her around the house. “You wanted that punishment right?”
A shudder ran through her at the mention of a punishment and the rawness of Jungkook’s voice in her ear. “Yes, please, sir.”
“Well, you earned it.” He seethed as they approached a door on the second floor. He opened it to reveal that it was clearly his bedroom. Y/N wondered briefly why he didn’t take her to the playroom if he planned on punishing her, but she barely got a chance to conjure it up in her head before Jungkook was pushing her up against the door once it closed.
“What the fuck was that?” He demanded, getting all up in her face.
“That was me trying to make peace with your men.”
“At my fucking expense.” He clenched both her arms for effect. “Am I a joke to you, Y/L/N?”
Her answer was immediate and genuine. “No, sir.”
“Coulda fooled me with all those nicknames you were handing out down there like a little brat. What was it that you called me? 'Fearless leader'? Hm?” When he didn’t get a response he gripped her jaw firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Was I right, Y/L/N? Did I get it?”
The assassin nodded to the best of her ability and Jungkook disapproved with a shake of his head. “No, no, use your words, baby.”
Jungkook could tell she said ‘Yes, Mr. Jeon.’ but to an outsider it all sounded like gibberish thanks to the grip on her face. “And the other one. 'Supreme ruler' you said?” Another swallowed compliance was Y/N’s answer.
“Yeah, I’ll show you who’s the supreme ruler.” He snarled while lifting her and wrapping her legs around his body in one fluid motion. She yelped and in a flash she was being sat on a dresser, legs still pleasantly wrapped around the mafia leader’s waist.
He reached in between her legs like it was second nature and tugged her panties to the side roughly, immediately pressing delicious figure eights into her soaked clit. Deathstalker’s back arched and she gasped desperately. “Ugh, yes–”
Jungkook slapped her thigh before scolding her with an equally thunderous tone. “Don’t you dare speak unless spoken to! I don't wanna hear a fucking sound. You’ve done enough talking today, don’t you think?” Y/N didn’t know whether to answer the question or not and the sinful strokes on her clit were not helping her decide. Another slap to her thigh gave her her answer. “Answer me, Y/L/N!”
“Ahh! Yes, Mr. Jeon! Yes.” She spewed absentmindedly, leaning more and more into his incredible touch that worked tirelessly to bring her to the edge. Jungkook studied her face and her desperate attempts to stifle her beautiful sounds and decided she was nearly there.
"Always so good for me." He noted softly, admiring how unbelievably wet she was while leaving sloppy kisses along her throat.
"Always so open and needy for me aren't you?" He muttered against her jaw as he moved on from rubbing her clit to submerging two long, skilled fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Y/N released a delicious groan at the intrusion, gripping his arm for support as her body tensed with pleasure.
She nearly choked when he pinched the underside of her thigh and angled his fingers into that spongy parcel of nerves at an expert speed that has Y/N seeing stars.
“I’m talking to you, Y/L/N.” Jungkook prompted before taking her earlobe lusciously in between his teeth.
“Huh, yes, only for you, Mr. Jeon.” Y/N mewled in her best attempt to sweet talk him in the hopes that her dominant might let her cum. She was so close she could taste it, fucking herself back on his fingers eagerly.
Jungkook knew this, he knew very well the signs of when Y/N was on the verge of orgasm and he was counting on it. But he always got so much enjoyment out of asking, “Are you close, baby?”
The mercenary panicked. She stayed quiet, as quiet as she could at the moment, and focused on her pleasure for fear that he was onto her, though of course that was a dead give away. Suddenly she was being pinned to the wall behind the dresser by her neck, his large hand pressing down on her jugular tastefully.
“I asked you a question, Y/L/N.” He barked, looking into her eyes intensely, never letting up on fucking her glorious cunt with her fingers.
“Yes–ohh!” She yelped. He watched as her chest heaved and her mouth hung open. Once Jungkook felt the muscles around his fingers clench down in a vice grip, he removed them with no remorse.
“No!” Y/N all but screamed, reaching for Jungkook’s hand hysterically. “No, no, no, no, no, please, sir. Please, Mr. Jeon, please,” She spluttered, hopelessly.
She gave up the quest for his magic fingers to caress the arm that pinned her to the spot, desperate for any type of physical connection. The mob boss only squeezed her neck harder until she could no longer speak.
Eventually she took the hint and simmered down with a frown prompting Jungkook to relax his hold. “I thought I told you that I didn’t wanna hear a sound from you. Hm?” He nodded pointedly with a fiery gaze that made Y/N feel impossibly small and like she was the most important person in the world at the same time.
“You just love the sound of your own voice, huh? Did you really think I was gonna reward you for embarrassing me in front of my men?” He asked incredulously, a look Y/N decided was insanely sexy on him.
She went to speak because he asked a question, but he held up a stern finger and sneered, “Don’t answer that.” Causing her to snap her mouth shut.
“Looks like I’m gonna need to teach you some respect. You’re gonna learn when and when not to speak, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Y/N croaked. It made sense now, you don’t need a playroom if the punishment is orgasm denial. Her least favorite punishment. But he knew that and she would be lying if she said it didn’t make the payoff that much sweeter.
“Good girl. Now get down here and suck my cock.” Y/N was shuffling to the floor before he even finished his sentence. She was on her knees and pulling at his belt buckle in no time. When she finally held his cock in her hands and was ready to do what she was told, Jungkook tilted her chin up to look at him. “And keep the noise to a minimum, hm?” She nodded easily and took his hard cock in her mouth.
“Ugh, fuck, baby.” He moaned, resting his hand gently on the back of her head. “God that mouth is so fucking good.” As she took more of him in, his eyes closed easily and his hips slowly began thrusting in and out of her mouth.
She let him have complete control and let her hands drop to wrap around the backs of his legs for leverage. Jungkook took this as an invitation to attach his other hand to her head and set the pace to a quicker, much rougher one.
Y/N tried to hide how much she enjoyed the mafia leader fucking her throat, she really did, but the impetuous whimper still slipped through. Jungkook’s eyes opened and he peered down at her squarely.
“What was that, Y/L/N?” He challenged, reaching down to grip her throat with one hand, the other still guiding her from the back.
“Look at me.” The order sent chills down her spine and she happily complied with already teary eyes, his favorite. He held her strained, fervent gaze as he sank into her throat painfully slowly, inch by inch.
He could feel her larynx stretch under his hand to engulf him and growled loudly at the sensation. Y/N admired the power tripping, lust filled gaze that she received from him, which made her squeeze her thighs together to savor the throbbing between them.
Once he finally bottomed out, balls deep in that talented throat he leaned in menacingly and hissed the words, “Take it.” And if Y/N could whine and mewl and sob all at once she would, but all she could do was focus on breathing in through her nose and not gagging.
“You take it like the little brat you are ‘cause we’re not stopping ‘til you make me cum, got it? Gotta teach you a lesson.” He barely pulled out before stuffing her full of him once more and continued with this pattern. “You’re gonna take all this cum down that pretty little throat. Isn’t that right sweetheart?”
She did her best to nod while Jungkook was still face fucking her wildy. “Ugh, fffffuck, Y/L/N. Yes, baby, just like that.” And with a few short thrusts, ropes of hot cum were cascading down her larynx, which she swallowed efficiently. She was proud of only coughing twice when Jungkook pulled out of her and honestly so was he.
He pulled her up from the floor, caressing her cheeks and leaving kisses along her jaw and neck. “So good, you did so well, Sweetheart.” He praised before he placed a sloppy kiss on her lips. Y/N giggled and went to thank him, but stopped herself, remembering why she was here in the first place.
“What is it? You can speak, baby.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” She uttered huskily from the misuse. Jungkook smiled fondly and went back for another passionate and clumsy kiss.
“Give me your panties.” He suddenly muttered against her lips. The submissive promptly shimmied her damp thong off and handed them over. “Now get naked and get on the bed.” He gave the order, already making quick work of his clothing.
“How do you want me sir?” Jungkook paused and thought for a second. “On your back.”
As always she did as she was told and waited for her dominant to give further instructions. She watched as he roughly removed his tie while holding intense eye contact. “Get those legs open for me.” She completely exposed herself to him at the order and she saw Jungkook lick his lips at the sight from in between her legs.
He made his way to the bed, crawling between her legs and up her body hungrily. He skipped over her sex when kissing his way up her body, much to her despair. His feather light kisses made their way to her lips finally and Y/N moaned at the ferocity with which he made room for his tongue in her mouth. He pulled away suddenly and then fabric was being pressed firmly into her lips.
“Open your mouth, Y/L/N.” He directed with determined eyes. Y/N opened up for Jungkook to stuff her panties inside little by little.
“That should keep you quiet, huh?” He smirked down at her sulky expression before inching back down her voluptuous body stopping at her glistening cunt. He sighed, running a finger over her folds gingerly causing Y/N’s hips to jerk.
“Damn, all this for me, baby?” He looked up to find her head bobbing up and down frantically. She was desperate for any kind of friction and needed more than anything for him to touch her already.
Jungkook chuckled playfully before licking a generous stripe along her folds. Y/N slapped a hand on her already gagged mouth to remind herself to be silent. “Good girl, if you make a sound I stop, okay?”
He waited for her nod to see that she understood and once he got it, he dug right in. Y/N’s entire body tensed, her eyes rolled back and her back arched impossibly high off the bed when Jungkook finally took her clit in his mouth and flicked it at an absurd speed, but by the grace of God, she stayed silent.
He moaned into her pussy and buried his face deeper in her silk folds like a man possessed because he was on mission. As touched starved as she was, it didn’t take much for Y/N to get close.
She threaded her fingers through Jungkook’s hair and grinded her hips into his mouth desperately, her chest heaving and breathing heavy. She nearly lost it when he slid two fingers inside of her and angled them to pierce that spot that had her shaking. Her jaw dropped behind her hand that clamped down so hard that her jaw was beginning to get sore.
Jungkook studied her movements or lack thereof, the angle of her hips, the death grip she had on his hair and the rhythm her cunt created around his fingers and at the right moment used it all against her. He removed his fingers and his mouth from her and watched proudly as Y/N thrashed and released a sound that couldn’t possibly be categorized as human.
She mumbled animatedly around the gag and reached for him helplessly. Jungkook only grinned at her babbling, destitute state and climbed back on top of her.
“Y/L/N.” He prompted when they were face to face. She hummed questioningly. “Shut. Up.” He whispered, pulling the panties out and kissing her hard. Y/N wrapped her arms and legs around his body instinctively and let him have his way with her mouth.
“Have you learned your lesson yet, baby?” He mumbled against her lips while grinding his hips into hers aggressively. The assassin hummed and nodded zealously, meeting his hips and meeting his every movement with the same energy.
“Good.” He flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing and had her ass up in the air with a hand forcing her head down to the bed in a flash. He didn’t waste any time, stuffing that magnificent cunt with his cock and immediately pounding into her. Y/N was nearly crying trying to hold all of this pleasure inside of her, her fists twisted up in the bed sheets achingly.
“Let me hear you, baby. Missed your voice. Missed that dirty little mouth.” He panted out. “I’m not stopping this time, gonna make that pussy cum for me.” He promised breathlessly, pounding into that spot that made her see stars.
“Unngh, fuck!” She howled, the release felt amazing after so long and with Jungkook’s cock hammering into her g-spot, the sensation was sending her over the edge.
“Oh. My. God! Yes! Please, Mr. Jeon, please make me cum. I learned my lesson, I swear–argh!” Her body stilled along with her breathing as Jungkook continued fucking her through her powerful orgasm.
“Aw fuck yes! You feel so good, baby. Cumming all over my cock like a good girl.” He slurred, pumping into her consistently.
Y/N basked in the praise, adding to her euphoria. “Thank you, sir.” She managed to utter as she floated back down to earth. In just a few thrusts, Jungkook came inside of her without another word and collapsed off to the side before pulling her on top of him for a mess of sloppy kisses.
“God, you’re so good.” He whispered without bothering to detach their lips. “I could say the same about you.” Y/N panted out when he moved onto her neck.
“I mean it though.” He said ominously which made Y/N raise a curious brow. “Don’t talk back to me in front of my men.” He looked her in the eye seriously.
“Fine, I get it.” Not only did she understand the fragility of the male ego, but she understood that Jungkook had an image to uphold and authority that could be questioned if he allowed the Y/N’s antics to continue.
“I won’t do it again.” She mumbled softly. “Contrary to popular belief I do have common sense.”
“Hm, I’ll believe it when I see it.” He said, pecking her lips. “Ha, ha.” She mocked on her way to the bathroom to freshen up. When she emerged she was surprised to see that Jungkook hadn’t moved a muscle, just relaxing.
“Is James around by chance?” She asked as she put on her bra and dress, forgoing the underwear. Jugnkook made a face. “Why?”
“So that he can take me home, duh.”
He sat up in the bed, facing her. “But we never finished the tour.”
“I suppose, but we could always do it some other time.” She offered politely, taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed.
“Well, yeah, but… I was kind of hoping you would spend the night.” His voice was cautious and calculating.
After a moment of silence Y/N asked, “Suddenly?”
“Well, it’s bound to happen eventually, I figured I’d try my luck early.” Y/N was thankful for her position on the oversized bed. Her back was turned to the mob boss as she put on her shoes, so that Jungkook couldn’t see her face contort into an expression of sheer panic.
“Plus I don’t want you to leave, I’m not finished with you yet.” He smirked devilishly and the lecherous words really had her considering it, but if she was being honest, she wasn’t ready for that just yet. Jungkook had never spent the night whenever he visited her, so this was new territory. She also had plans.
The assassin finally turned to face Jungkook’s placid form. “I would, but I have a mark to kill tomorrow. Need to be up and at ‘em for some early planning.” She noticed a frown appear on Jungkook’s face. It was not a good look on him. “Next time.” She offered with a nod. He nodded as well, brightening up a bit.
“At least let me show you the garden before you go.”
“Sure, yeah. Put some clothes on and let's go.”
Even after the grand tour Y/N still found herself exploring more of the enormous estate two weeks later. She didn’t foresee herself enjoying her time here during her reluctant first visit, but Jungkook could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. And thus two visits turned to four and she would never admit it but she found herself getting comfortable.
Knowing that she was wanted somewhere may have created this invisible pull to Jungkook and the mansion that she refused to acknowledge, but this didn’t stop her from popping over whenever she was bored or at the mafia leader’s humble request.
There wasn’t much to do at the apartment anyway and there weren’t too many jobs to be done, but here she could relax with a glass (read: bottle) of champagne and enjoy a gourmet meal by the house chef out by the pool for free.
She had money of her own, perhaps too much, but was never one to use it for material things such as these, it was never worth it to her. However, with Jungkook’s constant insisting that she was always welcome here, she figured why not take full advantage? She considered it a vacation of sorts.
And so here she was drinking in the breathtaking view from the oversized garden Jungkook never shut up about. Y/N could admit it was for good reason as she lounged on her favorite bench amongst the roses.
For a city girl she had a soft spot for nature and always found her Zen when she was admiring the hummingbirds feed at the nearby tree. Her eyebrows furrowed at the grinding of lush grass under lithe feet from behind her. And just like that the Zen is gone. Replaced by the only downfall to her vacation.
“Ah, long time no glare, soldier.” The mercenary ribbed playfully, not bothering to face the intruder.
Taehyung smirked in spite of himself. His attempts to sneak up on her have been foiled at every turn since she arrived and he vowed to figure out how she did that. He revealed himself fully, appearing in front of the newcomer with a wisecrack of his own. “Ah, if it isn't the boss’ little princess.”
Murderous eyes land on him and a venomous hiss leaves her mouth. “Watch it, sniper.”
One corner of his mouth quirked and his eyebrows jumped cheekily. He didn't expect to actually hit a nerve. “So how are you liking your stay, your highness.” He goaded, ignoring her warning completely.
“Do not call me that,” She persisted before answering accordingly. “It’s not so bad I suppose.” This earned a shocked look from Taehyung.
“Oh? You mean you’re not looking forward to staying here permanently?”
Y/N made an effort to control her facial expression as usual, but his satisfied look told her she didn’t exactly succeed. “Why would I do that?”
He only shrugs, feigning to be at a loss for words. “I don’t know, that’s what the boss seems to think is gonna happen.” He clarified, clasping his hands behind his back and walking closer to the new guest.
Her eyes narrowed accusingly. Taehyung made it very clear that he didn’t like Y/N and she was convinced this was one of his ploys to get inside her head. “He never told you that.” She denounced, calling his bluff.
“You don’t know what he tells me.” He shot back arrogantly. He’s right, Y/N thought. She has no idea what Jungkook might have confided in his right hand man and so she had no response.
“But interestingly,” He continued. “You don’t seem like the type to stay put for long.”
“Well, aren’t you the perceptive one, what, does that make you gangster of the week then?” She congratulated him with a slight roll of her eyes.
He gave that aggravating smirk again and chuckled softly. “I give it two more months before you’re on your way out of here.” He spoke suddenly. His sure tone had Y/N fuming on the inside, stirring up a rage she refused to let show.
“Are you still here?” She quipped through clenched teeth.
“You know he was prepared to lose one of us for you. Maybe even all of us.” She didn’t know that. The assassin stayed silent, but he had her attention.
Taehyung’s eyes held her stony gaze and never waivered. “We’ve known each other basically our whole lives...he was ready to call a quits if any of us said anything against you.” They were both stuck in this intense stare down, it was clear Y/N had nothing to add.
“I just hope you’re worth all the trouble.” He finished with a shady sweep of his eyes along her form.
“Don’t you have a memory to wipe or some shit? It’s like eighty-nine degrees, give it a break.” She griped, gesturing to his black two piece suit. The shooter only smirked grimly before walking slowly away.
Y/N stirred for the first time since falling asleep when she felt the grip around her waist tighten. She squinted her eyes open at the floor length windows on the far right of the room, the sheer curtains doing nothing to block the sun from her view.
She made a note to pester Jungkook about it later and loosened his hold on her middle section lazily. The lethargic mob boss hummed at the sudden movement and only snuggled further in her body, pulling her closer to his.
“Jeon… Ow.” She groaned frankly before wrestling out of his hold entirely and making her way to the en suite bathroom. She was wide awake now anyway and if she stayed she would just be crushed to death and she was no good to anyone that way.
The assassin emptied her bladder, brushed her teeth quickly and set the oversized shower’s water temperature to her liking, moving on auto-pilot. Steaming water cascaded over her, easing the tension in her muscles single-handedly. The corner of her mouth turned up in a tired smirk when she saw a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye enter the bathroom through the fog on the glass shower door.
In no time Jungkook was opening the shower door promptly and stepping in behind Y/N. He wrapped his arms around her waist again, his hold much more delicate this time around, and began leaving tender kisses on her shoulder and neck. An involuntary hum of approval leaves his submissive at the action and he smiles against her smooth skin.
“Good morning.” He rasps in her ear, sending a chill down her spine.
“Good morning.” She responds in her own groggy tone that has Jungkook wanting to hear more. He reaches up, touching a finger to her chin and turning her face to his to connect their lips in a shameless kiss that leaves them both panting.
“We could make it a great morning.” He mused as his hand slowly came up to massage her breast. A contented grin graced her lips as she turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He took dominion over her mouth, holding her face securely in his hands.
“How do you want me?” She prompted breathlessly against his jugular.
His hands slide down to her ass and he kneads her cheeks roughly. “In every way possible.” He purred in her ear, pushing her back against the stonewall of the shower. Y/N releases a timid giggle before it is muffled by Jungkook’s lips on hers.
The giggles turn to moans when the pads of his fingers find her clit and rub delicious circles into it. She spreads her legs wider and grinds into his incredibly skilled hand all while reaching down and wrapping her hand around his already hardening cock.
He grunted into her mouth and began thrusting into her tight fist. “Jump.” He ordered gruffly, placing his hands on the curve of her ass.
Deathstalker’s brows furrowed skeptically and her eyes narrowed. “You better not slip and drop me–” She lets out a yelp when Jungkook’s hands come down on her cheeks causing a loud crack to echo through the extravagant shower. Her body felt alive and tingled with the sudden strike.
“Just do it.” He all-but growled, his feral gaze made her shudder as she bit her lip with that same carnal desire. “Yes, sir.” She hopped up into his reliable arms dutifully and he had her legs wrapped around his waist in no time. From there, he pressed her into the stone and hooked his impressive arms under her knees as well for a more intense angle.
He held Y/N’s body up above his and watched as he buried himself deep inside her, basking in the throaty moan that emerged from her full lips.
“Hngh, yes, please.” She whispered, wrapping her arms and legs impossibly tighter around his toned body. He pulled out slowly before ramming back into her and forcing the most beautiful yet animalistic noises from his lover. Jungkook took to sucking on the juncture between her neck and shoulder whilst pounding into her ruthlessly.
Y/N let out a shriek and he felt her walls grip him even tighter when he hit a specific spot inside her. “Yeah? Right there?” He queried with a smug smirk and clenched teeth.
She nodded frantically, meeting his every thrust with vigor. The sound of skin slapping completely overpowering the forceful torrent of the shower. “Yes! Fuck me just like that. Make me cum.” She panted out eagerly before taking his bottom lip in between her teeth and sucking.
He broke free of her hold roughly. “Oh? Are you calling the shots now?” He continued ramming into her tirelessly, making sure to favor that spot that had her twitching.
The mercenary caught herself and gazed apologetically down at him. “I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grumbled before slamming his lips to hers. She moaned loudly against his mouth as she came long and hard around him, gripping the hair at the base of his skull for dear life.
“Ugh, fuck, baby.” Jungkook whispered fervently while feeling her come undone around him. He released his strong hold on her mouth to wander the rest of her face and every inch of skin he could reach with his kiss swollen lips.
She smiled dazedly at the way their noses rubbed together whenever he found a new spot to explore and eventually she captured his lips in one last reverent kiss. They each sighed contentedly when they separated and Jungkook let her down as carefully as he could without one of them slipping.
Much to her dismay, Y/N’s knees buckled slightly once her feet were back on the ground and Jungkook helped to steady her. She didn’t miss the self-satisfied smirk on his face as he did so and was quick to hold one finger up in his direction.
“Not one word, Jeon.” She enunciated strictly. He only bit his lip humorously and held his hands up in surrender before walking to the other shower head on the opposite wall to actually clean himself.
This was one of her favorite parts of being with Jungkook. The casualness of it all.
Even if it’s not what she was used to and it damn sure wasn’t where she saw herself a few months ago, she fell into a routine with the gangster pretty easily.
She and Jungkook would wake up together, maybe partake in some morning sex, occasionally share a meal together when Jungkook wasn’t rushing out the door to the office. While he was gone Y/N would either lounge by the pool or read a book in the garden, maybe see a movie in the home theatre or even practice her aim at the private shooting range.
She really did feel like she was on holiday. When he returned neither of them could keep their hands off each other and the cycle continues. But as expected, they had their moments.
Now the unique couple sat across from one another at the main dining room table in comfortable silence as they waited for their breakfast. Or what Jungkook would have preferred to be silence as opposed to the clacking sound of fingers against a keyboard.
He watched Y/N as she tapped away on her laptop, eyes focused on the screen. She only looked up to thank Seojoon as the house chef sat her eggs benedict on the side of the computer and immediately after, her eyes were locked on the screen.
“Do you have to do that at the table?” He finally inquired while cutting into his omelet.
“Not necessarily. I could go.” She offered lazily with a shrug. Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered shut and he sighed. “No, I don’t want you to go.” He enunciated.
“I just want to enjoy breakfast with you without any distractions. And your food is getting cold.” He gestured to her plate before forking the fluffy eggs into his mouth.
“I’m almost done. Gotta work out this hit before tomorrow.” He couldn’t resist the urge to grind his teeth at her words. “Oh? Where are you off to now?”
“Argentina. Some asshole murdered an entire family, but forgot to end the bloodline. The oldest son. Idiot.” Y/N scowled as her fingers seemed to be drumming more aggressively on the keyboard.
Jungkook regarded her with furrowed brows. “And you’re going to avenge them?”
“No one else is going to.” Was her simple yet hard reply.
“Oh, I’m sure there are other charming assassins who would love to take on that job.” He swirled his glass of orange juice airily, playing devil’s advocate.
“Not as much as me.” The mob boss sighed again at her fiery determination. He admits that he admires Y/N’s skillset and commitment to her craft, she was the best after all. It’s one of the reasons why he was so attracted to her in the first place. What that woman could do with a butterfly knife should have made any man flee and yet with Y/N it was like the danger called to him.
But if he was honest he had hoped she would slow down with the contract killing once they got together. It always worried him when she was out there with no one to watch her back and no way to contact her. She was by no means impecunious when they met and with Jungkook on her arm she would never want for anything again. So why was she on a job every couple of weeks, it seemed?
“Did I do something wrong?” The mercenary finally turns to him at the sound of his impaired voice with concern. “No. Why would you ask that?”
He shrugs mildly. “I just can’t help, but wonder if you might be taking all these jobs to get away from me.” She suddenly chuckled before trying to contain it with a smile and focused back on her laptop.
“That has to be the dumbest thing I think I’ve ever heard.” She intoned blithely. The clacking sound was back and it was starting to grate at Jungkook’s nerves.
“Is it?” He shot back seriously.
“Yes.” She nodded once, her expression was as stone faced as it was when they first sat down. “If I wanted to get away from you, I would just leave, silly. There’s no one keeping me here.”
Jungkook took a deep breath as this was a relief, but it would have been nice to hear directly from her and not her side profile. “Don’t be so dramatic, Jeon.” Deathstalker finished, her remark only adding to his agitation.
His knife and fork landed on the plate with a clank and he began talking with his hands. “Now why does it have to be dramatic? It was a legitimate question.”
“It was a stupid question.”
It was the mobster’s turn to scoff. “Stupid? What am I supposed to think when you leave so often?”
“That I’ll come back.” She uttered soberly. There was a moment of silence where Jungkook caught his breath and just watched her still frame. Her eyes never left her work, but this time for fear that they would show too much. More than she’s willing to allow. On the surface it looked like the conversation wasn’t affecting her at all, but they both knew better.
He nodded once, understanding that it was indeed an obsolete point. She never showed disdain for him so far or seemed like she was unhappy here. But that didn’t change the fact that, “You don’t have to do it.”
Y/N can already feel a headache forming, but she tries to stay focused on her task so as not to say anything she may regret. “Risking your life all the time for money you don’t need. With all the kills you’ve had, you’re set for life. And everything you want, you can find right here, or I’ll get it for you.” He continued.
“I can get my own things. I do it because I want to, Joen.”
“But so often. I thought you wanted a vaca–”
“I’m not fighting with you, Jeon.” She decided. Fighting with Jungkook was something she dreaded because it made them feel like more of a couple. There was nothing to fight about when they were just having casual sex. The concept of monogamy is still so odd for her to think about.
“I’m not fighting with you either,”
“It sure sounds like you’re fighting with me.” She said so calmly it made Jungkook’s blood boil. The way she could sit there like a statue without so much as a glance in his direction, while he got worked up so easily riled him up even more.
But he takes a deep breath and calms himself. “Would you just please put the laptop away?” He figured starting with the least of his problems would help to make him feel more at ease.
“I’m almost done. I woulda been done quicker if you weren’t distracting me.” Why did she have to make it so difficult?
“Y/L/N, please, I don’t wanna have to ask again.” No response. Without thinking, the dominant’s fist came down on the cherry wood table with a loud thud, strong enough to lift the objects on it briefly. But of course Y/N didn’t jump at all or react really for that matter. The only indication she had heard it was the absence of tapping on the keyboard.
“Put it away, now! That’s an order!” He barked in a tone that Y/N had only heard him use in the bedroom. And she was indubitably thirsty for more. She wanted to hear that voice give her orders that were impossible to fulfill in the playroom while she was bound and gagged and at his mercy. She felt the wetness seep out of her just thinking about it. It’s been too long.
Deathstalker did as she was asked and slowly closed the laptop with a short yet dignified, “Yes, sir.” And set it aside.
She was sad to see him sink back into himself and hear his assertive voice return to normal. “Thank you. I’m sorry, I just–”
“Don’t be.” She shrugged sincerely, pulling her cold breakfast closer to her. “I was being a brat.”
Jungkook just laughed and nodded in thanks as they continued to eat in silence.
“You do know that I’ll come back, right?” She spoke suddenly. A small smile appeared on his face. “Yes, I know.” She nodded once and proceeded to dig in.
Much to her despair, Jungkook didn’t punish her for her behavior that day, or the day after. By then it was time to go to Argentina and the assassin almost wished she would have passed on the job. Almost.
Capping that sorry family killer felt like snow on Christmas morning. But the entire trip was spent thinking about her favorite gang leader dominating her within those red walls. Or lack thereof. It felt like forever since she had been properly punished and it was starting to make her slightly restless.
Her skin itched with the need to feel that mouthwatering sting and the delicious afterburn. Of course Jungkook fucked her silly whenever they got the chance and she would never complain about that, but something was missing. She was having too many thoughts, too many worries. She needed something to quiet her mind. She needed pain.
When she returned, she came straight to the mansion in search of it. She spotted Namjoon walking in the hallway and flagged him down. “Hey, Namjoon. Where’s your boss?”
“Oh, Y/N.” The foot soldier greeted her politely. “He’s in his office, of course.” They share a knowing glance and a smirk as if to ask ‘where else would he be?’.
“Thank you, Namjoon.” She nodded and went to find the man in question when he called to her again. “And Y/N? Welcome back.”
Y/N’s brows furrowed slightly and her head tilted. “Thanks.” She called back with a pleasantly surprised smile.
She continued her search until she finally ended up at the open door of the extravagant office and watched as he sat at his desk. He must have gone into work today judging by his suit and the tie hanging loosely around his neck. His brows knitted together and his lips were pursed in concentration as he listened to whoever was on the phone. She bit her lip at how utterly sexy he looked.
Jungkook turned slightly in his chair to find her lingering by the door. His facial expression changed completely to accommodate the broad smile that appeared when he saw her. She smiled back instinctively and made her way over to him.
“Hold on just one second, Jeff… Yes, I’m aware. Something just came up, give me a second!” He sneered with more force before putting the other person on hold. He finally stood as Y/N made her way around the desk to greet him properly.
“Hello.” She spoke in a sultry voice that caught Jungkook’s attention. He also noticed she had that familiar fire in her eyes he loved so much as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Hello.” He replied easily, wrapping his arms around her waist in turn and leaning down to capture her lips with his own hungrily. She hummed into his mouth with the same appetite as his hands drifted down to grip her ass and press her firm body to his.
He pecked her lips one last time, pressing his forehead to hers. “Mm, why didn’t you tell me you were back?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” She whispered, smiling cheekily. “Did it work?”
He chuckled softly. “Yes, consider me surprised.”
“Good.” She purred, walking him back towards his chair until he felt it touch the backs of his knees and sat down awkwardly. “Because I’ve been a very bad girl.” Y/N climbed on top of him so that her legs straddled his waist and looked at him expectantly.
“Is that right?” He mumbled into her neck, leaving tender kisses as he roamed. She looked up to allow him more access, biting her lip at the glorious sensation. “Yes, sir.” She breathed, altering the dynamic all on her own this time around. “I was thinking maybe we should visit the playroom so you can punish me properly.”
Jungkook’s mouth paused on her skin and then picked back up as if nothing had happened. “I have to close this deal, baby and this asshole’s giving me everything.” He mumbled, gesturing to the phone on the desk.
Her breathy voice sent a chill through him when she took to nibbling on his ear. “Then after.”
The CEO made a troubled face before replying, “But there’s no reason to.” She was immediately in his face with those big mesmeric eyes.
“The reason is I want to. And I want you.” She emphasized with an exquisite roll of her hips against his crotch. “Please, sir.”
He hissed and steadied her hips against him. “You haven’t really done anything to deserve it, Y/L/N.” He explained.
Y/N stopped what she was doing and narrowed her eyes at her partner. “Oh, I see. I have to earn it.”
“Yes.” Jungkook sighed and in the next second she was off of his lap and walking to the opposite side of the desk. He watched her run her fingers over a paper weight on his desk with intrigue. His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up when she swiped it off of the wood surface and onto the floor carelessly.
His head tilted in confusion. “W-what are you doing?”
“Earning it.” She replied as a stack of papers flew in the same direction. A mischievous smile split across her face when she saw Jungkook’s turn serious.
“Stop it, Y/L/N.” He warned, his mouth formed a severe straight line.
“Make. Me.” Another structure topples to the floor. Jungkook only sends her a glare before looking back down at the phone on his desk.
He needed to close this deal tonight and he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Y/N making a mess of his office. “I don’t have time for this, Y/L/N.” He ran a hand down his jaded face.
“I need to get this done and if you toss another thing off this desk you’re not gonna like what happens.” He sneered, taking his seat. The threat only encouraged Y/N to topple something else, but after studying his serious expression she decided against it.
She could see that he approved of her choice when his shoulders released a bit of tension and he reached for the phone to resume the call. Y/N was nothing if not persistent, but she sensed that this would get her nowhere. She would have to try something else. They share a meaningful glance before she saunters out of the room without a word.
Two hours later the mercenary received a call from the pouty CEO. “Hello.” She sang into the receiver. “Come to my office. Now.” Jungkook’s growl cut her off before hanging up. Y/N hummed with anticipation and couldn’t wipe the smug grin on her face if she tried as she made her way to the office.
The door was closed so she knocked this time and waited for a reply. “Come in.” He called evenly. The objects and papers were still on the floor and he was reading over what looked like a contract with a pen in hand when she entered.
He looked up and his facial expression went from concentration, to recognition, to some kind of irate pruriency from the looks of it. “Lock the door behind you. Come here.” He ordered quietly with a wave of his finger.
She did as asked and walked steadily until he held up a hand for her to stop. “Pick it up.” He gestured towards the objects in front of her. “All of it.”
“Yes, sir.” She bent down and began collecting the items. “Did you close your deal?” She asked squarely, breaking the silence. “Yes.” Was his simple answer. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Another emotionless response. When everything was finally in its rightful place on the desk, she stood before him and awaited orders while he regarded her carefully.
“Sit down. Right here.” He said, patting his thigh once. She walked around the desk and lifted her thigh to straddle his waist when he stopped her. “No.” He grumbled, taking her waist and roughly sitting her down so that her back was pressed to his chest.
Y/N’s breathing picked up slightly as Jungkook’s hand gilded back and forth over her bare thighs. “You really love pissing me off don’t you?” He muttered in her ear, coaxing a meager smirk from her. “No, sir.” She spoke softly and shook her head.
A sigh left his mouth before his hand came down hard on her thigh. She gasped and he messaged the sting. "You don't have to lie to me, Sweetheart. We both know you live for it. So let me ask again. You love pissing me off don't you?"
“Yes, sir.”
“That's better. And why do you love it?" He pulls her dress up far enough to brush his fingers against her lace clad slit teasingly.
"Because you’re incredibly sexy when you're angry… and I want you to punish me, sir.”
"Ah. And who is the best at punishing you, baby?" He took to rubbing light circles into her clit causing her to sigh.
"You are, sir." She spoke honestly.
He released a sinister chuckle that tickled her ear. "So then why the fuck are you undermining me and telling me how I should punish you?" The circles stopped and in an instant he was gripping her throat firmly but in a way that allowed her to speak.
Y/N whined at the loss of contact and subconsciously grinded against his still fingers. This earned a hard slap on her pussy which sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure through her. "Don't do that shit again. Now, answer the question, I wanna hear this." He growled.
"I wanted more, sir." She said, her shameful tone of voice surprising even herself. "I thought I needed something more."
"You thought, huh? You're greedy, Sweetheart," he whispered as the circles on her clit started up again. "You and your greedy cunt are very hard to please." He moved the lace to the side and picked up right where he left off. The new sensation had her moaning and grinding against it mindlessly.
"You manage just fine, sir." She complimented breathlessly.
Another chuckle. "You're right, I do." His three magic fingers became heavier and faster against her. The hand around her neck wrapped itself tighter around the jugular. The assassin's eyes closed and her jaw dropped ceremoniously.
"I've got everything you need right here. I always give you what you need, don't I, baby?" He spoke gruffly in her ear, demanding a response.
"Yes, sir!" She answered militantly. Her hands were gripping the arms of the chair for dear life in ecstasy. She was so close.
"Don't ever question my methods again." He snarled before stopping everything he was doing.
Y/N squealed and whined in shock and anger. She was grabbing at Jungkook's hands and trying to put them back where they were. He slapped her pussy and then her thighs in retaliation. "You behave yourself or I'll keep this up all night. You know I can." He threatened.
She immediately nodded, knowing she didn't want that to be her future. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
"You gotta pay for your crimes, Sweetheart. You're my prisoner now." He smiled menacingly, running his hands up and down her smooth thighs again.
"I'll do anything. Please." She said, not so subtly grinding back into him with a whine.
"I know, baby. Take this off." He pinched her designer dress between his fingers and she was up in an instant, getting naked before him. He watched as she peeled it off to reveal an intricate bra and panty set. This is new, he noted. The blood red lace and straps complimented her skin tone while making Jungkook feel like he had a new present to unwrap.
His brow arched suspiciously. "You planned this?"
"I had hoped." She uttered in a small voice with wide innocent eyes. Jungkook smirked at the thought of corrupting that faux innocence again and again and again. He wanted to lay her on his favorite bed in the playroom and explore the body he already memorized every inch of.
But that would defeat the purpose, he thought. He decided they didn't need that room to fulfill each other's needs anymore. The desk would just have to do. And if he couldn't explore her body properly, there were always other ways.
"Touch yourself." He ordered easily and sat back to enjoy the show.
Y/N's hands slowly glided to her breasts and immediately began messaging them through the lace. She found each of her nipples, tugging and rolling them in between her fingers as she let out a hiss.
Her eyes were glued to Jungkook's face before his hand moved to message his already hard cock through his slacks. Jungkook was busy imagining Y/N's hands to be his, roaming all over her tight body while he teased himself.
Her fingers migrated aggravatingly slow to her already soaked cunt while the other hand stayed focused on her breast. She dipped into the scrap of lace and three fingers covered her clit and began to rub slow circles into it. But it wasn't as good as when her dominant did it.
She moved onto better things, dipping two fingers into her hole. Her left knee buckled slightly at the intrusion. Jungkook knew the sound all too well, having spent much time submerged in her wetness.
"Are you fucking yourself?" He smirked knowingly. "Yes, sir." She moaned.
"What does it feel like?"
"It feels so good." She sighed honestly, really getting into it. Jungkook undid his pants and took himself in his hand, stroking his large cock for Y/N to see. "Oh, yeah? Go faster. I wanna hear it."
The sight of Jungkook fully turned on and jerking off to her really got her going as she did what she was told. She bit her lip and moaned at the feeling of her curled fingers buried in her cunt.
The lewd sound of wet slapping continued to turn both of them on. Jungkook watched Y/N's eyes begin to roll back and so he got up, removed her hand and forced it behind her back while pressing her down into the desk. All in one motion, it seemed.
She groaned at the force with which she hit the mahogany. “Fuck! Please, Mr. Jeon,” She huffed as he gripped the back of her neck harshly.
“Although, I love the sound of it, begging won’t do much for you. I told you, you’re my prisoner and like it or not you’re gonna answer to me, am I understood?” He spat, forcing both her hands behind her back tightly.
“Understood, sir.” She uttered in defeat. All signs of a fight were gone from her body. “Good. Don’t move a muscle.”
He released her to remove his clothing and when he was bare, he discarded Y/N’s underwear, which thankfully wasn’t connected to the fun-filled harness, resumed his position and ordered her to spread her legs.
He ran his cock through her wet folds and rested it in between her cheeks on her puckered hole. “Can’t wait for the day when I finally take this perfect ass.” He smirked down at the sight, teasing the tight ring of muscle with his tip.
She only pushed her bum further towards him. “You can take it right now if you want. It’s yours.” She encouraged him with an obliging pout, which he could only see half of due to her position.
He smiled warmly as he leaned over her to press lips to her exposed cheek and slid a hand into her hair. “Oh, Sweetheart. Thanks, but I know.” He cooed into her ear. The cockiness in his tone sent a chill through her and Jungkook watched as a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
“No. No, that can wait.” He decided. He didn’t want their first time doing that to be during a punishment. “But for now,” He positioned himself at her entrance. “I’ll take this instead.” He pushed into her tight heat and it swallowed him down so easily, hungry for more.
A long grunt left him as something of a choked sob escaped Y/N. A week away had been far too long in her needy state. He immediately hit her g-spot over and over again and it was obvious that Y/N wouldn’t last long. But Jungkook didn’t exactly need her to.
“Oh my God, you’re so deep!” She shrilled. “Yes! Please, please, please,” Jungkook struck her ass cheek with a loud crack and tugged on her hair deliciously. “Please what?” He growled, pounding into her mercilessly.
She reveled in the pain for as long as she could. “Please let me cum, sir! Please can I cum, Mr. Jeon?” She heaved desperately, dangerously close to the edge. The mob boss quickly pulled out, much to Y/N’s instant anguish, and flipped her so that she was on her back with him holding the backs of her knees.
“Oh, Sweetheart,” He snickered down at her deviously. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. You know that.”
Her eyes widened and her hands extended to stroke Jungkook’s impressive abs fearfully. “I’ll be a good girl, I will. I’ll do whatever you want, please.” Her innocent, fucked out voice made his cock twitch, but he held strong.
“Oh, I know what I want.” He leaned down so that they were face to face. “I’m gonna cum inside you and you’re gonna be a ‘good girl’ by not cumming at all. Am I understood?” He asserted seriously.
Y/N struggled to answer. He can’t be serious, she thought. After so long apart this is the punishment she gets. Suddenly he was revealing her breasts and pinching both her hard nipples in the most beautifully agonizing way. “Am I understood?” He repeated with a growl.
“Yes, sir.” She seethed with wide eyes.
Jungkook captured her lips in a sweltering kiss while finding her dripping cunt and thrusting in hands-free. The mercenary’s mouth fell open at the intrusion forcing him to continue sucking on her bottom lip. He released her lip from its prison to focus on his cock disappearing inside of her in awe, allowing Y/N to curse his name to the ceiling.
“God, why do you have to feel so good, fuck!” She whispered, twisting a hand in her own hair tightly to ground herself while the other hand gripped the edge of the desk.
He then placed a hand on her neck, but before he could squeeze, she was slapping his hand away. He looked down at her with a bewildered expression. “You’re gonna make me cum. I wanna be good for you.” She explained breathlessly with furrowed brows.
A proud grin appeared on his face and he couldn’t help, but cover her lips with his once more with a grunt. Their hands roamed each other’s sweaty bodies as they moved together as one. He broke the kiss before gripping the sides of her face and looking into her piercing eyes.
“I’m almost there. Don’t you dare cum, okay?” Y/N nodded frantically, trying to fight the intense coil in her core threatening to snap.
Every part of her body burned with the exertion of keeping her orgasm at bay and by the time Jungkook’s seed flooded her walls there were tears falling down the sides of her face. She gripped her hair and the desk with extreme force as he was coming down, slowly thrusting in and out of her until his hips came to a stop.
She could feel kisses on each of her closed eyelids, on her nose and lips and even on the tear tracks down her cheeks and temples. “You did so well, Sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.” He whispered sweetly. “Thank you, sir.” She replied, preening under the praise.
He pecked her lips once more. “Now let’s get ready for bed, I'm beat.” He pulled out of her and helped her up from the table. Y/N looked around in confusion as he helped her to stand up. “Wait. That’s it?”
“Well, yeah. It’s getting late, come on.” He directed, assisting her in putting her panties back on.
“So you’re just gonna leave me like this?” She watched incredulously as he began to dress himself. “Yeah, I told you, you would have to pay for your crimes.” He merely shrugged.
“It was a fucking paper weight, Jeon.” She griped.
“Yeah and it was my favorite one.”
“And how was I supposed to know that?”
“You weren’t, but now you know not to do it again, huh?” He smiled humorously while offering her dress from the floor. She snatched it with a glare and put it on. She allowed him to approach her, place his hands on her arms and give her a kiss so full of love and tenderness that almost, almost made everything okay.
She then let Jungkook guide her to his room and accompany her in the shower before they settled into the extravagant bed for the night.
Y/N woke up the next morning to the usual light snoring Jungkook wrapped around her like a boa. Her first action of the day was to remove herself from him as memories of the day before filled her mind. She wasn’t one to hold grudges.
Even as a child, she took what came to her and she either dished out what she got or she let things slide, she never held onto things for too long. But she realized she was actually cross with Jungkook about yesterday’s punishment.
Sure, the couple were no strangers to edging, but he had never flat out forbidden her to orgasm before and without any foresight of what she was getting herself into.
Wow, I really am a brat, she thought as she pulled on a baby blue silk robe and slippers before heading down to the kitchen.
It was a Sunday, meaning most people on Jungkook’s payroll had the day off except for security. Sadly that included Y/N’s precious Seojoon who wasn’t here to make her mouth watering pastries for breakfast.
Instead she settled for a bowl of fruit and a glass of orange juice at the kitchen counter while scrolling on her phone. She hears someone approach the kitchen and looks up instinctively, but immediately looks away when she sees the man of the hour.
He wore a t-shirt and sweatpants from last night paired with black Nike slides. He stopped short at the look and then continued to the refrigerator to retrieve a milk carton.
He gathered cereal, a spoon and a bowl adjacent to where she sat while keeping a close eye on Y/N. Her eyes were glued to her phone, but not showing any interest in what was on the screen.
“Good morning,” He spoke calmly, feeling out the environment.
“Good morning,” She replied in a voice that made Jungkook raise a perplexed brow. He couldn’t tell if she was pissed off or if this was just her regular voice. She tended to sound pissed off a lot.
“How did you sleep last night?” He questioned, just out of curiosity. Maybe she had a bad dream that stuck with her, the mobster thought.
“Oh, pretty well, all things considered.” Her tone of voice lilted up towards the end. The response was accompanied by the twitch of an eyebrow and a tongue that poked slightly at the inside of her cheek. Jungkook’s head tilts in confusion without his permission. What’s that supposed to mean? He thought. “What is there to consider?”
“Oh, nothing.” Deathstalker shrugged. “Just that I went to bed extremely sexually frustrated and it was hard to fall asleep is all. But I got there, don't worry.”
Jungkook’s jaw dropped to release a silent ‘ah’ and he sighed. “You’re mad at me because of the punishment?”
Yes, she thought. “I never said that.” She said.
“That’s what it sounds like you’re saying.”
“Well, aren’t you just a grade A communicator? Good for you.” Her eyes widened and her brows danced along with her sarcastic tone.
He sends a look that reminds her to watch her tone before responding. “Well, yeah because I guess you weren’t gonna tell me you were mad. I can’t read minds, you know.” He spoke animatedly, the milk and cereal long forgotten.
“I’m not mad, I’m just… I think I was sentenced unfairly, that’s all.” She forked a black berry into her mouth with a tilt of her head and held her hands up defensively.
An amused smile appeared on his face. “Oh, yeah? And what do you think your sentence should have been?” He asked, coming closer to her.
“I don’t know, maybe a spanking… maybe a couple of rounds with the flogger,” She mumbled carefully down at the marble counter. “It’s been so long since we’ve used–”
“No,” He interrupted firmly. “You didn’t deserve the play room yet.” Y/N sighed as her suspicions were affirmed. “And besides if you’re expecting those things is it really a punishment? Forgive me for trying to spice things up for once.” He recovered, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle section.
“Is that not okay?” He prompted, each word accompanied by a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Still no answer from Y/N, as her mind was elsewhere. Jungkook assumed the silence was due to pettiness, but he couldn’t be sure.
He took to another approach, moving her silk robe to the side to reveal her matching silk shorts as he spoke. “How about I give you a punishment I know you’ll like.” He knelt down behind her so that his face was level with her backside, gipping her hips firmly.
She glanced over her shoulder to be heard. “I thought you said no play room.” She recalled skeptically. “That is what I said, but I’m not talking about that.” He grinned as he pulled down her shorts and thong in one fell swoop. Y/N gasped at the sudden feeling of cold air against her ass.
“In the kitchen?” She whispered with a pleasantly surprised grin and wide eyes aimed at the cased opening to the room. There weren’t as many staff as usual around the mansion, but one of Jungkook’s foot soldiers or security could walk by at any moment. The thought of getting caught sent a thrill of adrenaline through the assassin.
Jungkook replied by spreading her cheeks and licking a stripe against her puckered hole. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lip trying to conceal the whine that threatened to escape. He continued lapping at the tight ring of muscle eagerly, determined to draw those lewd noises right out of her.
He moved south until he came across her already dripping cunt and immediately began spearing his tongue into the delicious opening. Y/N’s head dangled dangerously close to the bowl of berries at the unbelievable feeling.
His hand glided up the curve of her ass and landed on the small of her back, pressing down so that he could have access to more of her. She did so without complaint so that she was arching into him and her forearms and elbows rested tensely against the counter.
Without warning he swooped down to take her clit in his mouth and finally a breathy moan could be heard falling from Y/N’s lips. The beautiful sound went straight to Jungkook’s cock as it hardened by the second in his sweats. Y/N’s brows furrowed deeply and her teeth threatened to draw blood on her bottom lip as she drew close to her climax.
Her lids were shut tight, but they opened wide at the sound of someone approaching the kitchen. She watched anxiously as Jin wandered by the opening in no particular hurry, long enough to nod at Deathstalker and for her to give a crooked smile and nod stiffly back.
All the while Jungkook continued to defile her pussy without pause or even a sliver of hesitation. When Jin was out of sight and she could no longer hear his footsteps, she let out a huge sigh of relief mixed with pleasure.
“That was close, huh?” He released her clit with a vulgar popping sound, replacing his mouth with his fingers.
“Please just keep going.” She breathed, placing her hand on the back of his head to pull him closer to her heat. She cried when she felt him tightly squeeze her pussy lips in between his fingers, creating an exquisite concoction of pleasure and pain.
“What was that?” He asked soberly.
“Sir!” She exclaimed as quietly as she could. “Please keep going, sir.”
“Good girl.” He praised before sinking two fingers into her wetness and flicking his tongue wildly against her asshole, nearly causing her to go cross eyed. She’s literally dripping down Jungkook’s fingers once his thumb gets involved with rubbing her clit at the same pace as his speedy fingers.
Y/N drags a hand down her face feverishly as the other pulls Jungkook’s head forward so that he dips past the ring of muscle, stretching her on his tongue. “Fuck,” she couldn’t help, but gasp, meeting Jungkook’s tongue fucking with her hips.
“Please, sir. Please, please, please,” Her whines were constant and desperate. Any worries she had about getting caught were completely out the window. And finally something within her snapped as she moaned up to the ceiling.
Jungkook savored the way she squeezed his fingers and tongue like a vice as she rocked back and forth to ride out her high. She pushed him away from her panting form when he kept going because she was too sensitive to bear it.
That was easily one of the best orgasms she’s ever had and she would be lying if she said the added risk of being seen had nothing to do with it.
He stood up, kissing along her arm and then her neck and then took her chin in his hand to steer her mouth toward his in a heated kiss.
“Thank you, sir.” She sighed sluggishly with a smile. “You’re welcome, Sweetheart.”
She looked up at him with furrowed brows. “I hardly see how that’s a punishment, though.”
“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby.” He purred in between kisses against her jaw. That’s when she sensed Jungkook lower his sweatpants and his slicked erection brushed her bare ass cheek. She swallowed in anticipation and prepared herself for what would happen next.
He runs the tip of his cock through her folds and in between her cheeks, getting it nice and wet. “You okay? I know that last one took a lot out of you.” He goaded, tapping her clit for emphasis and watching a jolt go through her.
“Yes, sir. I can take it.” She nodded. “Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.” He cajoled as he lined himself up at her entrance. “Hold it open for me, baby.” She reached back with one hand and grabbed one cheek at the command, steadying herself on the counter with the other. But the second Jungkook sheathed himself inside her, she was nearly collapsing onto the marble, the sheer feeling of being this full was enough to knock the wind out of her.
He thrusted into the hilt, leaving no space between them and Y/N swore she could feel him in her lungs. She kept whimpering aimlessly. “Fffuck, Mr. Jeon, please,”
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’m gonna give you what you want.” He promised, finally moving his hips so that only the tip could be seen stretching her little hole until he rams his hips back into her, stealing a short scream in the process. She covers her mouth instinctively, but Jungkook isn't having it.
He snatched your hand away and tucked it behind her back for safe keeping. “Oh, no you don’t, that’s cheating.” He panted, gripping the back of her neck for leverage.
“What, are you afraid someone’s gonna come in and see you getting railed like a little slut? Hm?” He seethed while never missing a beat fucking into her hard and fast. Y/N gave a weak nod that was barely detected amongst all the gyrating her body did thanks to Jungkook’s forceful thrusts.
He only laughed maniacally and pulled her forward by the neck until his entire arm was wrapped around her jugular. Her eyes rolled back at the feeling of her throat being squeezed by Jungkook’s large bicep.
“We both know that’s bullshit,” He jeered, alluding to her nod. “You live for it, you fucking love it. You love that anyone could come in here and watch you getting fucked open on the kitchen fucking counter like the little cock slut you are. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir.” She grunted under the weight of his arm. “Tell me you love it.” He whispered against the shell of her ear, hitting that special spot that made her forget how to breathe. Following orders, she choked out, “I fucking love it, Mr. Jeon.” And she did.
Obviously there weren’t too many foot soldiers close by because someone would have come to see what all the noise was. The clapping sound that they created wasn’t exactly quiet. But even so, it made Y/N’s heart race to think someone else could find them like this and it was sending her over the edge.
“And who’s my little cock slut?”
“I’m your little cock slut, sir.” She said with so much conviction it brought a beaming smile to Jungook’s face. “That’s right.” He affirmed, reaching up to message her breast and pinch her nipple through her silk nightshirt.
“Fuck,” He breath caught in her throat; he was hitting her g-spot perfectly. “Please can I cum, sir? Please, I’m so close, Mr. Jeon, please may I cum?” She implored desperately, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his silky black hair.
He couldn’t help, but laugh at her formal wording. “Well, since you asked so nicely, go right ahead, Sweetheart.” He had hoped to hold out for a little longer than this, but the way Y/N’s tight wet pussy gripped and pulsated around his cock through her orgasm had him spilling into her in tandem.
He pressed her neck tighter into his bicep with his other forearm and was just the fix Y/N needed to see the galaxy behind her lids if only for a moment.
“Fuck me.” He groaned into her shuddering shoulder, placing kisses wherever there was skin as he fucked his cum into her at a steady pace. Y/N tapped his elbow and he immediately released her.
He barely gave her enough time to recover when he turned her around, picked her up and sat her down on the counter so she was spread out in front of him, exposing her most private parts to him.
Before she could even react, he dove right into her pussy. He allowed Y/N to cover her mouth this time to conceal the string of loud curses that fell from it. “Oh my God, Jungkook.” She rasped as her chest heaved energetically, receiving a hard slap to her thigh.
She fought off a laugh at his reaction. “Ah! Sorry, sir.”
Jungkook didn’t mind. She was enjoying herself now, so he would let her. He just focused on cleaning her up and making her feel good. He captured every drop of both their cum that leaked out and then captured her clit securely in his mouth. His expert tongue flicked and sucked until she could no longer take it.
“Ugh, Mr. Jeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” She cried, grabbing the back of his head and grinding into his face mindlessly. It was meant as a warning, as she wasn’t sure if that was his intention.
He hummed his unintelligible permissions into her pussy and in no time she was a shaking mess on the cold marble. She had to pull him off when her clit got sensitive to the touch and then she pulled him to her mouth to deliver a sloppy, fucked out kiss.
He was already on the move as soon as she broke the kiss. “Here, put these back on, or don’t, we’re going back upstairs.” He handed her her shorts and slid his sweat pants back on before helping her off the counter. She stumbled slightly, securing her robe around her waist before murmuring, “Okay?” And followed her dominant upstairs to his bedroom.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” He instructed once they entered. Or reentered. They had only just left.
She nodded and complied like the good submissive she so desperately wanted to be. He then found two cuts of rope in the night stand and came over to tie each of her hands to a bedpost. She watched him work with irrepressible adoration. Three orgasms in and she felt like she was floating.
He leaned over her, regarding her breathtaking body before speaking. “You know the safe word don’t you, Sweetheart?” He could see the mischief sparkle in her eyes at the question. “Yes, sir.”
“Say it for me, please.”
“Oxford.” She smirked with anticipation.
“Good girl.” He congratulated her with a kiss which she smiled into like a proud student.
He retrieved two more ropes and tied each of her legs so that they were completely bent at the knee and incapable of moving any further. “You alright?” He checked in.
“Perfect, sir.” She replied, completely at ease, still basking in the afterglow of their activities in the kitchen. And yet on the inside she was jumping with excitement.
Her mind and body felt like how static looked; fuzzy, thrumming with life, volatile. Her mind ran wild with the possibilities of what he might do to her.
He collected lube and the hitachi magic wand from the bottom drawer of the night stand which she recognized and was familiar with. But then Jungkook pulled out what looked like a small butt plug.
“I bought you something.” He brought it closer for her to see. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” She spoke genuinely. It was a small, hot pink butt plug with a diamond at the end. She assumed it was for beginners and it was very pretty in her personal opinion. “Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”
“Your welcome, Sweetheart. I’m glad you like it.” He cooed, sitting on the side of the bed.
“I think we should start with the hard stuff before we get to the easier stuff, what do you think?” He held up the butt plug when he said ‘hard stuff’. It registered to Y/N that he was asking a genuine question in which he desired her input and so she answered truthfully.
“I agree, sir.” If anal play was considered the hard stuff she would definitely knock that out first.
“Great, now try to relax, baby.” He coated his fingers in lube and ran them over the cinched muscle while lazily taking her clit into his mouth again. Her body jerked at the contact and her hips floated up to gain more access to Jungkook’s mouth, which she was surprised he allowed her to do.
They were only languid kitten licks after all, as his main focus was breaching her back door. Luckily his Sweetheart did as she was told and really committed to relaxing her body so that he was able to get a fingertip past the tight muscle shortly.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me. Keep those legs back.” His soft voice drifted up to her ears.
Y/N basked in the praise and hissed when he attached his mouth to her pussy again. Soon his entire index finger was probing her, thrusting into uncharted territory that made Y/N’s toes curl.
It was an utterly new feeling. One that was incredibly intense and overwhelming and painful. All these sensations made it possible for Y/N to get lost in the feeling of Jungkook’s long, thick finger working in and out of her.
“Another.” She found herself panting out without thinking. Jungkook put his work on her cunt on pause to peer down at her with a raised brow. “What was that?” He questioned sorely.
She suddenly looked down with a troubled expression. “I mean please, please may I have another, sir.” She mewled apologetically.
“That’s the second slip up today,” He noted, spreading more lube on his fingers. “You’re not making this a habit, I hope. Are you, Y/L/N?”
“No, sir.” She shook her head, watching as his fingers got closer and closer to where she wanted them. “Good because I really wanna watch you come with my fingers in your ass and I can only do that if you’re good for me. Can you do that?” His tone was challenging, yet ominous which let her know that there was no room for her to do anything, but be good.
“Yes, sir, I can do that.” She nodded determinedly. “Good. Now I want you to scream for me.”
He declared before diving back in. Two fingers were eventually submerged into her hole while Jungkook sucked on her sensitive bundle of nerves vigorously.
Y/N’s hands balled into fists and she pulled on her restraints as he bored his fingers in and out of her, slowly. There was no fighting the familiar feeling building inside of her as her body started to vibrate.
“Please, hngh, faster, sir.” She squeaked out, her eyes shut tightly from the onslaught of sensations.
Jungkook granted her wish without a word and began pumping his digits into her at a moderate speed so as not to overwhelm her. But it was too late, she was already being swept away by such a powerful force. She did scream for him, but it was silent and strained, the only sound in the room coming from Jungkook’s ribald efforts on her body. Her back arched deeply causing the crown of her head to meet the pillow shortly.
She finally let out a howl of release as she was coming down with him still attached to and moving inside her.
Jungkook removed his fingers and released her pussy with a pop, kneeling in front of her with a smile. “How was it, Sweetheart?”
“I really liked that.” Her voice was hoarse and she had a new frenzied look in her hooded eyes. There was a slight twitch occurring with her left thigh and she was panting heavily. This was what Jungkook wanted, what he envisioned after their tasteless argument in the kitchen. Well not quite, but perhaps after a few more…
“Oh, you liked that?” He coaxed cheekily while crawling up her body slowly to give Y/N a fierce kiss. “Mmhmm.” She hummed gleefully against his lips.
“Good, ‘cause I think you’re ready for the real thing.” He reached to grab the butt plug from the nightstand and covered it in lube. He gets it inside her, thrusting it in and out a little. Then he pulls out the hitachi wand and presses it to her already worn out clit. She screams.
“Sir, I can’t, it’s too much.” Y/N tries to scoot further away, but is failing miserably due to her restraints. With the butt plug added to the mix, she could already sense this was going to be a whole new kind of intense.
“I thought this was what you wanted. I told you I’d give you a punishment you would like.” Jungkook feigns innocence and watches as it dawns on her. This is why he reminded her of the safeword. “You did say you liked it, what happened?” His hands wandered as he spoke, caressing her body with his feather light touch.
“I did, I'm just really sensitive now, after… everything.” She swallowed. He had half a mind to take pity on her pouting lips and slightly furrowed brow as she gave her apologetic excuse. But she started this with her little outburst in the kitchen and Jungkook was going to finish it.
He chuckled and nuzzled her nose with his. “Oh, Sweetheart, I know that. That’s the point.” He positioned the wand so that it was barely touching her little nub and watched as her breath still caught in her throat and her back arched into his chest. “And you asked for this,”
His hand drifted up to wrap around her neck, squeezing slowly as he touched his lips to her ear. “So take your punishment like a good little girl.” He growled before pressing the vibrator into her clit harshly.
Y/N cried out as loud as one could with a hand around their throat and her body spasmed like Jungkook had never seen before. He took his time committing every movement to memory and just enjoyed her body. He leaned back on his ankles to get the full picture when her legs tried to close around his arm.
“Oh, no.” He forced them apart and gave a sharp smack to each thigh, evoking another cry. “That was rude! Apologize right now.”
It was a lot to ask as her orgasm was already approaching and her mind officially turned to mush, but another rough slap to her breast had her spewing out whatever she could think of. “I’m sorry, sir, Em serry, zerr.” She panted, her eyelids clenched shut.
“That’s right. Next time I’m gonna have to tie your hands to your legs, maybe get a spreader bar so you can’t hide from me, huh? Or I could put you on your stomach so you can’t see what I’m doing to you, tie your hands to the spreader so you can’t move at all.” He mused playfully. He then adjusted the angle of the wand and pushed slightly on the plug a few times and her body went still.
Her chin pointed towards the ceiling, her chest reached for the sky, her bound legs closed once again only to meet Jungkook’s torso. Ten seconds later her body fell back to the bed and her chest was heaving, but it still felt like she was one with the birds.
No words left her mouth, if they did they were completely incoherent, just incessant moaning and groaning as her body undulated against the mattress. It continued as Jungkook took to a new pattern of thrusting the wand against her. The moans turned to sobs as the luscious torture went on, sending her straight through to the next orgasm.
Tears rushed down her face. She couldn’t catch her breath with everything happening so fast and so intensely. Everything she felt was heightened and pain started to seep in with the pleasure, but damn did it feel fucking amazing. She was sweating now and her brain was getting foggier as they went and yet somehow she wanted more.
Jungkook removed the toy with a grunt from Y/N and set it aside for now. He leaned down once again to press a heated kiss to her trembling lips and her tear stained cheeks. He wishes he had waited until later in the day so he would watch the mascara run down her face.
“What do you say, Sweetheart?” He entreated, gazing deeply into her unfocused eyes.
“Thank you, sir, thank you, sir.” She gasped, pulling on the restraints to wrap her arms around her lover, but getting nowhere. She whimpered in defeat.
“You’re welcome, baby. You’re doing great.” He extolled while kissing down her jaw.
“How are your arms?” He inquired into her neck. It never occurred to her before now, but it was becoming painful to be in this position. “A little sore.” She told him in a small hoarse voice.
“How about this?” He reached over her to release each of her wrists and messaged them before placing them on her knees. He even made sure her head was propped up with enough pillows.
“Is that better?” She nodded.
“Good. These don’t move,” He rested his hands on hers for emphasis. “Until I say they do. That way you can actually keep these legs open for me. Understand?”
She gulped in anticipation. “Yes, sir.” That earned her a soft kiss from her dominant. “Such a good girl.” Y/N tried not to be too giddy about the praise she was receiving, but couldn’t hide the shit eating grin on her face.
Jungkook left her for a moment to remove his clothes and rejoined his girlfriend swiftly on the bed. The assassin was just coherent enough to spot his rock hard erection out of the corner of her eye and then he was leaning over her again.
He ran his tip along her slit and let out a laugh at how utterly soaked she was. “Goddamn, Sweetheart,” He sighed, capturing her lips in a sloppy kiss.
“You’re so perfect.” They each shuddered when he finally thrusted into her. Y/N’s hands gripped her knees for dear life. She was fighting with herself not to throw her arms around Jungkook and bring him closer to her.
His pace was slow, but firm. His hips smacked against hers every time they made contact. She could feel the plug nestle deeper inside of her whenever his ballsack collided with it. And once again she was reduced to a mess of unintelligible whines and moans completely at his mercy.
“Think you can cum for me again, hm, Sweetheart?” He moaned as she squeezed his cock wonderfully. She was sure of it. “Yes, sir.” She breathed, shutting her eyes and letting the sensation of being filled with his cock carry her away.
While she wasn’t looking Jungkook grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to her clit. “Gahh!” Her head popped up and she shrieked at vibrations overstimulating her nerves and making her entire body quiver. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She chanted.
“Holy shit, that’s right, baby,” He took hold of her throat and used it as leverage to thrust into her freely while he held the vibrator steady with other hand. “Cum for me, Y/L/N.” He ordered through clenched teeth. Y/N let out a feral scream as she came and everything seemed to go black for a moment.
Jungkook felt the plug get pushed out, but he was too focused on Y/N’s beautiful face to correct it. Her hair collected on her forehead thanks to all the sweat, her brows were deeply furrowed, her lips screwed up into a pouty frown and her eyes were wild. She didn’t know what to do with everything she was feeling, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She was breathtaking, Jungkook thought.
He removed the vibrator once again and her body went limp, her head turned off to the side lifelessly. He pulled out and let go of her throat to look her over carefully. She was still breathing heavily as he took her chin in between his fingers and turned her head to face him.
A light shake of her head and a tap on the cheek was enough to bring her back to him. She blinked up at him looking disoriented and he couldn’t help, but chuckle at how adorable she looked.
“There you are, I thought I lost you for a second there. You okay?” He asked genuinely, stroking her wet cheek. She nodded with a listless smile and hooded lids.
“Are you tired? You wanna stop?”
“No, no, I want you to cum, sir.” She even protested in an exhausted manner, but she made sure to keep her hands on her knees like she was told.
“Thanks for thinking of me, Sweetheart, but I can cum on these beautiful tits just as easily. I don’t wanna keep going if you’re gonna faint on me again.” He allowed her to let go of her knees and positioned himself so he was standing over her stomach and jerked himself to completion all over her chest.
“Good girl.” Jungkook admired breathlessly. He might as well have been talking to a corpse the way Y/N laid there completely unmoving, eyelids drooping and totally spent.
He cleaned her up, put away the toys and untied her legs before messaging them. She was forced to go to the bathroom, but he did help her get there so it wasn’t horrible. He then got into bed and wrapped his arms around her the same way he had when she woke up this morning. By this time it was only twelve-thirty in the afternoon.
And although Jungkook had expected her to fall straight to sleep, her brain was busy with trying to decipher his behavior these past couple of weeks. Y/N was starting to conjure her own theories about the playroom.
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