BL Smut One Shot

Ace x Jackson (the mafia's boy)

Check out my story The Mafia's Boy for the whole thing.

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I woke up in Ace's bed and sat up, noticing he wasn't in the room. "Morning," the maid said upon entering, "I was told to make sure you were up." "Oh, thanks," I replied, and she nodded before walking out. After a couple of minutes of rubbing my face to wake up, I stood up and stretched, then sauntered down to the kitchen where Ace sat reading a book.

"Morning, Jackson," he said without looking up. "Morning," I replied as the maid placed a plate in front of me. I thanked her and sat down, glancing at the breakfast laid out before starting to eat.

"I have a meeting in two hours. Wanna come with?" He asked as I finished my breakfast. "Am I allowed to? Since, you know..." He nodded, "Yeah, you're allowed." I nodded, and his maid came with the clothes he had for me. I took them and thanked her again. Going to a real-life mafia meeting, this is going to be interesting.

Thirty minutes later, I was dressed and ready for the meeting. Ace came up to me. "Ready? We have a two-hour drive." I nodded and got in his car. As we drove off, I realized this was an unprecedented situation. Being captured, then trusting the kidnapper. It's the first time for me. We arrived at the meeting Ace had with some big business figure, someone rich and well-known. However, I'd never heard of this person in any news reports or online articles. Maybe that's the reason.

Ace asked me to stay in the lobby, and I obliged. I wasn't going to risk getting locked up somewhere on his compound or, worse, end up being harmed by someone else, which was nowhere on my to-do list anytime soon or at all.

Hours passed, and they hadn't come out yet, making me restless and eager to leave. Just when I felt like I was going to go crazy, Ace walked out furiously, taking my hand. "Son of a... didn't even want help," he growled as we got in his car, driving over the speed limit with his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. His outburst shocked me, but more so did the outrageous speed.

"Ace, breathe," I said carefully, trying not to escalate things further. "Calm down," I repeated, and he slowed down, his hand relaxing. "I'm just frustrated," he admitted, and I nodded in acknowledgment. "But going 80 in a 45 isn't going to help," I pointed out knowingly.

(Ace's POV)

Jackson is right. Putting our lives at risk wouldn't do any good. I was called upon a week ago to demonstrate why we are good for business. But he chose the other mafia, the one I'm against. We pulled up to the compound, got out, and walked inside. "Want something to drink?" Jackson asked as I sat down at the kitchen table. "Yes, please, a beer," I replied, hearing him open the fridge and taking out the bottle. Satisfied by the sound of the bottle cap being taken off, I thanked him and sipped at the beer.

(Jackson's POV)

I watched him sip the beer as I took a seat next to him. His eyes still held anger, but it was receding bit by bit. When he smirked at me, I blushed, looking away. "Like what you see?" he asked teasingly. "Nope," I replied, and his gasp made me chuckle.

It's only been a while since the kidnapping, but I can't help but feel something for him. I stood up, feeling his eyes on me. "Oh, what the heck," I thought. I pressed my lips against his, and his body tensed momentarily before relaxing. He returned the kiss with passion, sporting a smirk against my lips.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to his body, I groan unbuttoning his shirt, slowly at first, but the kissing has me moving faster to unbutton his shirt. I could feel him get hard as well as I was too. Once his shirt was off, I ravished his six-pack abs with my eyes as he chuckled, pushing me against the table.

He yanked my shirt off, tossing what's left of it on the floor. "Someone's so ballsy today." He growled in my ear, he then bit my neck, and I gasped at that action and goosebumps appears on my bare skin. He pulled off my pants and boxers, as he did too. I knew by what I got a glimpse of, I was in for it. His big, hard member stood at attention. "You just woke the beast, baby." He kind of chuckled, low and darkly.

His eyes held something, almost dark, but there was a hint of care in them. He didn't want to truly hurt me, but with a sudden nod from me as consent, he growled into my ear.

He shoved every inch of his member into me, I scream and moan, and pain and pleasure went through my body. I shivered at the pain and pleasure in enjoyment. I scratched at his back, as he pounded into me moaning into my ear. The table cricked and shook as he thrust into me. He rested his hand on my throat, and my smile formed. He gently choked me and I moan.

He held on to my throat, pulling my body against him, as he moved into me. Causing his member to hit my prostate, the pleasure so powerful, I'm screaming his name. I know the workers and servants are hearing this. Ain't no way no one is.

I was then flipped on my belly, he shoved one fast and hard motion into me, I gasped and moan loudly. My hands gripped the table. Trying to hold me steady, but the pace was too quick for my tiny body, that holding on did barely anything.

(Three hours later)

I didn't think I'd ever last three hours—four rounds, I think. I lost count. It could've been more; who knows? We are currently cuddling in his bed. No one interrupted. I was a blushing fool when we were done. "Let's sleep," he said softly, rubbing my back as we both drifted off to sleep.