BTS Oneshots - Taking Requests

Mafia Runaway - Jungkook (Smut/Angst)

Rating: M (profanity, toxic relationship, kidnapping, possession, adult themes, sexual content)

Not a request, just felt like channeling my inner Wattpad and writing a mafia Jungkook story ~ Raven

Jeon Jungkook was the most intriguing man she knew.

Leader of a Canadian mafia, Jeon Jungkook was an arrogant, brutal man. Yet she admired him and everything he did. He could speak French, English, and Korean, his riches drowning her until she could barely see straight. She was his property. They fell in love when he was on a mission, and he ditched it for her. It was instant chemistry. She drew him in with every move of her body. Each curve had him licking his lips and coming closer. That led them to one year later, when she was locked in his mansion for seemingly the rest of her life.

Jungkook was on top of her and grunting, their beds soaked with moisture that dripped off of them. "Such a fucking slut," he whispered, wrapping his tattooed hand around her throat and squeezing. She gasped from the sensation, her vision fading in and out and having trouble processing how he was ravaging her lower half. "Only Jeon Jungkook can make you cum like this. Do you think your little guy friend could make you feel like this, huh?"

"Never," she replied in a choked, strained voice.

Two months ago, Jungkook had swept her off the streets and locked her inside his mansion. He found out about one of her guy friends who liked her, and he was terrified that the friend would steal her from him. With that in mind, she dug her nails into his back and encouraged him to go harder. He did.

More thrusts came, the room smelling of their deeds as the sheets shifted from white to pools of darkness. They had been going for half an hour, Jungkook tossing her in several different positions. Currently, he had her legs on his shoulders as he plunged into her. The thrusts were chaotic yet smooth. Hard yet gentle in a way that made her eyes roll back, her irises seeing stars.

"That's my good girl, you're such a good little slut for my cock," he said, scratching at her thighs. She swore blood was drawn, her lips parting to spew out a layer of moans that all included his name. Jungkook's sweaty form was turning her on more. He groaned as he used one hand to hold her throat, the other still on her thigh. It was an awkward position, if she was honest. But awkward still brought so much bliss to her core.

Jungkook dropped her legs and went back to missionary, his favorite. It was his favorite since he was able to get the closest to her. He took that to his advantage, choking her more and slowing his thrusts. Jungkook's eyes shut as he moaned her name right against her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and whispering all the right words.

"I want you to cum," he said, and she agreed without complaint. "Cum for me. Show me who you belong to. Scream my name, tell me who's the only one who can make you feel this fucking good." She whimpered, too dazed to form words as he sped up with his thrusts. His erect dick kept slamming into her walls until she was shouting and yelping with each movement. At that point, she was overstimulated. He only smirked. "I'm gonna cum inside you, and if any of it drips out, I'll finger it back in. Understood?"

"Please," she replied, her orgasm seconds away. "I'll do anything, just let me cum."

He obeyed, much to her surprise. While he held her breasts and kissed her neck, he brought her over the edge in a spiral of pleasure that made her high reach its peak intensity. She was screaming his name like he requested. For a moment, she could have sworn the world went fuzzy. Then, she snapped back to her senses and shook as he came inside her. His moans were heavenly, a perfect mix of a medium and high pitch. Sometimes he teased her by releasing a low moan next to her ear. Speaking of, that was what he did. Her name passed his tongue and danced its way inside her, jumping around the walls of her mind until it stuck to her memory.