Taekook Oneshots

No Name (NSFW 18+)

Taekook/KookV Short Story Series

Title: No Name – Matured/NSFW/Rated 18+

Relationship: Dominant Top Jeon Jeongguk and Power-bottom/Submissive Bottom Kim Taehyung

Summary: The whole universe is gravely afraid of the youngest South Korean, mafia boss Jeon Jeongguk because one, he's a fucking psycho – kills whoever crosses his way in the most gruesome way possible. And two, the boy warming his lap like a diligent slut is actually very lethal.

Trigger Warning: Gore, Profanities, Violence, Slight Smut

Other tags: Taehyung has feminine body/Boy-pussy

Nothing could be heard in the room except for Son Seungho's, a man in his forties, constant pleads.

"I-I didn't steal anything... I-I promise y-you sir..." Seungho beseeched as he knelt in the middle of the dimly lit room, surrounded by Jeongguk's mob clad in black dress pants and white button-ups – typical mafia uniform. They were either armed with pocket knives or guns – all sworn to protect and serve the youngest mafia boss Jeon Jeongguk for the rest of their lives.

"P-Please spare my life, s-sir..." Seungho sobbed, face pressed flat on the floor with his wrists tied strongly with braided rope.

No one is allowed to call Jeongguk by his name because that is an act of disrespect. Said mafia boss chuckled derisively, his arm tightening around the vixen propped daintily on his strong thighs.

Taehyung shifts on Jeongguk's lap, now pressed chest to chest with his master.

Jeongguk bent forward, soulless eyes boring holes on Seungho's head. "So? Explain how did I lose thirty fucking million dollars after I asked you to take over the site?" Jeongguk muttered flatly, rolling his eyes in boredom. He rubbed his calloused palm on Taehyung's twine-thin waist, the latter licking a stripe across his flinty cheekbones which effectively calmed his nerves.

Seungho gasped in terror and lifted his head to look at Jeongguk – but as soon as he met eyes with the raven haired, Taehyung knocks his tiger print, stiletto-clad heel on Seungho's nape – causing the man to tumble forward.

No one is allowed to look at Jeongguk, especially when they are being cross-examined (read tortured).

"I knew you were stupid but your dumbass really outdid yourself this time. If you plan to cross me, Seungho-ssi, you should at least thought of a better plan. Framing my kitten? Really?" Jeongguk spat, his grip tensed on Taehyung's hip. Taehyung nosed the smooth, porcelain column of Jeongguk's neck and tucked his chin on the latter's broad shoulder as they stared blankly on Seungho's pale as ghost face.

Two hours ago...

"Mm...  my beautiful, beautiful baby. Can you please check the site and get the money from Seungho?" Jeongguk says in his husky, morning voice as Taehyung gave him his morning suck. The latter pulled shortly to nod and went back to deep-throating him – best way to wake him up. Jeongguk grunts in satisfaction as Taehyung licked all over his shaft and played with his balls - the best dick suction of his life.

As soon as they finished their morning fuck and simple breakfast, Taehyung proceeded to the site in his Neiman Marcus Fighter Motorbike. Jeongguk kisses him roughly in front of the entire mafia gang before they went on separate ways.

To cut the flashback short, Taehyung was "ambushed" – well, that was the plan. But Seungho didn't know that Jeongguk's little eye-candy was actually the most dangerous assassin ever born in this world.

"I-I'm so sorry...p-please..." Seungho begged but he knows this is his end. Jeongguk sighed in boredom and cupped Taehyung's cheek. "Baby... which finger on his hands and toes do you want Yoongi to cut first?" He hummed, inserting his veiny hand on Taehyung's blood-red hanbok to knead his breasts. The hanbok's top was large enough to conceal what his hand is occupied with.