BTS 18+ imagines

Jeongguk - Mafia au

Your heart was hammering hard in your chest; you could hear it like drums in your ears. The small, rectangular USB drive felt extremely heavy, heavier than it had ever felt since the day it was first handed to you.
As the contents of it loaded up into your laptop, your palms grew sweaty. It wouldn't have been a source for anxiety if it hadn't been for the six years of the flash drive gathering dust, sitting in a box at the top of the bookshelf standing in your bedroom. You hadn't thought about it every day, far from it really. But you also had to admit each birthday you thought about the day of finally finding out the exact contents getting closer.
You had from a young age known you wouldn't have time for love, finding the right person and all that bullshit. There were better ways to spend your days, especially with the growing responsibilities, not to the mention the death of your father which hurried the process of your inheritance. No, love had never been a priority, but it could be used as a tool. You needed it, and so when you were 15, you informed your father of your decision. You'd like for him to find someone for you to marry when you turned 21. An arranged marriage. He agreed, and weeks later you were handed the flashdrive that had now fully loaded onto your computer. You took a deep breath, pressing the folder. Photos and information popped up on the screen, but you had only needed a photo really.
Because you knew him.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" you muttered under your breath, closing the laptop and getting out of your chair to go get your coat.

Your regular chauffeur wasn't very keen on the idea of letting you go by yourself, but he couldn't really stop you could he? You were the one paying his bills. You simply shrugged him off.
You had been to the apartment complex more times than you would be able to recall if someone asked you. It wasn't the worst of buildings, just not a very good one. You couldn't remember a time where you had ever lives somewhere with such low class, though. Such low standard. The idea was foreign.
You pushed in the doorbell with a neatly manicured finger, wiping your hand against your dress pants before stepping back and waiting for a reply.
'If he's not home I'll fucking-'
The door opened in a rough manner, not as if the person doing it was doing it aggressively but the door itself was heavy from years of low maintenence, the hinges making a loud, charring noise. You cringed, but was soon face to face with someone not wearing a shirt.  You scoffed, averting your eyes.
"Y/N-" Jeongguk's voice was low, almost sounding like you had woken him up from sleeping even though it was barely past dinnertime. There was a look of realization on his face. "... Happy birthday"
"So? Are you going to let me in?"
"Sure"

You were sitting on his shabby couch within moments, neither of you having spoken in a long time. He didn't speak a lot generally. It was fine. He didn't have to.
"You knew?" You finally asked him. He glanced at you, shrugging a little. He was half laying against the armrest, still not wearing a damn shirt, showing off all his tattoos and scars, fresh as well as faded ones.
"Your dad liked my parents" He said as if it was a matter of fact. "He liked me."
"I suppose you're right. Come by my office in the morning then so we can fill in the paperwork"
You got up from the couch with the intentions of possibly leaving, but his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back against him. His scarred hands, knuckles spotted with blue, purple yellow and green, grasped your face, pulling you in against him, lips locking in the most innocent of kisses. As you parted, he kept his hands on the sides of your face, keeping you close.
"Don't act like that"
"Act like what?"
"Like you hate me"
"I don't know how to act, because I cannot wrap my head around the fact that out of everyone available to my father he picked you"
He didn't answer, just pulled you in for another kiss that you this time didn't break. His hands moved to your hips, and you loved the way he touched you, no matter whether you wanted to admit it or not. You didn't like when people acted like you were frail; you had a kill count that said differently, but it was different with him. He was one of the few people you knew had a higher count than you; his profession alone painted him as a dangerous man, but it didn't transfer to his touches. He touched you as a person, not as a killer. Grasping the belt loops of his jeans to steer him back to a sitting position on the couch, following down you straddled his lap.
He let out a gentle moan at the friction, his hands tugging you down further against him. Moving back you grasped the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body and placing it onto the coffee table. The man's chest was heaving, you could tell he was out of breath. It wasn't because he was out of shape. Just looking at his body one could tell it was quite the opposite.
You got off him, his hands falling from your body almost as if not wanting to let you go. He watched you work on your pants, just taking in the way you looked as you moved. He knew it had been mere seconds since you physically touched, but he wanted you back against him, he longed for you lips against his once more. Jeongguk snapped out of his thoughts as you walked over to the dresser you knew he kept condoms in; in the meantime he unzipped his jeans and pushing them down to his ankles together with his underwear. Longer than that he couldn't wait, he grabbed your hips again to pull you down into his lap the moment you reached the couch again, lips devouring yours hungrily this time as if trying to make up for a lost time that did not exist. He snatched the condom from you, skillfully opening the wrapper and tossing it to the side to push the latex wrap down over his member. Your fingers found his scalp, tugging his head back before letting your lips fall to his throat, making his golden skin your canvas with pictures only you could decipher. His moans sounded so incredibly sweet as you grinded your bare wetness against his manhood.
"Y/N please- Don't taunt me" his voice was rough, his cheeks holding a healthy, red glow from within as you moved back. You hoisted yourself up on your knees to let him line himself up between your legs, then gently he thrusted up into you as you let yourself fall down over him, holding yourself up by his shoulders.
"Fuck" was all he said, more as a low grunt, face half hiding against the nape of your neck. "Fuck"
He didn't let you move as you were down fully placed onto his lap, his arms holding you down in place, your walls wrapped snugly around his hard on. The two of you moved almost as if reading eachother's minds, your foreheads touching gently, noses brushing against the other's.
"It always ends with us in this position" you spoke.
"Yeah"
"I don't mind, as long as you don't fuck me over"
"I won't"
You moved back slightly, looking into his eyes, meeting his dark gaze. "You shouldn't promise things like that. You don't know if you'll be able to keep it"
"I do know." He spoke, almost nonchalantly. Your eyes stayed focused on his, him not breaking eyecontact for even a moment. Awfully calm, one could have mistaken his behaviour for cockiness but you knew better. Your lips collided once more, and this time he allowed you to move, rolling your hips up and down, chest brushing against his.
His head rolled back, resting atop the backrest of the couch, lips parted slightly, nose scrunched up. Unlike you he had his eyes closed, but you didn't want to take your eyes off him, you wanted to watch all those little changes. The way his breathing quickened, muscles tensed up. It was clear he was getting close, you knew all the little signs, like how he stuck his tongue out against his cheek as if trying to gain back control over his body, and his forehead turned glossy, driplets of sweat threatening to roll down the sides of his face.
Jeongguk's grip around you tightened, almost halting your movements completely. With a strong grip he moved you to the side so that you were laying underneath him, his thrusts short but intense. You couldn't keep your sounds in any longer, his body rubbing against your most sensitive places, you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"Fuck, I'm-" you got out, but he placed his lips against yours, cutting you off mid sentence. Your eyes finally fell closed as you tipped over, your body convulsing around him. He came too, you barely picked up on it. His member twitching within you, surely reacting to the way your body wrapped itself around him, forcing him closer to release even when he wanted nothing more than for this to go on for so much longer than it had. He worried you'd get off and leave, but you didn't. Not this time. You laid down next to eachother, barely fitting properly on the small surface. He wrapped his arm around you.

"I've always known. Since I was 17." he spoke looking up at the ceiling. "That it would be you, I mean."
"And you didn't say anything?"
"I wanted to honor you and your father's wishes. And I guess... I was scared of how you'd react"
"Are you afraid of me, Jeon?"
"I would be a fool if I wasn't"
It made sense to you that your father had picked him. He had chosen someone he knew wouldn't try to take your highest position from you, but aid you in it. In a sense, it was comforting. Now at least you wouldn't have to ever come back to this shithole just to see the handsome assassin.