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Seokjin - Mafia au

Seokjin wasn't exactly ecstatic about his position in this world, a heir to a mafia king. In fact, he'd much rather do something else for a living. Like become an actor maybe. But that wasn't his life, and he had come to accept that as his father deemed him as the eldest and most capable of taking care of the business in case of his death. The first time he met you was a short while after his father had decided to start training his son. You were a hired hitman that had done a lot of work for Seokjin's father, and was considered a reliable ally since you held honor and pride very high.

He couldn't stop looking at your face, everything about you drawing him in like a spider's trap. It was apparent you knew what you were doing as well, since every time you caught him staring you'd shoot him a sly smile and he'd end up looking away flustered and warm. He had seen you a few times after that; even talked to you a little. You had taken on the task of helping him better his ability to handle a gun.

Now however, it was four in the morning and you were standing in the kitchen of his family mansion eating cereal out of a box in the dark. Seokjin stared at you, dumbfounded.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim" you told him, opening a cabinet to put the cereal back in its place. Smoothly you jumped up and sat onto the counter, crossing your legs.

"What are you doing in my house at this time, Miss L/N?" he asked, confused. You pat your thigh with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Come here." you said, and he complied slowly with confusion tainting his beautiful features. "I wanted to have some fun, and I know for a fact that your father isn't home right now."

"So you were bored?" Seokjin chuckled, a little bit dizzy from the intoxicating feeling of being so close to you.

"Mhm." you let your fingers run through his hair. "Finished a job earlier than I expected. I thought that finally..." you ran your hands across his bare chest, feeling his heart beat fast underneath your palms. "... I can get my hands on you. Would you like that, Mr. Kim?"

It made sense to him that you weren't here on business since it wasn't very practical to wear tight skirts if you were going to move around a lot. Seokjin's breath hitched in his throat. Never before had anyone managed to make him this nervous, not even his father. You hooked your fingers into his sweatpants to bring him closer, your lips brushing over his lower lip softly.

"You can call me Jin, you know?" he spoke, voice cracking a little.

"Well then, Jin... Let me make you feel good" you spoke, pushing his pants down slightly to reveal what you had been suspecting. No underwear. He was bigger than you would have thought as well, and you felt a rush of wetness go to your core. You grasped his length and Jin whimpered in surprise as you began slowly pumping him. Your thumb ran across the tip a few times, his moans become more regular and less choked back. You kept switching between pumping him and rubbing the tip until you felt his fingers dig into your shoulders. You retrieved your hands, Jin's body twitching as he let out a whimper.

"Shh." you hushed him, pulling your underwear down as well as you could, still sitting on the counter with Jin standing between your legs. You gave him a slow but passionate, his lips feeling soft against yours. Your hands found his member again, guiding it towards your heat. You rolled your head back, gasping slightly as he pushed the tip in. He moved your arms to rest them on his shoulders and you let him take over the movements. Jin was soft in his motions, which felt amazing as the buildup felt even sweeter. One of his hands fell down between you, his thumb grazing your clit as he kept thrusting. You felt yourself nearing an orgasm, but was determined to make him cum first so you clenched your walls around him. Jin moaned your name, pressing his face into your shoulder to quiet himself down when he reached his orgasm. You finally released too, you body shaking slightly as he thrusted through your highs. When he pulled out and your walls suddenly clenched around nothing you felt empty. You looked at the man with the innocent face before you, the heir of a mafia empire, and fuck you wanted him to ruin you.

Your thumb wandered over his cheek as your thoughts wandered with it. Finally you smiled.

"I look forward doing business with you in the future, Mr. Kim."

×××

You let the door slide open, your heels tapping against the floor and turning heads as you moved into the office. Jin's eyes found yours, his serious expression worn like a mask over his face. You smirked slightly as his eyes slid across your body. He cleared his throat.

"Everyone get out" he spoke. The man in front of him frowned, hand going down to touch his desk. Jin swatted his hand away.

"But- But Mr. Kim... The deal-"

"I said get out. We can talk about this later." Jin cut him off without even looking at the person he was speaking to. The four men scattered out of the room, not daring to talk back further, and you moved around the desk. In a sweeping motion you pushed the stationary equipment on it to the side, sitting down so that Jin was placed on his chair between you legs. His fingers trailed across your legs, finally a small smile breaking through that uncharacteristically cold persona he put on for work since his father passed. He played the role well. Your fingers found his chin, tilting his head upwards to look directly at you.

"Missed me?" you asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So much" he answered. His fingers went up under your skirt, making it scrunch up under your hip-bone in his movement. He went to hook his fingers into your underwear only to realize you didn't have any on. He swore, and you reached out to touch one of his reddened ears with a chuckle. He tugged your skirt up further, fingers brushing over your clit close after. You hummed in approval as he moved to place his face between your thighs. His lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, and you let a string of moans bubble up in your throat. Your fingers weaved into his hair, encouraging him to continue by pushing his face harder against your heat. He flattened his tongue, dragging it slowly over the slit.

"Ah fuck, Jin. You're so good to me" you moaned when his tongue entered you. His lips went back to your clit, and you tugged onto his hair making him moan against you. You couldn't silence your sounds even if you would have wanted to. Jin moved his tongue, lips and fingers expertly and a familiar knot started to build in the bottom of your stomach. Unconsciously you tried to squirm away, but his hands on your thighs held you still. You spasmed as the knot uncoiled, liquid squirting as you came into his mouth. He lapped up your sweet juice, coming up with a wetness glistening on his chin. You leaned over to capture those plump, reddened lips of his with yours and could taste yourself on him. You jumped off the desk with slightly wobbly legs.

"Your turn."