mafia boss jungkook x mafia boss daughter y/n
arranged marriage, yearning, SMUT, corruption kink go brrr
>14k
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you had been prepping for marriage since the day you could walk.
being the daughter of the east mobâs leader meant you were good for only one thing, and that was alliance. you werenât taught about marriage like the other girls in your life, no, you were taught omission. obedience. complete and entire control given to you by your husband, and not a single other. you needed to know how to sit up straight without fidgeting, cook meals for multiple families, how to smile without being overbearing or even speak in tones of submission.
you were bred to marry.
your parents rarely acknowledged you outside of this, if ever. your mere existence was a disappointment to them, for you were supposed to be a boy - your birth had been traumatic for your mother, meaning she couldnât have any more children and your father couldnât remarry due to the optics of it all. you were the wrong child, in the wrong body, and not a day of your life had gone by without you being told it.
and so, here you were. too quiet for your own good. secretly anxious, always going above and beyond in hopes someone would notice, not that they ever did. youâd retreat to your room, lock your door quietly and simply lay on your bed, cherishing all of your sweet plushies, and pinks and creams of your room as though it was your only friend. your only solace.
you were a prisoner in your own house, and yet your room had become your home, your jail cell that you felt a warped sense of comfort in. this was your space. no one was allowed in.
but, outside of it, you were of course victim to whatever whims those around you had wanted.
as a result, you were betrothed.
to a monster, some had muttered in your presence, making your chest tighten. to a man whose name was spoken carefully, even when people were alone - a name that demanded attention, respect and most importantly, acknowledgement.
jeon jungkook.
he was hardly just anyone. no, jungkook was head of the biggest mob in the country, with ties to multiple international groups that also saw him as their leader. power fucking oozed off of him in a way that had most shivering at the thought of fucking over a man like that, which is why your parents jumped at the opportunity of offering you up to him.
you were shocked when you heard he had accepted the offer. that was a few months ago, and a wedding was being planned without you ever have even meeting the man. you knew he was young in age, not yet touching his thirties, and some even had let you know he was handsome, though you werenât sure if those were words uttered in fear or honesty.
it didnât matter what you wanted. didnât matter if you were scared, or unwilling; and certainly didnât matter if you didnât want this whatsoever. he was to be your husband, and more importantly - you were going to be his bride.
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the dining room was already full when he arrived.
your parents had invited him, alongside a myriad of his men, over to your home, a dinner and celebration a few days before the wedding. thatâs what they called it anyway, but you knew what it really was.
it was so he could see you. approve of you.
it made your stomach churn to think he could dismiss you. you truly werenât sure what would be worse - his approval, or his rejection.
men had been arriving for hours now, many early in hopes to scope the room before he arrived, so they could understand the overall atmosphere of the place. tensions were high as you played with the hem of your sweet little dress. pink, with frills on the sleeves, a neckline that dipped just slightly, enough to entice but modest enough to be deemed appropriate given your status.
you could hear cars outside, feeling your chest tighten slightly before getting in position, just as you had been taught.
men rose from their seats instinctively, their chairs scraping backwards loudly whilst their voices halted mid sentences, unified by their attention landing on the figure walking through the door. jeon jungkook didnât need to announce himself - his presence alone did that for him. black suit tailored to his body like it had been cut with intent, as opposed to fabric, shoulders so broad and posture unyielding. he carried power the way the other men in the room carried breath.
you stood beside your parents, your hands folded neatly in front of you, spine straight, chin slightly dipped.
pink. that was the first thing he registered.
a soft, babydoll dress in the palest shade, fabric floating around your thighs, sleeves brushing your arms like petals. your hair fell down your back in gentle waves, glossy, deliberate; too pretty for a house like this. you looked like something misplaced - a sweetness that didnât belong among smoke, liquor and men who spoke in threats disguised as deals.
his gaze locked onto you and didnât move.
you felt it immediately.
the way his eyes were grazing up and down your body, resting on your face whilst his jaw tightened visibly. you couldnât tell if he liked the sight of you, and you could feel the familiar churn of your stomach return. your lashes lowered, a shake beginning to overcome your hands as you all walked into the dining room to be seated properly.
jungkookâs seat was supposed to be at the head, with your father at the other side, a symbolic seating plan. instead, he picked the chair beside you.
not in front.
not the head.
but a measly, centre seat.
the chair scraped as it dragged against the floor, the room suddenly quiet, and your shoulders sat high in anticipation. his thigh brushed yours underneath the table as he took his seat, subtle. deliberate. his knee then pressed into the soft inside of your leg, claiming space you hadnât offered. you stiffened slightly, fingers tightening in your lap and breath suddenly coming out shallow.
he didnât look away, his gaze firmly on the people around him, and you.
his hand rested on his own thigh at first, before shifting. just slightly.
fingers brushed your knee once. twice, before they began sliding upwards, curling around the delicate hem of your dress. the contact was light enough to be deniable, yet slow enough to feel intentional. you trembled, thighs pressing together instinctively whilst your heart continued to pound loud enough for him to hear.
he watched as your lips parted, clinging to every micro expression you gave him.
you didnât move his hand away. you werenât aware you were allowed to.
conversation carried on around you, men chatting, laughing, glasses clinking and food being eaten. jungkook remained quiet, rarely conversing, eating to be polite but refraining from a drink. he was controlled in every single thing he would do, and yet his fingers continued to flex against your skin, as though it was his every right - he had yet to even converse with you.
the world felt reduced to the heat of his touch and the weight of his attention. you could hardly eat, forcing yourself to nibble as much as you could but you were shackled to the growing feeling in your stomach, it was both foreign and terrifying. you stared at your plate without seeing it, caught between something far more dangerous than youâd anticipated.
want.
eventually, the shift happened. the women stood.
it was automatic, rehearsed - chairs sliding backwards and napkins folded, heads bowed lightly as they retreated from the table. the men were beginning to get rowdier, as they breached the topic of illegal crime, weapons sat on the table leisurely as though it was normal.
you followed once your mother rose, legs unsteady as you stepped away, his hand lingering until the very last second before slipping from your skin. both of your eyes connected, for a second and nothing more, but it was enough to have your throat visibly constrict.
you all but bolted up to your room once you were out of sight, your heart pounding and eyes closing shut tightly.
upstairs felt unreal.
your room welcomed you like a held breath, familiar and soft, pinks and creams wrapping around you as you shut your door quietly and leaned against it. your chest rose and fell too fast, fingers trembling as you crossed the length of your room and climbed onto your bed.
you curled in on yourself, knees drawn up, dress riding high on your thighs without you even realising. the fabric bunched at your waist, exposing the simple but sweet cotton underneath - innocent, unguarded.
downstairs, jungkook endured.
he couldnât stand the men around him, your father making him feel sick to his very stomach. a pathetic man, one he had only humoured when he had actually looked into his marriage proposal. he wanted to reject, scoffing at the idea of marrying into a family like this, only to look into you and finding the sweetest thing he had ever laid his eyes upon.
big eyes and soft hair, your lips were the first thing he noticed. always so bitten, plump - he wanted to ruin them with his own immediately. he dreamt of you for weeks before proceeding with your fatherâs proposition, and hallucinated you for the months leading up to today. he wanted to introduce himself sooner, he needed to - but he lived across the country, and he was an insanely busy man.
being here. touching you. smelling you. god, it was ruining him.
and so, he pushed his chair back, catching the attention of everyone immediately.
âexcuse me.â his tone firm. polite. âiâd like to speak to my bride. alone.â
the response was immediate - hurried explanations, men too eager to please him in hopes he would remember their loyalty. âupstairs, first room!â
jungkook didnât hesitate. he turned around, and ascended the staircase with ease, a controlled speed that made each step creak. he reached your door, pale and large, and pushed it open without bothering to knock, dark eyes noticing the warm lighting that illuminated your space.
the click of it behind him startled you, as it caused a sense of finality, causing you to look up with a soft gasp that had his shoulders rolling.
he filled the room.
his gaze dropped down to you - curled on your bed, cheeks pink, lashes fluttering, dress hiked up just enough to reveal the sweet bow on your panties. there was something dark across his face, his jaw tightened whilst his eyes traced you slowly. possessively.
he stepped closer to you.
you shrank back instinctively, fingers curling into the sheets, heart racing as he looked over you. too close, too solid, too real. he smelled like smoke and leather, something sharp to his expression that secretly did everything other than scaring you. it was intoxicating.
his hand reached out. not gentle.
firm as it closed around your thigh, thumb pressing into soft skin as he pulled you toward him without effort. your breath stuttered, body yielding automatically as he sat and drew you onto his lap, positioning you like you belonged there.
he looked towards the other side of your bed, hand reaching out to grab one of the cute plushies that were lined delicately in a row. his too large hand took your sweet, pink bunny and placed it in your arms, your back pressed against his chest as his arms engulfed you entirely.
your legs were spread, indecently, your dress hiked up to your upper thigh giving him full view of the small wet patch sat in the centre of your panties. the cute bow on top felt like a gift to him, one he knew heâd roll over thinking about for years to come. his own legs and thighs accommodated your weight as though you were no more than a feather, as though this was natural, primal even.
you couldnât breathe. your brain was whirling at a thousand miles per hour as you felt his fingers trace directly over the gentle cotton, soaked exactly where you wanted to be touched, but knew you shouldnât. he wasnât your husband yet. this wasnât allowed. this went against every teaching, every harsh threat your parents had taught you in the name of purity. he wasnât supposed to touch you until you had a ring on your finger and yet here he was, fingers beginning to rub gently against your clit without so much as introducing himself to you.
slow. idle. possessive. he rubbed like a man who had all of the time in the world, as though the conversation downstairs hadnât quietened down in hopes of hearing whatever you were both talking about upstairs. jungkook wasnât much for words. he had a mere purpose.
your hips lifted without even realising, and you froze for a moment once you noticed what you were doing. you couldnât stop yourself from doing it again, smaller this time, tentative. as though you were testing the waters to see if you were allowed.
his chest rose behind you. a quiet, pleased sound left him, one that had your eyelashes fluttering for a moment, unaware how deeply he was staring at you.
you buried your face into your sweet bunny, fingers curling into its ears as the pressure on your clit grew deeper and deeper, the pads of his fingers rough, friction from both his touch and the cotton of your panties only adding to the feeling growing in your stomach. no one had ever touched you like this, never even looked at you.
his other hand slid slower, fingers continuing to tease your upper thighs until he found himself pushing the soaked material to a side, grunting lightly at the sight of you. his wifeâs pussy. made to be ruined by him.
your chest was heaving now, quiet puffs of air leaving your body as you clung to one of his arms, cheeks redder than theyâd ever felt. he leaned down; nuzzling his nose into your cheek as he rubbed your entrance, teasing the tip of his fingers as though this was more pleasurable for him than for you.
âthatâs it.â your eyes shut at the sound of his voice, finally. so deep. his finger pushed inside of you just as the thrill of his tone hit your spine, causing you to whimper quietly, already feeling fuller than anything youâd ever attempted. âfeel that?â
you peered up, finally meeting his gaze, a glazed over shift in your eyes as your lips parted. puffs of air were leaving you, whilst you nuzzled into your teddy, his finger thrusting in and out and thumb circling your clit. he nudged your nose against his, sickeningly sweet, as though he wasnât fucking you with the same hands that had killed others.
it was then, he added another finger, causing you to let out a louder whine, to which he grunted, feeling his own cock poke at you from underneath, hardening from the way you clenched so tightly around his digits. he watched your eyes close, head lolling against his shoulder whilst you buried your face into your bunny, a sight cuter than words. his innocent slut.
his fingers were mean, and the way he nudged your nose was even meaner, causing you to reopen your eyes, forcing you to stare at him.
âdo you touch yourself?â he whispered down at you, voice so heavy you could feel it in your stomach.
the words sank into you like a bruise, his fingers halting; though they remained deep inside of you. you whined a little, hips lifting, the feeling of fullness aching you from the inside in. you tried to look away, but he followed your gaze, almost meanly. you were forced to look at him as he stared at you, waiting for your answer.
you couldnât run away. couldnât hide. and so you nodded, so faintly, only once, blinking in slight fear at his reaction. you werenât supposed to, you knew that, had it drilled in your head that you were supposed to stay pure, even from your own thoughts and yet the only thing that was bearable in your life was the fingers that would find their way over your clit every night. you werenât even allowed to have him touch you right now, and yet here you were, moaning up at a man you had feared up until now.
âyes?â he repeated, an almost hiss that had you cowering slightly, thighs beginning to close.
your face burned. your lashes fluttering away whilst you nodded, nibbling at your bottom lip. âi-i know..iâm not supposed to..iâm sorr-â
you were cut off immediately by a drop of his face, his nose tilting yours before he pressed his lips against yours.
his lips were moving against yours hungrily, and you struggled to keep up. this was your first kiss, and he could feel it, could taste it in the way you were gasping, your tongue lapping against his in a bid to reciprocate his skill. he could feel his brain twisting painfully at the thought of you, surrounded by the sweetness of your room, hand over your mouth, toying with yourself and bringing yourself to heights with closed eyes. fuck. it killed him.
you pulled away, struggling to breathe, eyebrows furrowed whilst looking at him, completely taken aback by his response. he was panting too, and he looked like he was in pain, only for him to drop down and kiss you once more, whilst resuming his merciless attack on you.
his two fingers were touching that spot inside of you, something youâd never been able to reach with your much smaller fingers and it was driving you insane, moaning into his mouth, hands still clutching your bunny as though your life depended on it.
âfuck.â he whispered once he pulled away, forehead pressing against yours. âwant you to keep touching this pussy for me, hm? every day, every night. want you to remember how deep my fingers feel inside of you, how iâm stretching you out, how good it feels. and when i have you, and youâre all dressed in white, iâll make you feel even better on my cock, you hear me?â
your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, his pace too rough for your poor virgin pussy, but a warped part of you yearned for more as your toes curled, panting, crumbling, whimpering. with a final whine, your body arched into his as your orgasm ripped through you at the mere thought of being split open on his cock, feeling something impossibly bigger deep inside your stomach, knowing in only a few days that very concept would become a reality.
jungkook fucked you through it, fingers not letting up until you began to shake, and only then did he slowly pull out, once you were whimpering into your bunny.
the sudden loss had you letting out a small noise of despair, one that had him hissing slowly as he watched your much smaller hands cup his own. he tilted his head towards you, his free hand grabbing your chin, so you could watch as he inserted his fingers into his own mouth.
jungkook let out a small moan himself, eyes shutting tightly at the taste of what was soon to be his, and for once, the man held himself back from what he wanted most. you.
you were panting as he straightened his back, your big eyes peering up at him, too shy given the fact he had just kissed you, and made you cum on his fingers before ever even conversing with you properly. your legs were like jello as he stood up, picking you up with him, suddenly up in the air which had your arms tightening around his neck, your bunny falling to the ground.
he pressed another sweet kiss to your lips, to which you responded, trying to keep up once more, despite the fact this one was much slower, much quieter, without the charged energy despite the fat, hard bulge visible in his trousers. he laid you on your bed properly, your hair sprawled around you and your now crinkled dress still pushed up.
âiâll see you soon, baby. just a few more days, then youâll be my bride.â
with a single kiss to your head, you watched your soon to be husband walk out of your room, your bunny in hand, and your panties in the other.
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the morning of your wedding does not begin with congratulations.
it began with silence.
the servants moved carefully around you as you slept in a home that did not belong to you. you had travelled to jungkookâs city, the journey taking hours and now you were in a hotel room where the bed, although lavish, felt empty. cold. you werenât surrounded by the familiarity of your typical warmth, and it did nothing to lessen your nerves.
no one around you met your eye. no one wished you well. they dressed you due to duty, not because they wanted to.
your mother was the last to enter.
her eyes swept over you critically, lips tugged into her typical usual frown as she sharply assessed you, as though you werenât her daughter, but a mere investment finally ready to be unveiled. her fingers reached out without warning, pinching the material at your waist harshly.
âthis is too loose.â she said coolly. âtighten it.â
the seamstress looked up from her crouched position, hesitating with furrowed brows. any tighter and it would hurt you.
your mother noticed her uncertainty, gaze snapping to her. âdid i ask you to think?â
the woman murmured a rushed apology before obeying, pulling until the corset began to bite at your ribs. your breath caught, shallow and painful, but you refused to complain. you were taught long ago that discomfort was hardly something worth acknowledging.
she stepped back once you were fully adorned in white, unable to properly breathe, arms folded.
âyou look acceptable.â she says at last. no mentions of your beauty or radiance, merely acceptable. âremember your place today.â
you nodded. you always nodded.
your father arrived then, already dressed, already impatient with how long it was taking to doll you up to perfection. he didnât bother greeting you, his attention fixated on his expensive cufflinks as he adjusted them in the mirror.
âdo not embarrass us.â he said flatly. âno crying. do not hesitate. donât forget that this union is the only reason you were kept.â
the words landed with practised precision, hitting you right where it hurt most.
you lowered your gaze with another nod, fingers curling into the material of your dress.
he finally looked at you then. not in pride, or awe, but with warning.
âyouâre fortunate.â he continued. âmen like him do not take damaged things lightly. if you fail, there will be no coming back.â
as if you ever could.
your mother stepped forward to adjust your veil over your face, sheer lace barely hiding your features as it draped over your body sweetly. you looked like a vision, more beautiful than anyone could ever anticipate and how intrigued they were to see jungkookâs bride, the sole woman that had him ready to marry.
âsmile,â she murmured under her breath. âyouâre about to become very expensive property.â
property.
the word echoed around in your head, even as you stood in front of the double doors you were about to walk through, your father gripping your arm much too harshly to be deemed normal, whilst your bouquet sat comfortably in your free hand.
you could hear him before you could see him. not his voice, but the mere reaction to him.
the murmur inside the venue dulled, like sound being swallowed whole. chairs shifted, men straightening instinctively, shoulders squaring, heads turning towards the alter not in curiosity, but recognition. fear. respect.
your fathers grip tightened on your arm. too tight.
a warning disguised as support.
the doors ahead of you loomed, tall and carved, polished to a shine that reflected a distorted version of yourself - white and trembling, veiled and small. your heart beat so loudly you were sure it could be heard over the music in the room, each thud crawling up your throat and settling behind your eyes in a gentle sting.
the doors opened.
light flooded in, blinding you for a moment, but all you could see, all you could focus and notice was him.
jeon jungkook stood at the altar like owned the very ground beneath it.
black suit, cut sharp and severe, tailored to perfection. fabric clung to his body in a way that looked like it had been built for violence. his shoulders sat so broad, so wide, so tall - he was everything, with his hands loosely folded in front of him. he commended the very audience, and they watched as you began ascending in obvious awe.
the moment he saw you, something changed. something that sat far enough from subtlety that it caught your attention immediately.
his gaze locked onto yours with frightening immediacy, dark and unblinking, stripping the room of everyone else. you remembered the last time you saw him as a pang of pure want hit you deep in your stomach, rendering you breathless for a moment as you walked towards him in practised perfection, all whilst he did the same, his jaw tightening visibly.
his eyes were dragging up and down slowly. he was the epitome of hunger.
your steps almost faltered for a moment, only to have your father dig his fingers deep into your arm, an action that was caught by your betrothed almost immediately.
each step felt unreal, like moving through water. your dress flowed around you, white silk and lace trailing behind whilst the fabric whispered against the floor like it was telling secrets. the veil softened the world but it did nothing, nothing at all, to dull him.
it made him sharper.
he watched you like a predator watched something special precious. your bouquet trembled faintly in your grasp.
your parents had done their job well - your chin was lifted enough, shoulders relaxed but not loose, expression calm, serene, perfect.
a bride carved by cruelty - seen by her groom.
you reached the alter, your father releasing you almost too abruptly and it caught the eyes of those around you as your cheeks flamed in shame. jungkook stepped forward almost immediately, gaze severe as he pointed it towards your family whilst taking a hold of your hand, too soft to be anything deemed to be from him.
his thumb was over your pulse as you guided you to the middle of the alter, positioning you beside him, too large back covering you slightly from the piercing eyes of the people around you. it was his first act of protection, and immediately, you melted in his touch, seeing it. recognising it for what it was.
you were no longer a product on display. jungkook was openly claiming you.
it was the only thing churning in your brain as the officiant spoke, going through ancient vows that were imperative to your mob culture, carved through loyalty and expectation. your eyes were flickering to his broad chest, his jaw, his face, your interlocked hands. you were nervous, it was clear, but you werenât afraid - something you could have never expected.
you spoke after he did, doing everything exactly as you were supposed to, and you knew the important people in the room were pleased with the sight of you. you truly were worthy of the man beside you.
and soon enough, you were turned to fully face him as your hands interlocked properly. for a moment, you let out a soft breath. he reached for your veil, lifting it, his eyes searching your face fully for the first time that day.
you looked up at him. wide eyed, flushed, obedient. his own breath caught, a rarity for him.
his hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up as if it were the most natural thing in the world, before pressing his lips to your own. the kiss was hardly gentle, and not soft at all - it was an open claim for everyone there to see clearly. the control, the deliberate harshness was a message that delivered clearly.
you were his. under his protection. his wife.
the room erupted.
applause and cheers - approval was chanted loudly as it echoed around the hall, everyone stood on their feet to display their loyalty to jungkook, and show respect to you as you were now an extension of him. you were no longer y/n y/ln. you were now a jeon.
you barely registered it, too busy revelling in the way his hand pulled up your own to his lips once he had pulled away, turning to face the crowd alongside you. he dipped his head, whispering something in your ear only for you to hear it.
âmy wife now.â
later, your reception boomed with noise, ranging from glasses clinking to loud cheers. a true mafia wedding; with some of the richest, powerful men in the entire world celebrating the wedding of the century. you sat beside jungkook, having taken your seat only a few seconds before whilst he leaned back, his gun openly on the table, eyes dark, lips parted as he looked around.
your hands were shuffled in your lap, as you watched with a glass filled with champagne that you left untouched. you were told it wasnât womanly to drink on your wedding, despite knowing it would ease the heaviness in your stomach, and so you stayed away. it was what you did best.
jungkookâs hand sat heavy on your thigh, claiming, whilst he openly watched everyone celebrate you both, though he remained quiet. not laughing, stoic even, and your heart banged. did he have regrets? he was the most powerfully man in the room and yet even he was bound by honour; you knew he couldnât divorce you so soon, but you really didnât have anywhere to go if he decided he didnât want you. maybe your dress wasnât to his liking, or the incident in your room a few days ago had painted a different picture in his head of you?
âdeep in thought on your wedding day.â he murmured quietly, suddenly leaning into your space, causing your doe eyes to widen further as you peered up at him. âs-sorry.â
he simply observed you, holding your gaze. âwhat are you thinking about?â
you nibbled on your lip immediately. you couldnât lie to him, but there was no way you could tell him all of your insecurities, on your wedding day no doubt. it would send a man like him running. âmy dress is tight.â you quietly lied, though it tasted poor on your tongue.
he leaned back slightly, jaw tightening as his eyes wandered over you. âdidnât take you for someone who lied, y/n.â
your gaze snapped back to him as you opened your mouth, and shut it immediately, feeling uncomfortable suddenly. he was displeased with you..you had already messed it up, and you were only an hour into your marriage.
little to your knowledge, jungkook could read you like an open book. you were pristine, polished to perfection, but he could see cracks. could see the way your fingers clutched your dress, mere millimetres away from his own hand, itching to be comforted, desperate for the gnawing anxiety to go away. he had an odd sort of attachment for you, something he had never seen coming and yet one sight of you in your bed had changed him for life.
heâd never ever let you fucking feel small again.
he noticed the gulp in your throat, and slowly lifted his hand from your thigh until they took a hold of one of your hands, squeezing it softly. âiâm playing with you, y/n.â he quietly murmured. âno one is watching us. you can relax.â
you met his eyes, and for a moment, you let him see. let him see the turmoil of emotion behind your eyes, the way you nibbled on your lip and the way your fingers shyly curled around his own as though it was both foreign and uncertain. were you allowed to? he was your husband after all.
âis this okay?â you whispered up at him so sweetly, voice so quiet he had to strain to hear you.
big, mafia boss jungkook sat there staring at you, heart beating so wildly in his chest it took everything in him not to pounce on you then and there.
âmore than okay.â he assured for a moment, causing you to give him a shy smile, still unsure, but almost hopeful. your fingers curled even further into his, interlocking and cupping his hand whilst your flushed cheeks only turned more red.
your smile had undone him, but he felt unsettled at the prospect of you having to ask, especially considering his fingers had been inside you so deeply a mere 72 hours ago. a fucked up part of him liked it, liked the fear and curiosity mixture you exuded, it made him harder than anything he could conjure up. you were the sweet lamb locked up in a cage with the big bad wolf.
around you, men were laughing too loudly, glasses clinking as some voices carried throughout the reception. you couldnât help but flinch, making eye contact with a few but hastily looking away, feeling uncomfortable as you immediately squeezed jungkookâs hands out of your mere subconscious.
he reacted immediately, eyes landing on the same man that dared to look at his wife, watching the way they recoiled, looking away immediately. he grabbed your chair suddenly, and dragged, making you yelp quietly as you grabbed onto him whilst you were manhandled closer to him. one arm slid over the back of your seat, and the other sat back in your hands, firmer this time.
âlet them look.â his voice was rough. as though the thought boiled his blood. âtheyâll do it anyway. but they wonât get a fucking taste of you.â
your eyes hooded at the implication of what he was saying, remembering the orgasm he had given you. how could you forget? you had spent the last 3 days trying to replicate it to no avail, spending hours with your own fingers inside you only to be left a sloppy mess.
your heart pounded. â..and you do?â
something flickered in his eyes with a slight twist at the end of his mouth. he met your gaze.
âiâve been watching you for a long time now, y/n.â his voice was too calm for the admission he had given you. âhad my eye on you, iâm a patient man when i need to be. need you to understand this very clearly when i tell you i chose you because youâre mine. you were supposed to be mine, and you are fucking mine.â his tone grew rougher with each word, his thumb drawing deceptive circles into your hand. âunderstand?â
your chest was heaving, eyes beaming up at him as your brain began to melt. to know someone wanted you this much, to the point of watching you, observing, stalking. it was so fucked up, even you could admit that, but it didnât lessen how badly you could feel the warmth in your body grow at the mere admission. you nodded along to his words, panting lightly as your body turned to him.
âyou want me?â your eyebrows were furrowed, words foreign in your mouth, as though it was something you had never dared to ask anyone in your life for you already knew the answer. in this case, you couldnât believe it.
he grabbed your hand firmer, grunting lightly. âyou belong to me.â he reiterated, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips, pressing sinful kisses to your knuckles.
hours passed as you sat there, and you both conversed lightly, though it was minimal as men came up to him, often talking business whilst you ate silently, watching people, avoiding the gaze of your parents who were quietly seething at the way you were taking sips of your drink and nibbling on food, everything they told you not to do. but you werenât theirs anymore, were you?
jungkook stayed seated the way he always did - spine straight, shoulders squared, presence immovable. his hand remained wrapped around yours, steady, grounding, as though heâd decided this was where it belonged and saw no reason to move it.
you were deep in thought, and the intrigue in his chest was beginning to muddle his brain. he was a man that prided himself on how composed he was and yet you were ruining him completely, in front of multiple men that would take the chance to take him down if they could. they couldnât, of course.
âwhatâs on your mind?â
your head tilted, blinking. âhm?â
his eyes flickered to yours, your faces much too close. his gaze was dark and unreadable. âitâs just us.â
just us, your brain chanted.
you hesitated, visibly. his gaze was direct, almost intrusive, and it had you opening your mouth before you could even think.
âyouâre a..bad man.â you whispered.
the words landed between you.
you had been watching him converse and interact for the past few hours and it was settling deep inside your stomach, scaring you, intriguing you, making you curious. it was everything youâd been forced to look away from, hearing it from the confinements of your room as your father bellowed downstairs. women werenât allowed to be privy to it in your life, and yet jungkook was here, newly married, sharing it with his bride.
jungkook didnât react the way you expected - didnât stiffen, bristle. he merely leaned back into his seat, still touching you.
he exhaled as he tilted his head at you. âyes. i am.â
your lashes fluttered. you hadnât expected him to agree so easily.
he turned further into you, your knees touching. âdoes that scare you?â
you shook your head before you could overthink it. a tiny, almost imperceptible movement but he caught it. always did.
âno..â you admitted softly
his gaze sharpened. not unkind, curious. amused even. âwhy not?â
your fingers tightened in his, betraying your feelings. âi donât know..â you whispered, looking down at your hands âi just..feel like-â your words were trailing, embarrassed suddenly by your own boldness.
âsay it.â he commanded.
you took a breath, still look in downwards. âfeel like..you wouldnât..be bad to me.â
something dark and satisfied flickered behind his eyes, his chest inflating slightly. he leaned in, voice dropping even lower. âdo you like that iâm fucked up?â
your breath caught, heat fluttering up to your cheeks so fast it made you dizzy. you didnât answer - couldnât bring yourself to. the way your fingers tightened into his grip said enough.
jungkook watched you for a long time before speaking.
âiâm not a good man. i kill, iâve got blood on my hands and iâm not going to stop. this is how this works, and you wonât get a say in that.â he watched the way you nodded, though he couldnât help but notice the way your fingers were tracing his palm, as though his words had a completely different effect than he anticipated. âbut iâll come to you every night. thatâs my promise to you, alright? i come home clean.â
âpromise?â you surprised yourself with your boldness, despite your shyness.
he nodded in response, grunting lightly at the way you seemed so flushed.
âpromise.â
â
your wedding had come to a close, and you were finally sat in the backseat of your private valeted car, alongside your now husband, hands touching. your heart was beating out of your chest, a new norm it seemed, as jungkookâs eyes ran up and down you like a man in heat.
a twisted part of your brain couldnât wait. you felt excited, anticipated what he would do to you, how heâd do it, as though you werenât about to be locked into a room with a big, bad, wolf - an apex predator known for little mercy. you were his wife, though, and one thing he had made clear in the little time you had spent in his presence was how much he enjoyed the concept.
and so, his hand sat on your thigh, cupping it through your heavy dress, veil still attached to your head as you shyly played with his fingers, the perfect vision of a coy bride. he had been hard all night, and frankly, for the past few days. seeing you today, a physical and external claim to the world that you belonged to him and him alone, god. it ruined him.
the car pulled up to a large home, larger than anything youâd ever seen and you too had come from wealth. you knew jungkook was in a different ballpark entirely, but the small gasp that left you as you looked out of the window pleased him greatly. he felt smug knowing he could lavish you.
âthis is where you live?â you asked him in a quiet, awed tone, facing him with large eyes.
he watched you instead of the view he had grown too accustomed to, taking in the way you were in shock at your surroundings. he liked the contained excitement emitting from you, he couldnât wait to see it further.
âfor now.â he merely replied.
your brows knitted. âfor now?â you repeated.
his thumb pressed into your thigh momentarily, slow and deliberate. âyouâll decide whether it feels like home.â
your heart kicked harder at his choice of words, a shy smile slowly forming on your face as you both shared eye contact for a second or two. for the first time in the short period youâd met him, the side of his mouth lifted slightly, matching you in your amusement.
soon, he was leading you inside, hand folded into your own as he lead you through room to room, pleasure gripping his chest at the sight of you so giddy, in awe of each and every thing that belonged to him.
jungkook was hardly someone who had experienced much outside of his work, and though he had an extravagant house, he had no time to spend in it. heâd come home to empty rooms, and eat dinner quietly after his housemaids had left, with only his security outside heard. it was lonely. silent. a curse well fitted to a man of his immoral standing.
but seeing you, still in your wedding dress, squealing over the size of the bath, or gasping loudly at the range of kitchen appliances he had truly never used a day in his life - it brought him a sense of intrigue, comfort. like you were the one thing that had been missing all along.
âiâve never been to a place like this before.â you admitted, still shy at the prospect of being so honest to him despite knowing you werenât supposed to be so open to him. your mother would be screaming if she knew.
âi know.â his gaze softened a little, feeling the way you were struggling to word it to him. âand..we really get to live here?â you asked once more, eyes too doe-like to be anything but innocent, causing him to internally hiss.
he was leading you upstairs as you spoke, dark eyes capturing you over his shoulder. âeverything here belongs to you. this is yours now.â
you wish you werenât so giddy, but the prospect of it all was just so exciting. despite your naivety, and the real fear that you truly didnât know your husband whatsoever - he could be a cruel husband to you and youâd have to endure it in the name of your community but..deep down, you knew that wouldnât be the case. he held you differently, touched you, looked at you.
âthis is our room.â he turned to you as he opened the double set of doors to reveal your new living space.
you followed a step behind him, the sound of your high heels almost too loud on the delicate floor, and you could feel his eyes watching over ever inch of you. it exhilarated you. made you feel things you knew you werenât supposed to.
your new bedroom was anything but warm. black sheets, dark walls - everything was cleaned to perfection. the bedding had been steamed, prepared delicately for the both of you, whilst the room itself had been stripped of anything to give it any sense of personality. it was a wild juxtaposition to your room, where you had creams, pinks, trinkets and books.
the only thing that had you letting out a soft gasp, was the sight of your sweet bunny, sat perfectly against one of the pillows.
you immediately began walking over to it, almost excited to see a taste of the only home youâd ever known well within reach, just as he closed the doors behind him. a sense of finality. for the first time, it was just you and jungkook and that was a scary thought - being in a room with a bad man who had no qualms for human life was a terrifying thought, but to be wanted so primarily by him? that was electrifying.
he loosened his tie as he watched you sit cutely on the side of the bed, holding the plush you. he tugged it free and pulled it off, before moving to his cuff links. every movement was deliberate, intentional, and by the time you were looking up at him, he too looked down at you with a hooded expression.
âcome here.â he commanded.
you did exactly that, without even thinking, only to be turned around. your back was gently brushing against his chest as he breathed in your scent, watching the way your chest rose and fell, as though he was about to break you in half. it was his very intention.
rough hands grabbed your veil, lifting it out of your hair, before grabbing the ribbon of your corset in the back. he was a patient man for most things, but for you? he grabbed the pocket knife he kept in the console table beside him, cutting through each strand with a harshness that had you bristling, your dress becoming loose almost immediately.
he watched as it began to slide off of your body, leaving you in no more than the pretty white set you adorned solely for him. you were nibbling on your lip, still extremely nervous though the wet patch growing in between your legs, soiling your panties, was a big enough indicator of what you really wanted.
he turned you around once more, openly checking you out. from the way your tits had been pushed up by your bra, or the tiny panties he knew heâd keep for himself the second you took them off. he already had plans of taking them with him to work so he could fuck his fist to the memory of tonight, and it was doing nothing to calm the raging boner that was poking against his slacks.
âi donât plan on being gentle with you.â he said.
your eyes flick to his, watching the way he took your own hands and lifted them so they were touching his chest, giving you agency to touch him, wanting you to feel comfortable in doing so.
his own hands slid over to your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer, so you were looking up at him with a bent head whilst he bent down to look at you, both equally as intrigued. a dangerous mix.
âi canât give you softness. if thatâs what you want, you need to tell me now.â his voice was quiet.
your throat tightened, fingers digging into his chest just to feel his skin. âthatâs okay.â
he stilled.
silence. then - a breath, as though he was recalibrating, figuring you out.
âyeah?â his murmurs were soft. âyou sure about that?â
you nodded, shy, small. certain. âI donât think iâd like you gentle.â
to that, jungkookâs lips lifted slightly, in a tense snarl as suddenly, he pushed you back until you were dropping onto your bed, a small noise of surprise leaving you. your body bounced, whilst he climbed on top of you, pinning your hands above his head and grunting.
before you could even respond, his lips met yours, drowning out any noises or surprise whilst he pressed his body against yours so you could feel the hardness of his body. your fingers curled against his one hand, his strength barely on display and yet it had you whimpering at the feel of him so easily dominating you without even trying. the sight had your thighs visibly pressing together.
the kiss was harsh. mean, even, and it resembled that of the one in your bedroom only a few nights ago. he had made you cum without even introducing himself to you, letting your first impression of him being cruel fingers inside of you, curling and making sure your poor pussy would remember every inch as though it was the mere beginning for what was to come. now feeling his hard boner against his slacks, you knew that sentiment to be true.
his tongue was exploring your mouth, and despite being inexperienced, you were trying your hardest to keep up. you felt good, so much better than what you anticipated and he had barely started. everyone around you had been telling you how cruel the wedding night was - always the man fucking his new bride with no care to her pleasure, and yet here jungkook was, equally as cruel and yet basking in the pretty moans you were letting out.
once he pulled away, a string of saliva separated the two of you, the sight making you shudder as you looked up at him. he was on top of you, removing his suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt whilst you watched, shivering from anticipation.
scars littered all over his chest, arms and shoulders. some deep, others faint, as though time had healed them into obscurity whilst thick tattoos also covered the majority of his right arm. youâd seen glimpses of them on his hand but you had no idea how high they went, spanning across half of his chest and shoulder. he watched you gulp, fingers faintly going over a particular scar on his stomach with furrowed eyebrows.
despite being deeply immoral, mobs had a clear code of conduct. that meant the women and children of these crime families werenât used as pawns, nor were they made privy to the heinous things their husbands, brothers and sons would do in the name of work. you had been oblivious to the true nature of it all of your life, despite getting abused openly by your parents. the sight of jungkook in front of you scared you more than anything else youâd been subject to - the scars you were openly looking at were no doubt a result of punishments, or being caught.
you knew he was powerful, the only name that mattered, and yet seeing it had your eyes widening.
he was now all yours.
one hand shot down to grab your bra, removing it off of you in expert skill as though he had practised this very motion in his mind over and over, leaving you half exposed.
soon, your positions had changed, with him sat, back to the frame of the bed with you laid in his arms, panties slid to the side, and his fingers pumping deep inside of you. this was a mirror to what you had experienced when he had forced himself into your presence in the safety of your room, forever tainting the last bit of innocence you had left.
âdid you do what i asked you to do?â he hissed down at you, as he fucked you with his two fingers, watching the way your pussy sucked them in hungrily, despite them feeling too much for you in that moment.
his other hand was around your neck, tightening just slightly, whilst two of his fingers pushed into your mouth, forcing you to suck, rendering you utterly helpless.
you nodded, through a small whine and sniffle, thighs shaking as he grunted in approval. âyeah..â you sucked harder, the feel of him heavy on your tongue whilst taking your breath away almost too much for you to handle.
the thought of you in your bed, fingering yourself with your too small hands, moaning quietly in hopes of not being caught simply because your soon to be husband had asked you to was fuel for him to pump harder. knowing you were constantly wet and thinking of him, pushing your fingers in even when it felt like too much - fuck. you would be the death of him.
âsuch a good girl, arenât you? did it feel good?â he was grunting against you, now only in his boxers that were straining harshly against his cock, but he paid it no mind. he wanted to ruin you first.
you nodded, shy, ashamed. it went against everything youâd ever been taught.
âb-but..didnât..couldnât cum..â you managed to choke out, big teary eyes staring up at him, whilst he abused your poor virgin pussy, desperate to be stretched even further. âfuck, needed me didnât you?â your admission had his eyes closing, a rare sight of jungkook being made undone. âyou liked being fingered by me, y/n?â
you nodded, lip beginning to quiver at his choice of words. so dirty. so fucked.
âfilthy fucking girl.â he hissed once more, though he was pleased beyond words. âyou were made to be ruined, werenât you? cumming like that on my fingers. iâm a stranger to you, never even met me and youâre here leaking on me, begging me to break you.â
your chest heaved, as you felt your orgasm impending. you could feel it growing, and it felt like an ache you had tried to get rid of for days, finally ready to disappear. you sucked on his fingers whilst his others tightened around your neck further, practically cutting off your breathing bar a few puffs, watching the way your back arched deeper into him. you looked so sweet, so gentle. he fucking loved it.
it was when he dipped his head down, nose brushing against yours as though you werenât a slobbery mess, both inbetween your legs and around his fingers, eyes dark. âyou wanna be my good girl? want me to be pleased with you, baby?â
you nodded quickly, yearning for his approval, desperate for it. youâd do anything to have it, and he knew it - had his cock ready to burst.
his fingers quickened, before he released his fingers from your mouth, instead properly tightening around your neck. âthen cum for me.â
and so you did.
your vision went white as you struggled to breathe, your orgasm exploding inside of your body, back arching off of the bed. his fingers didnât slow down, keeping up the brutal pace whilst your body shook, unable to take a breath, forcing your lungs to work overtime to compute the rippling orgasm taking away your air.
he pulled away from your neck, watching you collapse back into his chest with broken breaths, desperate whines filling the room once his fingers left your pussy, only for him to suck on them immediately, groaning quietly over how good you tasted.
your eyes were closed, as he manhandled you, pushing you further up the bed. he stood, taking off his boxers, and the slap of his hard cock hitting your stomach was what echoed alongside your pants, causing you to look up immediately.
the first thing you did was whine at the mere sight. thick, long and fat. his tip looked angry, a deep shade of pink, with dribbling precum smearing all over his shaft as jungkook pumped it over you, causing your eyes to flutter. you struggled taking your own fingers, but knowing you were about to be practically impaled by him had you almost scrambling away.
âcome here.â his voice was rough as you shakily turned to him, legs already jelly as you sat on them.
he dropped his cock onto your face, slapping your cheeks, your lips, nose. the juxtaposition of your sweet, innocent face whilst he smeared his precum all over your lips was delicious, and he wanted to forever remember you like this - his pretty whore. his wife.
the weight of his cock had your brain fizzling out, unable to compute anything in that moment other than the feel of him.
âwant you like this every day.â he whispered suddenly, pulling your hair closer to his cock, making you open your mouth in surprise. he took that as his chance to insert the tip, letting it sit heavy in your mouth. âon your knees, mouth open. letting me use you. youâll be good for me, wonât you?â
âmhm.â you hummed immediately, the thought causing another wave of wetness to appear between your legs. âwanâthat.â
he hummed back, pleased with your answer. he wanted to fuck your throat, make you memorise the exact length of him down until you couldnât breathe, until you were tapping his legs in desperation, crying all sloppy and wet. heâd save it for another time, almost hopeful that youâd misbehave soon so heâd get a chance to ruin you further. for now? he had every intention of fucking you.
âass in the air.â he grunted down at you, before pressing a kiss to your lips, grounding you. âlet me see your pussy.â
and so you did exactly what your husband asked of you. you sniffled a little, almost in anticipation as you leaned down, arching your back so your face was gently pressed against his pillow, revealing your already puffy core. it was begging for him, desperate to be touched, ruined, broken - whatever he had planned for you, anything heâd give you.
jungkook let out an uncharacteristic groan at the sight, huffing a little at the sight of you so ruined, before he positioned himself nicely. he rubbed his tip over your slick folds, watching the way you shuddered at the size of him, nervously nibbling on your lip.
he leaned over you then, causing you to still in confusion, only for him to shove something in your hands.
your pink bunny.
âhold it.â he wasnât asking you, but rather making you.
he wanted you holding on to your last bit of innocence as he fucked it out of you. a cruel, cruel man indeed.
you grabbed it, just like he asked, nuzzling your face into it for comfort as he lined himself up to your hole, and began pushing in.
your eyes closed, loud gasps leaving you at the feel of being stretched. one inch, two inch, three, four. it felt like it was going on forever until he had his entire cock inside of you, causing you to shake, whimper, and scratch at the sheets. he was too big, way too big for you to handle and yet here you were, stretched impossibly around a cock that had bullied its way in regardless.
he grunted loudly as he dropped down, his chest now against your back, cupping your body. your face was pressed against your sweet bunny, tears beginning to leak from your eyes whilst he remained still, forcing you to adjust whilst also catching your gaze from above.
âfeel that?â he whispered, shaking himself. âgonna make sure you feel like this everyday. such a tight, perfect pussy.â
it felt like a threat, one that had your legs shaking, making them completely give out as you dropped down onto the bed, causing him to thrust inside you.
you let out a loud whimper, his eyes rolling back at the sound before thrusting again. and again. and again. you were being fucked so meanly, whilst he whispered utter filth into your ear, kissing your cheeks, your head, your back - he bit against your shoulder whilst his deep thrusts hit the most intimate parts of you.
the pain remained, but the pleasure was growing immensely with each and every thrust. it was cruel how good it felt, how fucked up your brain was beginning to feel at the thought of such an evil man being the one to take your virginity, and before you could even comprehend what your body was doing, you were matching his thrusts. you knew he was holding back, you just didnât want him to.
âfaster.â you begged him with watery eyes and a soft sniffle, cheek curling into your bunny so sweetly he wanted to marry you all over again.
he let out a moan at your words, giving you exactly what you wanted.
his thrusts felt like a punishment in itself, one that had you moaning out his name, over and over and over. the sound of skin hitting skin was loud, his arms caging you in tight, making you take each thrust much to your secret delight.
âsâgood.â you slurred into your teddy, eyes shutting tight. âwant it..â
âyeah?â he was biting hard on your neck, leaving purple marks anywhere he could reach. âsuch a perfect girl. taking my cock like you were born for it, huh? you like your pussy being broken in?â
âlike it so much.â you tearily moaned back, salty beads beginning to leak down your face quicker than youâd anticipated, pleasure beginning to overcome any pain you had initially felt. âwant it all the time.â
to that, he closed his eyes, breathing in the strawberry scent emitting from your hair, grunting loudly. âiâll give you the fucking world, baby. anything you want, you hear me? swear, iâll make you feel so good, never let you wake up without a pussy full of cum.â
your legs were shaking, orgasm already impending and he could feel it, could feel the way your pussy was tightening and clenching. he halted his thrusts, resulting in a loud, bratty whine from you as he pulled out, making him spank your ass hard.
he twisted you around, your teddy still in your arms before he pushed back in, so you were facing him in missionary. his head dropped to yours whilst your ass still stung, your arms wrapping around his neck almost immediately, craving him closer and closer and closer. you wanted him deport, wanted to feel him inside your very blood stream, overcome with a feeling of want.
âdreamt about you. used to go to bed at night hard thinking about all the ways i could make you cum.â he was growling in your ear. âknew i had to have you. didnât fucking care if you didnât want me back, youâre mine anyway, you understand me? youâre mine, y/n, and iâll put a bullet in anyoneâs head who thinks otherwise.â
your teary eyes looked up at him as you let out a small sob, his thrusts growing harder, faster, deeper. âpromise?â you cried up at him, the feeling of being wanted running so deeply through your veins, healing the single part of you that made you cry each night.
it was all youâd ever wanted. you just wanted someone to look at you, choose you and be happy. you were deprived of it for so long, not knowing what it felt like to be the cause of someoneâs need or want, only to have your husband hovering over you, cock deep inside your fucking stomach as he professed his primitive need for you.
âpromise, sweet girl.â he assured, capturing your wobbly lips in another brief kiss before pressing his head to yours, looking down at your teddy. âgood girl. keep holding your bunny, baby.â
his girl was such a good listener, as you nodded through your sobs, nuzzling your face so sweetly into it as though you werenât being pounded into, your virginity stolen away by a man that had no intention of being gentle with you during your first time.
you could feel the familiar feeling in your stomach, causing your legs to wrap around jungkookâs waist, feet digging into his back, almost begging him to be harsher with you. you were just as fucked up as he was, begging for the pain since it made the pleasure so much better.
âyou wanna cum, baby?â he condescendingly asked, voice mocking you as you nodded up at him anyway, letting out a loud sob. âyeah? want me to fill up your pussy too? make it nice and milky?â
âplease please please..â you chanted, tits bouncing with each thrust much to his enjoyment.
before either of you could think, your second orgasm rushed through you harsher than your first, rendering you utterly speechless. whilst your vision had gone white with the first, this time, it had gone black - causing you to drop into an overwhelming sense of unconsciousness for a few seconds as it ripped through you entirely.
jungkook watched, the sight hotter than anything heâd ever seen before, causing his own balls to tighten, his orgasm impacting him immediately too.
âfuck, fuck, fuck..take it.â he was growling at you, pumping through his orgasm as he released his cum inside of you, fucking you both through your highs.
you felt even fuller than before, cum leaking out from either side of his cock as he plugged it all inside of you, causing you to shake desperately in his arms, whilst you cried still, much to his enjoyment.
by the time you were both coming down from your highs, your face was a blotchy mess, makeup completely ruined whilst his back, chest and shoulders were littered with new red marks that stung with each movement. he loved it. he slowly pulled out of you, watching the way his cum leaked out of you almost immediately, the sight intoxicating.
his fingers pushed it back in with haste, lifting your legs slightly to make sure it wouldnât leak again, and the action had you whimpering. he wanted the cum to stick. wanted to get you round and plump, pregnant with his baby so he could keep you forever.
he knew he was a relatively cruel guy, but he sincerely had plans to be good to you. he pulled you into his arms immediately, holding you sweetly whilst kissing over your wet cheeks, pressing kisses to your lips, nuzzling your nose, stroking your hair. he whispered sweet nothings, telling you how proud he was, how good you were for him, each phrase causing you to whimper louder than the next.
his sweet wife. god, you were everything and more and you had no idea. heâd make sure you were to never see your family again, even if that meant wiping them out for what they had done to you - he had to work on removing the conditioning they had done to your brain, make sure you were happy. that you were safe, as free as you could be with a guy like him.
one look up at him, with your teary eyes and sniffling nose, as though he had the answers to each and every single thing in the world had him completely undone.
heâd give you everything and more.
â
the house felt too quiet. too still.
two months of marriage and the rhythm of life with him had settled into something closest to perfection. you were experiencing joy, happiness, love - to be loved and to provide it in ways you simply didnât think you could ever see for yourself.
he came home each night at exactly 9pm, his strict punctuality something you had grown accustomed to. heâd leave a bouquet of flowers for you on the table, fresh and fragrant whilst heâd pick you up and kiss you senseless, feeling you melt in his arms. youâd eat together whilst you sat on his lap, chattering away about your sweet day that mainly consisted of tending to your garden and shopping with your security guards, always so excited to tell him about the new things you had bought him with his card.
you didnât cook, didnât clean - things youâd been trained in by your parents, a misogynistic reminder that you were worth nothing more than what you could offer your future husband and yet jungkook absolutely forbade it. he refused to have you spend your days doing something your house help could do instead.
instead, he had you spending your days in silk and satins, wandering large rooms that belonged to you now, sprawled on couches that were too big and decorating the luxurious house so it would feel like a home. every indulgence was a gift from him, a testament of his care for you, and though he was one who often kept his emotions to himself, even when they pertained to you, you could feel it deeper than any word he could express.
jungkook loved you.
it was in the way he moved, the way heâd catch you by the waist every time you walked past him, or the way heâd thrust into you to make you cum each morning. he had claimed you in body, soul and mind and you were happier than youâd ever been.
tonight was different.
the house felt silent. the clock had hit 3am no longer than 5 minutes ago, the glow from the tv being the only thing to illuminate your living room, whilst you anxiously bit down on your lip, chest beating and head swirling. you werenât much of a drinker, but you had finished a glass of wine to calm your nerves only for them to heighten further once the clock ticked further.
he was late.
your stomach twisted again.
you knew that his line of work made him a target, all of the men in the profession were, but he was different. he was jeon jungkook, the most dangerous, the head apex - it terrified you to think he could potentially be somewhere bleeding out, shot, alone. you couldnât bear the thought, a new wave of tears washing over you as you hid your mouth with your shaking hand.
you couldnât get it out of your brain.
flashes of him in a pool of his own blood, gunshot wounds to the chest - your father had once detailed to some of his friends about a kill he had achieved in gruesome detail, unaware that you were just outside the room listening in. it had haunted you for months, and even now, years later, it sprang to life knowing what kind of cruelty existed in this world.
your padding feet had gone out to your personal security team, sweet men called seokjin and taehyung, desperate to know whether theyâd heard anything, but they were just as clueless as you. they werenât allowed to leave their posts until he arrived, and they had grown to care for you - you were so sweet, they liked protecting you.
it was taehyung who told you that they were on lockdown, that all of their phones had been asked to be turned off, that something was wrong and in case of trackers, they needed to be alert and safe. that made you cry into your hands as you retreated to your living room, holding a pillow to your chest.
that had been an hour and a half ago, your eyes shutting tightly at every wave of fear that rushed through you.
and then, suddenly..the sound of the lock.
your heart jumped into your throat.
the door burst open, hitting the wall with a loud thud that violently cracked the silence in the air, a heavy tension following through as jungkook walked into the room.
he didnât enter like a husband coming home to comfort. he came in like a predator ripping back into his territory, wild eyes scanning, shoulders tense and body coiled like he was seconds away from snapping. his suit jacket was crooked and his once, pristine shirt that you had only bought him a mere week ago, showed large spots of darkness making your stomach drop.
blood. not a smear, not a little. enough. enough to know the night was violent.
the sight of him, his scent, the blood, iron, sweat - the danger. it all hit you at once.
your legs moved before your brain could compute what you were seeing, a loud and harsh sob raking through your body as you all but launched yourself into his arms, fingers digging deep around him, clutching him to your own smaller body.
the second he felt you, everything stopped.
his head jerked up, eyes dark and black, scanning, searching, computing what was happening in front of him as though you were a mere figment of his imagination and not a real person. the warmth on his body so sudden and confusing before he looked down and realised what was occurring.
he froze for a moment.
âwhy are you up?â his voice was low, dangerous, shaking through the room.
you couldnât answer, your cries stealing your breath away as you clutched him tightly, your hands on his chest smearing with the blood that had soaked through his shirt, one that did not belong to him.
his eyes swept over you. you were trembling from evident fear, causing him to search your body, his hands rough as they grabbed you by your shoulders, pulling you away just so he could examine you, despite the shake in his own body.
âdid someone touch you?â he demanded, eyes crazed. âdid something happen?â
you managed to control your sobs, though the hiccups and desperate gasps for air were still charging through you. ân-no..â he let out a sigh of relief. âi-i didnât..didnât know where you..you were and..i thought..â
he cut you off immediately.
âshit went sideways.â he grunted, visibly still reeling from his anger. âshipment fuck up. some guy tried to double cross me, wrong city, wrong people. i handled it myself.â
her stomach dropped as she finally took in his appearance. the blood smeared all over him, and as a result, now her too.
âyourself?â
âthis is our world. what did you expect?â his eyes narrowed, unable to think, comprehend. he could see you crying, but he couldnât compute it, not after the night heâd had. âdonât look at me like that.â
your lip trembled still. âi thought you were dead..â
that snapped him out of it.
he grabbed you then, properly, both bloody hands cupping your face, harshly making sure you could meet his eyes with your own. âdonât ever say that.â he was growling, chest heaving. âdonât put that fucking shit in your head, y/n.â
you nodded through your sobs, clutching him tightly still. âi couldnât stop it, you didnât come home on time and it got so late, and no one knew what was happening. i thought someone got you..â your chest was heaving.
his thumbs were swiping your tears like he was mad at them personally, shushing you quietly.
âitâs not that easy. canât get rid of me like that, baby, iâd never fucking leave you. you hear me?â
you nodded again, before he held you tight to his body, rocking you gently, breathing in your scent, his previous anger he couldnât control now turning inwards, plaguing him from the inside. he couldnât believe it.
heâd had one of the worst nights of his life, so many men had died over a single betrayal, and he rarely got his own hands dirty anymore - but seeing you? crying, chest heaving, shaking, desperate and afraid? that was the worst of all. his anger had blinded him so deeply that he hadnât even recognised it at first, brain still whizzing from the adrenaline of before until he realised what was in front of him.
his precious little wife, crying for him.
âlisten to me.â he pressed his forehead against yours once he lifted you up into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist. âi lost track of time. i fucked up, y/n. thatâs on me, okay? but iâm here, and you need to remember that i come home. i always come home.â
your fingers were pulling at the back of his head, tangling in the strands of hair you loved to play with so much as you absorbed his words, your sobs slowly but surely calming down.
âi-i donât..care what you do.â you confessed, sniffling through your hiccups. âbut you promise youâll come back?â
âi promise, baby. cross my heart, swear to you.â he assured immediately. âmy pretty wife, look at you. fuck, no more crying, câmon. iâm here.â
in the quiet aftermath of your sobs, he still stayed there. holding you up in his arms as you calmed down, holding him as though he was the most precious thing in the world - to you, he was. the blood had began to dry on him, fury still deep in his veins whilst he cherished the feel of your body like a mad man returning from war, you were so fragile. his one and only possession.
he didnât put you down straight away.
his grip shifts, fingers digging deep into the hold of your ass as he made sure to ground himself. not gentle, but firm. careful. like he needed to feel you were safe, and real, and in his arms.
âfuck, y/n. you scared me.â he admitted, a tinge of vulnerability he had never shown you before tweaked in his voice.
âi scared you?â you pulled back, nose pink, eyelashes wet, heart wrecked.
his jaw tightened just looking at you, his heart clenching. fuck. you were such a liability, his one weakness and your place in his heart was growing day by day. he needed to amp up your security.
âyouâre shaking.â a flat observation, but you knew his objective. he wasnât talking to you, but to himself, and so, you rested your head on his shoulder, letting him hold you for as long as he needed in that moment, whilst you held him just as tightly.
he began walking down the hallway, to your bedroomâs bathroom, still clinging to you like a little baby as he turned on the shower. navigating the hallways of the home you now shared felt so much bigger, heavier even, given the situation - it was only a home when he was here with you.
he placed you on the counter as he began to undress you first, stripping you from your flimsy pyjama top and bottoms, revealing the bitten skin he had ravished just that morning. your breasts dropped from your tank, sweet pussy on display as he observed you. he began to undress too, desperate to rid himself of today.
âlook at me.â he says.
you listened.
he studied your face as he unbuttoned his shirt, checking for any hidden cracks, for damage. for something that couldnât be undone.
âdid anyone come near you tonight?â he asked again, slower this time. controlled.
âno.â
âdid anyone call you?â
âno.â
âtouch you?â
âno..â
âyou stayed inside?â his eyes were dark.
âyes.â
âgood.â
he was shirtless now, ridding himself of his slacks, leaving him just as naked as you, cock half hard as it sprung to attention, charged immediately at your mere presence. the blood from earlier had stained into his skin, his chest and abs painted a deep red, hands still splattered.
the sight struck your heart, and you fought back a whimper as he once more grabbed you, taking you into the shower with him.
his hands began to move, once you were placed on your feet. over your waist, your stomach, your arms, your breasts, your back, your pussy, your ass. the water stained red as it washed everything away, whilst he explored you like he tended to do, though this was an amalgam of the events that had just transpired.
he was possessive in every single thing he did, forcing himself into your chest, making sure you could feel his presence deep inside your body even without him being there. he wanted you just as fucked up as he was, just as desperate, just as secretly ruined. he had no idea you already were.
his now clean hand dipped inbetween your legs, spreading them immediately as his fingers found home against your clit. you let out a soft sigh, easing against his arm in comfort as you felt the tension leave you in waves of pleasure.
âyou donât wait up like that,â he said, almost harshly, as he rubbed slow, soft circles into you. âyou donât sit here thinking yourself sick.â
âi couldnât sleep.â your rebuttal came immediately, causing him to slap your ass in a mean spank, making you mewl, leaning into his other arm, feeling the way he kept you up with his rubbing fingers.
âi donât care.â he leaned in, pushing you till your back was against the wall. âyou sleep. you trust that iâll walk through that door.â
your fingers curled over his bicep.
âi needed to know you were okay.â your admission came through closed eyes, as pleasure waves through you.
even in moments like this, jungkook couldnât keep his hands to himself, the prospect of making you cum simply too high. considering he could still taste his earlier anger, he needed this. needed to have you break and mewl for him.
âi will be.â he nudged your nose, prompting you to look at him through hooded eyes. âiâll always come back to you.â
the rest of the shower was spent with him teasing you, fingering your poor core until you came, despite still feeling stretched from your early morning session. the feeling of him so intimately against you was everything you needed in that moment, and both of you knew it - it was his way of telling you exactly how he felt.
and later, when you were on his chest, deep in the early morning, neither of you able to sleep as his cock sat hard inside of you, you both embraced. you kissed like you had both been promised to one another - you, the one constant in his life, untouched by the nightmare that was his reality, the brutality of his workforce and him, the protector you had longed for for years.
he pressed his hand against your stomach, feeling him inside of you before bringing you impossibly closer, nose brushing against your own.
âi love you, sweet girl.â
it was then you could finally breathe again.
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my mafia jk is here, and isnât he so filthy đą i love a dirty, cruel man and he truly is in all of the best ways. okay brb as i go change my panties
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