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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 1

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Seoul, South Korea. 02:23 am

Over the techno music, drowned by the thick walls separating the nightclub from the basement, the dry and hollow sound of the wooden bat against the stomach and chest of the man collapsing on the floor echoed between the four walls.

—Take it like a good girl —gasped a masculine, yet sweet voice—. Now tell me where's my money.

—I don't know —the old man lying on the floor cried, while raising his hands—. I promise I don't know.

—So you can't give Jeon's money back, yet you're paying 800,000 wons to get your cock sucked? —the military boots fly to the man's chubby chest.

—Gil —the pain he was going through was almost palpable through his cracked voice—. Nam Gil. He was the one in charge of the distribution.

—I don't give a fuck who was in charge of the distribution —the brunette yelled, grabbing the almost unconscious man by the collar—. You're the one who's in control of what your boys do, and that includes Nam Gil. If one of your boys loses our money, you're the one making up for it.

—Don't tell Jeon —the middle aged man sounded desperate—, please. I'll get the money. I will —his pupils were shaking while trying to convince the man in front of him—. Please —he sobbed—. I will do whatever you want.

—Oh, whatever he wants?

Nobody needed to actually see him, the tone and sound of his voice made everyone go quiet. The tension was palpable as soon as everyone recognized his deep melodic voice, sharper than the different knives aligned on the table.

He appeared through the darkness, imposing his heavy presence over everyone in the room, as if everything that was going on just a few seconds ago was a child's play. Things were serious now that he was there.

—What were you willing to do, Min Joon? —he questions, raising one of his eyebrows— Were you trying to make my men betray me?

—No, oh my god, no —he shook his head, replying with a trembling voice—. I just need time, Jeon. Please.

—But you got time, didn't you? —Jungkook grabbed his jaw, forcing the man to look at him— You got time, and from what I see you also got some of the money. Used it for something better, I see.

—I'm sorry. I'm sorry —he kept repeating.

—I know you are —his expression softened for one second—. I'm sure you regret it, and you are more than ready to work again to make this all up.

—Yes, sir —the old man was close to breaking in whimpers and sobs.

—Give me the towel —Jungkook ordered one of his men.

—Wha...

—Give me the fucking towel —he raised his voice.

The change in his voice, from soft to rough, made everyone jump and remember who they were dealing with. The younger of them rushed to grab the white towel and hand it to their boss, whose expression was again neutral.

Giving the tied man a small smile, he started cleaning the blood that was coming out of his rounded big nose. He was gentle, calm, cleaning everything and making Min Joon relax. It's like he was sure Jungkook wouldn't lay a hand on him after his promises.

—So, Nam Gil? —Jungkook asked, stepping back again and throwing the towel somewhere in the room— He's the man I should be looking for.

Min Joon nodded fast, stuttering on his words while trying to answer vocally.

—He works for you, right? —Jungkook waited for the old man to nod so he could continue— He lives with his family in Guryong, doesn't he? —Min Joon nodded again— Hmm. Horrible ass tattoo on his leg?

The tied man then understood what was going on, there was no hope for him because they already caught the person he was willing to snitch on to be free. He saw Jungkook taking a plastic bag out of his pocket, before he threw something to his naked leg. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the tattooed skin layer of Nam Gil, shining under the lights because of the blood and the fresh cuts.

His breathing stopped when he realized what happened. Lungs totally closed, with his heart racing faster than it ever did while Jungkook's eyes were radiating with the most sadistic ideas.

—It's so funny —he commented—. Before shitting on himself while being flayed alive, he mentioned you were trying to hide the merch to make more money out of it —Jungkook scoffed.

Grabbing the man by the sideburns, he forced him to look at his eyes. Jungkook slicked his tongue through his front teeth, smiling before he pulled away.

—I didn't want to scare you, Joon —he apologized, moving his hands to his shoulders—. But you do understand that these guys right here respecting me depends on you respecting me. And if you don't respect me, you need to face the consequences —his pierced eyebrow raised again—. I promise I don't want to do this, but I have to.

Jungkook finally stood up, looking at the man lying clumsily on the chair, desperate to keep the balance. Lifting two of his fingers, he signaled one of his men to walk towards him.

—Let's give our guest a lesson for free —his dark eyes went down to Min Joon again—. See? Not only I'm letting you live, but I'm also reminding you things you should already know, without having to pay a thing —he tilted his head—. What should you say?

—Th... Th... —the man shook his head, trying to clear himself and manage to let the words leave his thin lips properly—. Thank you, Jeon —he gulped the thick knot on his throat.

—You're welcome —getting ready to leave the place, he turned to Min Joon again—. I want the merch and the penalty in less than twenty-four hours —turning to the man with long hair, he smiled—. Do you have his food?

The long haired man drew a sided and twisted smile slowly, just to nod and assure his boss that everything was under control.

Turning around, Jungkook made his way out through the dark alley, where a black Audi e-tron GT was waiting for him. The tall muscular man opened the door for him as soon as Jungkook's shade in the distance turned into his clear figure walking towards him with a pissed off face.

He had better things to do than dealing with bullshit like this.

As he got in the car, his phone started ringing in his pocket. And it didn't take him long to guess who could it be.

—Jimin, you better have good news.

—Why so serious, Kook? —mocked the masculine voice on the other side.

The silence in his car only made Jimin sigh and mutter a low "Fine", giving in to what Jungkook wanted from him: an update on the negotiation.

—Remember Pedro Montes? —Jungkook rolled his eyes at the name.

—What about him?

—He's in charge of absolutely everything that happens here: drugs, gambling... He has a lot of contacts, but he said he'll only accept if you're the one he directly talks to.

—Me? Why me? —he frowned— You're there in representation of our team.

—He said something like "getting the man of Korea out of Korea" —Jimin scoffed—. He won't sit for negotiations if it's not with you. He was pretty clear with that.

After winning a spot in Marseilles, where they worked closely with other European mafias, Spain was the only place they were craving to get a spot in -moving constantly from the south to the north, until they thought they found a place in a small island located at the north-east of the Peninsula.

And it seems like it won't be enough with Jimin being there this time.

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Palma de Mallorca, Spain. 07:23 pm

That time of the year in Mallorca was one of the best for her. The weather wasn't too cold, but it wasn't too hot either. It was the perfect balance between the two extremes. It wasn't that full of tourists either, which made the island accessible and enjoyable for a few more weeks before tourists started raining there.

She also loved every bit of that time of the year because it allowed her to walk everywhere, without worrying about the rain or or the sweat coating her body because of the hotness -there was nothing worse than feeling that sticky liquid, and the fabric humid under her armpit after an hour of being outside.

Y/n carried the bag on her back after a grocery shopping day that got it filled with different things. And, as she crossed the bridge and entered Son Gotleu (1), she realized how living in this neighborhood was never part of her plans. It was her day to day thought, every single time she came here from work or grocery shopping. It hit her how that was her reality after seven years.

As deeper in the neighborhood she got, the harder the smell of parched pee was -mixed with the smell of pot that came from the group of dealers sitting in a bench while waiting for the night to come. The deeper she walked into the neighborhood, the more she remembered why she stayed here despite having the resources to leave and cross the pont.

She entered the communal courtyard of the old block, seeing the same old ladies of every day peeking their heads out of the balconies.

—Coming from work? —asked one of them, raising her voice.

—No, I'm coming from doing some shopping, but I'm leaving again soon —Y/n trumpeted, walking up the stairs as fast as she was able to.

The old ladies started talking between them again, something that only made her smile because it was quite a usual thing for them. Checking who came and left, and discussing the vast amount of possibilities of where that person came from or where they were heading to.

It used to bother Y/n. Until she realized all these people had nothing better to do. They barely were able to leave their homes, strutting around the neighborhood was something that didn't cross anyone's mind -especially when it was already dark.

—Oh, you're back —the old man smiled wide when he heard the door.

—Yup, but not for too long —she made her way to where he was.

When she crossed the double door to the living room, she found Jorge sitting in his corner on the couch, watching one of those cowboy movies that were only played around this time of the day.

—I bought your pills —she informed him, bringing things out of the back—, the baking soda for Carla's experiment, those cookies you like and some vegetables. Don't eat those cookies in one sitting —she warned him.

He smiled wide as he was handed the cardboard box, kissing the young girl's forehead before he went back to the couch.

Jorge was like a father to her when he collected her from the streets. He looked after her, while he was able to. That's why now that he was in such a critical state because of a heart attack he had two years ago, she didn't doubt on helping him the same way he helped her -and it was the same way for Carla, Jorge's teen granddaughter.

They were the only family she's had in the -almost- past decade.

Five minutes later, she was heading out of the building again to take the bus to her workplace. Ready for a new day, or at least she was psyching up on the idea that she was ready for whatever could happen that night. That was part of her job, never knowing what she could come upon.

As the bus crossed the same bridge she crossed just fifteen minutes earlier, she saw the contrast clearer. And she could only wish all the effort she was making would put her, Carla and Jorge on the other side as well. One step forward to a better life.

Another reason why she loved that weather so much... She could wear a jacket, and put the hood on to hide her face and hair as she was getting closer to her workplace. She was able to hide that she was getting into one of the most known brothels in Mallorca. Because working one hour away from home by bus would never be enough to hide what she was doing there.

Nobody would know it was a whorehouse if they saw it while passing by. When you first get in, it seems like the typical bar, but when you go downstairs... That's the reality of that place. Girls swaying her hips on pools, surrounded by men in heat fighting for who runs faster to book the best girl in that place.

Portals Nous gave the establishment some caché, most of the clients were rich assholes desperate to get their dicks wet without their wives knowing, but there were also average men that were willing to spend half of their salaries in just two nights.

That was the reality, her reality.

1*: One of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Mallorca.

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armpirate · 5 months

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 40 (Finale)

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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Aprox. time of reading: 12 minutes

*One year later*

I look back after a few minutes of feeling I'm talking on my own, finding Y/n at the bottom of the stairs while she's holding her side and fighting her own body to be able to start breathing properly. She isn't going to make any more efforts to reach where I am. I know it by the way she's looking around to find the perfect place to sit and regain some strength.

Instead of leaving her by herself, I start walking down to where she is, tilting my head while looking at her with a funny smile, thinking of something to say to piss her off.

—See why you need to work out with me?

—I'm fine like this, thank you —she answers, breathless—. Besides, it's not like, back in New York, I'll do something that will make me feel like my lung is escalating my throat.

She throws her head back, as if that way the air would get through her nose better, while her hands are cupped on her hips.

—Do you need some water or anything? —I attempt to take the bag on my back, but she quickly shakes her hand and head.

—No, it's alright. Let's go —she encourages me.

But instead of leading the way again, or following her, I stop her. She looks at me confused, and even scoffs when I take off the bag and hand it to her.

—I know I said I was okay, but is it really necessary? —she whines— What wrong did I do to you to deserve this?

Instead of answering right away, I walk past her, getting one step behind her so she's slightly taller than me. Her hand quickly squeezes my shoulder when I turn around, my back facing her while I wait for her to hop on my back.

—Love, I'm okay already.

—And you'll be close to passing out in a matter of five seconds —I tease her—. And if we keep stopping, we'll get there by midnight. And it's already late enough.

—It'll be hard for you to get to the tower if I hop on your back —she mutters.

—Cocktease, you weigh nothing. I'll handle it —I assure her.

—I promise I'll be able to get up there by myself —she assures me again.

—Babe —I stop her—, just get on my back. You know I won't move from here until you do.

She sighs, finally giving in. And when I look over my shoulder, I see her hanging the bag before she gets ready to jump on my back. I squeeze her thighs when I feel their warmth around my waist, looking up to her right after to give her a comforting smile.

—This is so cruel —she comments, as we start making our way back to the top.

—You're acting like you're forcing me —I chuckle—. Also, you're feeling bad about this, but not about the time you made me get up at five in the morning to pick you up from the airport?

—You said you didn't mind —she whines again—. I told you I could've picked up a cab back home, but you insisted.

—Babe, I was messing with you. I spent all night awake because I couldn't wait to see you.

The more experience she got in the gallery, the more Jin trusted her to do trips all over the country -and even overseas- to make deals with different artists, or just to buy a painting he wanted to expose. And every time she leaves, although it's only for a few days, we always spend most of the time stuck to our phones.

I have the feeling we speak even more during those times she's away, but also the reunion is so special every time our eyes meet when I pick her up. Whoever sees us at the airport would think we've been months without seeing each other, and that we aren't living together at all back in New York City.

—I'll give a good back massage to the birthday boy when we get to the hotel tonight —she kisses my cheek.

—Just a back massage?

—Whatever my boy wants —she kisses my cheek again.

I end up regretting ever coming up with the idea of picking her up to the top. It's true I can carry her easily, but not while trying to go upstairs to a place I barely was able to get to without losing my breath a few times. Although it's all worth it when I feel her squeezing my shoulders with her arms while managing to give small pecks on my temple randomly.

The city of Seoul has never looked as pretty as it is right now that she's looking at it from the top with a bright smile. After putting my hands inside the pocket of my leather jacket, I open it and hug her from behind, covering part of her body with the fabric.

—I'm so happy to be here with you —she confesses, eyes still fixed on the small lights in the buildings far away.

And while I'd want to answer back straight away, I get lost on her side profile and the way her eyes are shining even brighter than the lights lighting up the place.

—I'm definitely happier.

She frowns when she hears me saying that, turning to me for a brief second before her eyes go back to the landscape.

—You always have to win —she pretends to be annoyed, rolling her eyes with her comment.

—I won with you though —I kiss her neck—. You've given me the best year of my life.

—And there's many more ahead —she assures me—. Together though. Because if you leave, you'll be miserable.

—Who says?

—You won't? —when she turns to me, she looks upset.

—Babe, I was messing around —I try to hug her back, but she steps back.

—So you're saying you won't feel sad if we ever break up? That's what I am to you? Someone you can get over?

—It's not like that...

Everything I was getting ready to say, all the comforting words I was going to air out to calm her down and make her feel good, got stuck in my throat when I saw her mischievously smiling at me.

—I was kidding —she playfully pushes me—. I thought this was the best place to pull a scene. It's very k-drama-like.

—Remember me to stop you from watching any of those shows when we get back home —I beg her.

—You should've seen your face —she cackles, pointing at me—. You were like "It's not like that".

Her features exaggerate to mock mine, before they go back to their nature as she laughs and giggles at my reaction. And even if she's being the most annoying right now, I can't help but smile right now.

—I was just messing with you, love —she squeezes my side with two of her fingers—. Besides, I still had to get back at you for what you did to me at the hospital.

—You still remember that? —my eyes open wide at her confession.

—Of course I do. I was worried about you, and you were playing around with something so delicate. Who in their sane mind would do something like that?

—How can you be so rancorous?

—I'm not.

—And you bring this up on my birthday? —I raise my eyebrow— What was even the reason for it? You thought it was fun?

—Kook —she tries to reach for my hand—, I was just messing around. I didn't want to upset you.

She doesn't have time to finish her own sentence, because she tries to hide her face on my chest while her arms wrap tight around my waist.

—I didn't want to start anything, seriously —I hear her whining.

—Gotcha, baby —I whisper in her ear—. You really thought you'd get at a Korean to roleplay a k-drama?

—You asshole —she pushes me away suddenly, annoyed at my comment—. I was feeling bad for you.

—I know. Your voice started shaking like it always does when you get nervous —I move my thumb over her lower lip, but Y/n moves her head away—. You know I love you, even if your rancorous ass messes things up.

I forced her in for a hug, hiding her face back on my chest while I wrap my arms around her tight to keep her from stepping away.

—I'm not.

—Shh, baby. It's okay —I play with her hair—. I love you anyways.

—You know I'm really considering what are the pros of loving you right now —she answers, still not hugging me.

—I'm husband material —I whisper—. I cook, I clean, I'm attentive, I'm cute and sexy, I fuck you just about right...

—Yeah, and you're so humble, too. Don't forget that.

We both just giggle at the same time I sway her body in my arms, encouraging her to wrap her arms around me under the jacket. I hear her breathing deeply, calming herself down at the same time my palm finds its way to her nape.

—I do really really love you though —she finally whispers.

—I do really really love you, too, cocktease —I kiss her forehead—. Thank you for being around and sharing your life with me.

—I know I don't say it a lot, but you make me feel really lucky —I can feel her smiling against my chest—. You made all the wait worth it, almost as if I was destined to meet you at Tae's pub. I can't imagine what my life would be like if you hadn't been there, and I don't want to know.

—Thank you for letting me under your skin, cocktease —I whisper.

She scoffs at that comment, hiding her face even more -if possible- on my body. It's not like we hated our guts from the very beginning, but I can't imagine how things would've worked if we hadn't had all those small bickerings we had at the beginning.

Probably we wouldn't be here right now.

—Babe —she calls me.

—Hmm?

—Why don't we get married?

The way she so casually drops the question makes me step back to be able to look at her and make sure she isn't joking. She actually seems serious. Or, more like, neutral. As if she hadn't asked something so serious.

—Married? Married like...

—Soo and Mark —she shrugs—. Married with papers and rings, and the whole ceremony, yes.

I squint my eyes, still thinking she's pulling another joke at me.

—Your parents are living in New York, and my parents aren't so far away either. Or, like your mother said, we could do it somewhere in between so it's equal for everybody.

—You talked about this with my mother?

—She was the one who brought it up a few months ago —she confesses.

While I try to process the fact that my mother and Y/n are so close to be discussing this without my knowing about it, I see she's still talking about it.

—I also talked about this with your father —I interrupt her—. And we even found the perfect place for it.

—You talked about this with my father? —she mirrors my previous reaction.

—It was during one of those barbecues a few weeks ago. I told him how serious I was about you, and asked him how he would feel if we ever decided to go further. We're already living together, you know, so the next step would be to make it completely official. And he said there was no one else he could imagine you ending up with, and then he started giving me all those ideas on how to propose and stuff.

—So we both had this conversation with each other's parents —she sums up.

—What was your conclusion?

—I do want to marry you —she nods, smiling big while those words left her lips.

—I do want to marry you, too —I'm unable to hold back my lips from curving—. We need to start saving money.

—Yeah, maybe it'd be a better idea to have this conversation in a few months. We're still recovering from the car, and also the trip. Let's give it two or three months.

I hug her again while chuckling.

—Do you realize how unromantic this was?

—It wasn't the official proposal. This doesn't count —she assures me—. Today we'll focus on something else.

I don't know what she's talking about when she unhangs the bag from her back, looking for something in it. Although I fight to control my expression when she turns around with a candle lit on a Bungeoppang.

So this is what she wanted it for.

—Make a wish, birthday boy —she encourages me.

I look into her eyes, seeing my whole future in them while I think what's the best wish I could ask for right now.

Let's have a healthy life together, cocktease.

After I blow the candle, she takes it away from the pastry and hands it to me. I've mentioned several times how much I loved this when I was living here, and how I'd lose count of how much money I've spent buying this whenever I wanted a snack, so I'm not surprised she bought it before we got here to celebrate my special day.

—I don't know if the owner of the shop found me ridiculous or endearing while trying to speak Korean, but...

—Thank you, cocktease.

I eat half of it, because I know that Y/n will probably want the other half once she tastes it -even if she never even thinks of asking, because this is supposedly for me only. We hold hands, walking around the place until we see all the locks hanging on the walls.

I remember when I was younger I always thought I'd do this with my girlfriend, and that that would mean I'd be with that person forever, but not a single time since I started dating I ever thought of seriously putting a lock here with neither of the girls I dated. It might seem dumb for some, but there's a reason why you close the lock and throw away the key. That love should last forever, just like some of the locks here have been hanging for decades. There's no point of making such a promise with someone you aren't sure you will end up with.

She squeezes my fingers, that are intertwined with hers, getting my attention back on her.

—We didn't propose, but let's hang a lock —she seems so excited while saying it.

—As an unofficial proposal? —she quickly nods at my question.

—This is our ring in Korea —she brings up the lock she used for her suitcase—. I'll buy a new one tomorrow —she adds, aware of the way I'm smiling.

—This is the unofficial promise that we will get married.

—When we have more money —she adds.

We both find the right spot, managing to hang the lock together and closing it. Inevitably, I end up hugging her from the back when we're done, walking with her up close while she just giggles and cackles at how clingy I am.

—Let's get to the hotel —I whisper in her ear.

She suddenly stops before we can even make our way to the stairs, back to the route where we came from and turns her head at me.

—But let's take the car cable now, please.

And while she sits next to me in the car cable, I'm aware of what love is like. It's the understatement of the small gestures that show how much you know that person, and the actions that lead to make that person happy when you fill their needs without them having to say a word. It's on how the space seems so filled with their energy, that you don't need anyone else but that person. And it took me so long, but I finally found the person I'm able to feel that way with. She always manages to make me feel all types of emotions, so passionately and intensely that sometimes I even doubt they're real.

She's the love of my life. I know.

I will just be forever grateful I got to annoy her to the point of getting under her skin, but also having her under mine with no previous warning.

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armpirate · 6 months

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 39

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 11 minutes

I roll on the bed, letting my arm fall lazily over her side of the bed, just to find it empty. I move my head up suddenly, only finding her sheets wrinkled and messed up towards the edge of the mattress. I stay in silence for long enough to hear some clicking metallic sounds coming from outside -probably the kitchen.

As I step outside with a new pair of boxers, the smell of warm bread flies in the air. And I can't help but feel my stomach grunting in response automatically. Although something else also wakes up when I see her body in front of the door, only covered with one of my t-shirts, while she's concentrating on cutting something .

My arms reach her body as if she had some type of magnetic pull in them, moving down the white fabric so I'm able to touch her skin directly while my lips shower her shoulder and neck with kisses until I reach her jaw. Her head instinctively moves to the side, allowing me to do what I want to do right now.

—What are you preparing? —I rest my chin on her shoulder.

—Coffee, toasts —she points to the apples and the grapes—, and I wanted to cut some fruit, too. I wanted to do it before you woke up.

—Should I go back to bed and pretend I saw nothing?

—You should —she starts peeling one of the two apples—. You ruined the surprise.

Still thinking we aren't close enough, I move my hands over her hips, until my arms are wrapped around her waist, with my body fully glued to her -as it should- and my chin resting at the top of her head.

—Babe, I can't move further from you now. Sorry —I hug her even tighter, making her cackle.

I tap her belly when I see her cutting the big grapes in two, asking her to give me some while she's at it. Raising her hand over her head, she gives me a full one before she gets to cut it.

—Hmm, it's so sweet —I munch on the fruit, cheering and moving lightly, and also making her body move with mine.

—Is it? —she looks back at me— Let me taste it.

Leaning in, I link her lips with mine in a soft kiss as soon as I get the chance. Fuck the grape, her mouth tastes even sweeter when she rolls her tongue on mine. Y/n turns on her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

The rub of her belly against me, mixed with the soft gasps that leave her lips every time our tongues touch make me groan in a needy way.

I don't even want breakfast anymore.

—I'm starving —I whisper when we break the kiss.

—I won't take long.

I chuckle, pinching her chin before I lean over her again, rubbing her lips on mine.

—I'm not starving for food.

My fingers tangle on the elastic of my boxers -that are now wrapped around her hips-, sliding them down her legs until they fall around her ankles. She doesn't stop me. Instead, she kicks the boxers away without taking her eyes off me. I lift her body, laying it on the counter and feeling her whole body squirm at the first contact with the cold surface. Although I want to see that same reaction over something else.

I kneel in front of her, digging my tongue and lips through her folds with no previous preparation and no teasing. Her breath gets faster when I twirl my tongue around her clit, and she tries to find support on the counter and my head -pushing my bangs away while her palm finds its resting place at the back. She looks so beautiful when she's trying to control herself, pressing her lips together and fighting her own eyes from closing whenever I look up to her.

I slide two fingers inside, moving them rhythmically in and out. Just hearing the squeaks and her whines got me hard and ready for her, the bulge fighting the fabric of my boxers while looking for freedom.

—I can't get enough of you —I kiss her inner thigh, still moving my fingers.

—I know —she opens her eyes—, and I really need you to fuck me now.

I help her take the t-shirt off with my free hand, going instantly at her breasts to capture one of her hard nipples with my lips. The fingers of my right hand keep being knuckles deep in her, feeling her inside squeezing my digits tight every time I move them, while I add my thumb on her clit to the reasons why she's a moaning mess right now.

I move my hand away and let go of her nipple, biting the space in between her two breasts and getting ready to thrust in her. When I'm ready to lining myself to her entrance, I'm aware there's nothing covering me right now.

—Fuck, the condom —I mutter.

Y/n cackles at my reaction, just watching me running out of the kitchen and seeing me back with the bright wrapping in between two of my fingers. I barely take any time to slide my boxers down and wrap myself around the latex.

Her warmth hugs me tight the second I thrust inside, making me feel a bit like heaven when I'm fully inside.

—You feel so good —I moan, once I'm balls deep in her pussy.

I sway my hips, holding her by her thighs to keep her spread and as close to my body as possible. She holds onto my shoulders, moving her hips against mine to moan a bit louder when she gets the friction she was looking for in between our bodies.

—Kook —her voice cracks, breathing into me when I lean closer just to trace her lips with my tongue—, you fuck me so good.

She's the only thing I can focus on right now. The way her eyebrows are slightly frowned while she's trying hard to keep her eyes on me, head up straight while the rest of her body bounces every time I move against her.

—Fuck, sorry.

Y/n screams when she's aware of that third voice, and my heart jumps at my throat when I'm aware of who's the owner of said voice. Before I'm able to react, Y/n hides her face on my chest, hugging tight to my body.

—I had the earphones on —I see Mark's worried expression when I look at him over my shoulder—, and you never bring girls here... I'll wait for you outside.

She looks at me, moving her hands away from her face when we hear the front door closing. And I just sigh, letting my head fall heavily on her shoulder, while thinking deeply it's time I take the keys away from both Mark and Soo.

—I forgot he'd come to pick me up today.

—You think he saw me?

—I don't know —I kiss her neck—. He never uses those fucking keys, and decided to use them today —I mutter annoyed.

While I know Mark will tease the shit out of me once I step outside, I think it's something Jungkook from the future should worry about. At least that's what I think when I see her snake necklace shining and falling perfectly on the valley of her breasts.

—Where were we?

—You were leaving —she giggles when I whine annoyed—. Don't act like we don't have a lot of time to actually do this —she pecks my lips.

We do. But I'll still kill Mark when I see him.

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Y/n moves nervously when she stops at the front door, walking in circles as I make my way to her after parking the motorbike nearby.

I knew all her confidence when she mentioned she wanted to tell our friends about us was temporary. While lying on the couch, just cuddling into each other watching a movie, she raised her head and looked at me, saying how she wanted to have a normal relationship, how she found no reason to keep hiding what we had going on from our friends. She smiled so wide when I agreed with her, and now she's close to having a heart attack.

I get it though. First big group of friends, first serious boyfriend she has to introduce... It's normal that she's nervous. It's something new for her.

I give her a smile, walking to her before I wrap my arms around her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

—Why are you so nervous?

—What if Soo hates me for dating you? What if she thinks I only became friends with her to get close to you?

—Was that what happened? —I joke— Cocktease, she won't think any of those things. I bet she'll go crazy when she knows you're the girl I've been talking about.

And she indeed went crazy when I told her the real reason for the gathering when I called her this morning. She started to plan double dates, family holidays and shit I've never heard her saying when I dated Leslie. I even had to stop her at some point to remind her she supposedly doesn't know anything about us, so she should play it cool when we tell her. And she agreed to it, only because she didn't want to upset Y/n.

So, Soo hating Y/n? If confessing our relationship might do something, it'll be bringing them closer.

I kiss her forehead, allowing her to lead the way inside the pub. Our group is already inside, talking loudly and laughing at their own jokes when they see us arriving together. I have to keep gesturing to Soo to slow down and keep her excitement to herself when she starts smiling a bit too big.

We hang out like we usually do, it's all jokes and laughs, and slowly our big group divides into two without realizing -and until Melanie comes up with the key question.

—Jungkook, you said you had something to tell us —she gets my attention, interrupting my conversation with Mark—. When are you going to tell us?

—Well, actually... —I look at her, which makes everyone look at her as well— We have something to tell you.

I look at her, waiting for her approval and confidence to speak up. She slightly nods, hinting a tiny smile, but we're interrupted either way when Melanie speaks up.

—You two are dating —Melanie simply says.

She looks at me surprised, and I look at her just the same way, before she moves her eyes back to our group of friends. Although my gaze instantly hooks with Soo, who shakes her head fast at my accusing look.

—You knew? —Y/n asks.

—We all knew —Soo shrugs.

I'm going to kill her.

—For how long? —I try to play dumb, hoping Soo doesn't fuck it up.

—Quite a while —Tammy answers now—. It's not like you two were great at hiding.

—Wait, you three knew? —Mark looks at my sister confused.

—I knew you had something going on when you showed up in the training and went straight to her —Soo answers, looking back at us—. And the other day at the hospital it just confirmed it for me.

I sigh deeply, feeling my heart rate going back to normal.

—I knew about it last night —Mel puckers her lips—. I left something in the pub, and when I was returning there, I saw you two making out.

—I didn't know at a particular moment —Tammy shrugs—. When you were mad, she was mad. When Y/n was back at talking about the mysterious guy, you were back at talking about the mysterious girl. You also kept staring at each other whenever you were in the same place... I didn't know you were dating, but it was obvious there was something going on.

—Wait —Mark says—, so you are the one I saw this morning?

I close my eyes, wishing he hadn't brought that up. Y/n's head rests on my shoulder as she nods slowly. And thank god no one talks about it more than it should be talked about.

—I can't believe you didn't tell me —I hear Soo's voice, forcing myself to look up and finding her walking to Y/n—.But oh my god, you two look so cute together —she comes to hug her.

—Soo, you'll scare her away.

And while I was trying to sound repressive, I smile big when she hugs Y/n tight and also raises her thumb to let me know everything is going well.

Y/n looks calmer and more relaxed as I look at her from afar, while waiting for my drink. We should've done this way sooner.

—Kook, it's been a while since I've seen you around —Brooke gets my attention.

—I've been coming quite often, just not when you are around —I simply state.

—Are you still mad about what happened?

—You mean when you took a picture of my girlfriend without her consent, and tried to play a narrative that was convenient for you? —Brooke's lips tremble at my tone— Yes, I'm still mad. You crossed a limit you shouldn't have crossed. Just be thankful I didn't tell Tae what you do instead of working.

When the other waiter hands me my beer, I walk back to where our group of friends are sitting, wrapping my arm on Y/n's shoulder and kissing her temple to make her aware of my presence.

I was dying to act like this.

—Everything okay?

—Everything okay, babe —I answer.

Later into the night, she and Mel go together to the bathroom, and it's when Soo approaches me excitedly. I knew she was waiting for the perfect timing.

—You're so cute together —she shakes my arm—. My little brother is so in love —I move away when she pinches my cheek—. Now, seriously. I'm really happy for you two —she assures me—. And I really hope you two last for as long as possible. I want to go to a wedding.

—You might go to a wedding —I mutter, taking a sip of my beer.

Before Soo can even ask what I'm talking about, Mel comes back to the table by herself, something that makes Soo and I ask about Y/n.

—She's asking for a refill.

We both look over our shoulders to where Y/n is, and we both are well aware of what's going on between her and Brooke. I don't need to look at my girlfriend to know, it's enough with Brooke's intimidated expression.

—No wonder she's your girlfriend —Soo breathes.

—That's my girl —I shrug.

—Good for her though. It was about time someone put a stop to Brooke.

I frown at Soo's comment, making her almost choke on her drink when she tried to explain herself.

—You were the only one who didn't notice how she threw herself at you constantly —she rolls her eyes.

When I look back at the counter, Y/n is already making her way back to the table with a satisfied smile.

—I just cleared some things up —she simply answers when I ask her what happened.

I smile proud, bringing her closer to me to give her a kiss on her shoulder. Yep, this is indeed my girl.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 3

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Warnings: Dirty talk, vaginal sex, oral sex (female and male receiving)

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Y/n stopped when she saw that same man she kept messing with back on the main stage, the same man she was teasing thinking it'd lead to nothing.

But there he was.

Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the bed, a glass of whiskey on his left hand as he waited for Love to close the door behind her and let all those teasing games turn into something. Something that'd be aimed at him only, and no one else. But he saw something completely different than what he expected: she was nervous, and probably acting a bit clumsy, too, as she closed the door and looked at him.

It annoyed her so much to be feeling that way, to see all her tricks and experience enabled by the man that was sitting in front of her. She couldn't understand why she was feeling the same way she did the first weeks she started working in the club. All her confidence, all her power... all gone because that imponent and possessive gaze was too attractive not to feel instantly attracted to it.

And if she thought her attitude would scare him away, she was wrong. Jungkook kept his eyes on her, analyzing each one of her expressions and moves, and only being more turned on by the way she genuinely seemed into him.

He loved power, and he had the upper hand with her.

—Dance for me —he finally spoke—. Finish your show.

Her brows frowned momentarily, before she finally nodded.

Jungkook didn't care about any music, he didn't care about anything else but seeing her slowly get naked in front of him. He really doubted he was even going to fuck her after she was done with her show. While Y/n was trying to focus on the music playing back in the club, trying to guide her moves and get her confidence back, catching the rhythm through the drowned sound coming from outside.

Her body just moved by itself, her hips swaying the same way they did back on stage, but her eyes were screaming the filthiest thoughts that had ever crossed her mind -not only with a client, but with any other man in general. And Jungkook knew it, he saw the way she was craving for him when she straddled one of his thighs and started rolling her body. Moving one of her hands to her back, she finally unclasped her bra again, this time getting rid of the fabric by letting the straps fall from her shoulders first.

Those beautiful rounded tits were almost perking on his face, yet he managed to keep his eyes on her face, one of his hands supporting his body on the mattress and the other still holding the cup.

She snatched that glass away from his hand, and carefully she touched him first, adding some pressure on his cheeks so his lips would part slightly and she'd be able to pour the golden whiskey in his mouth. And she felt so confident and sure while keeping her eyes on his pink lips, that she regretted giving one look to his dark eyes. Her hand shook as she was moving the glass away, pouring some of the liquid out of his mouth. Still totally in on what she was doing, she took her tongue out and licked the drink from his jaw and chin, tasting the sweet liquor mixed with the salty taste of his skin.

Anyway, he remained completely still, which frustrated her a lot. And made her feel like probably he wasn't into her enough. For the first time in three years, a client wasn't touching her when she desperately wanted to feel his hands on her.

Determined to change that, she left the glass on the floor and moved her legs in between his, spreading his thighs by pushing them with her palms just to grind her ass against the growing bulge in his crotch. Her pussy throbbed in her panties, and she was sure he was able to smell her arousal the same way she was.

He saw her body slipping to the ground slowly, kneeling in between his legs while her hands traveled in the opposite direction on his pants, thumbs and index fingers getting too close to the boner he kept trying to contain.

She was focused on the complicated zip of his gray trousers, finally managing to move it down and unbutton them under his attentive gaze. And he allowed her to take them off along with his boxers. He was just letting her do what she wanted, despite thinking he wouldn't fuck her that night. But maybe a blowjob would be fine.

That smirk of hers when he lifted his hips to help her get rid of his underwear literally made him twitch, and he painfully throbbed in her hand when her slender fingers surrounded the base.

That nervousness from the beginning was long gone. That woman on her knees in front of him was looking straight into his eyes with confidence, as she rubbed her red lips on the tip, leaving her lipstick printed there.

Those kitten licks with the tip of her tongue all over his shaft, tracing each one of his veins, while she was giving him such "Fuck me eyes" was drawing the last straw for him that night.

For the first time that night, he landed a hand on her face, stopping her tongue from twirling again around his tip, collecting the precum that she kept leeching off him.

—Unless you want my cock stuffed in that beautiful mouth of yours and ruin your throat, you better suck it now —he said under his breath—I won't be gentle with you otherwise.

No teasing, no jokes. He was deathly serious with that command. Jungkook was close to losing the last bit of self control he had that night, and he wasn't worried at all about losing it all on her at that exact moment.

A low groan left his pierced lips as he felt her warm mouth wrapping perfectly around him, some spit rolling down his shaft that she managed to use to lubricate him while moving her fingers on slow moves around him. And while she thought that pleasurable throb in her clit would stop as soon as she took him in his mouth, he started making those sounds that made her pussy clench around nothing.

Giving head was one of the things Y/n hated the most in her job, but sucking him off, feeling his fingers tightening around her locks with every move of her mouth and that sexy expression of his with his eyebrows slightly frowned and his eyes closed... she'd be doing this for free if she had to.

She moved constantly, trying to find the right way to rub herself without using her hand while her mouth moved faster and deeper on his cock, the gagging sounds almost blocking the moans from coming out when the right friction ran through her body like an electric shock. And that soft and barely audible sound made him lose everything he had left.

Jungkook moved her away, a thin line of spit still connecting him to her mouth, just so he could look at her in the eyes.

—You want to moan, don't you? —he slid his thumb over her lips, cleaning the remaining saliva while she nodded— Speak. I want to hear your voice.

—Yes.

Shit.

And that was probably his worst decision, because her voice sent vibes straight to his cock, making him painfully hard while springing free.

Jungkook held her arms, throwing her on the bed as he wasted no time to get rid of the rest of the set she was wearing. His thumb ran through her slit, finding her so deliciously wet he wanted to clean every drop of her arousal, even if it took him hours.

But he didn't want to be gentle. His mouth moved straight to her clit, as if a magnet was attracting him to it. She felt relieved and tense at the same time, as his tongue swirled around her needy button to drive her nuts with the minimum effort. Too deep into the pleasure, her fingers digged in his slicked hair to the sides, making a mess of his hairstyle as she moved her hands forward to the back of his head to keep him that close to hear, causing some of his short locks fall on his forehead and some others tickle on her lower belly as Jungkook worked on her.

Two fingers stuck deep in her pussy, curling up to find the sweet spot, while his thumb made circles on her clit, as he just kneeled there, seeing her body squirm from pleasure, from that orgasm that he was close to give to her.

—You're gonna cum on my hand? Huh? —he encouraged her— You're gonna make a mess for me like a good girl?

But Y/n was too busy trying to keep her shit together, as her body was more lost in her senses and his hand. She was too far gone.

He lowered his head, sinking his mouth on her pussy just to taste her one last time before he finally stood up and walked away from her. She whined when she felt empty again, curious to follow his steps only to see him taking one of the condoms from the nightstand. Jungkook threw the light wrapping on her belly, letting her open it as he started taking off the last piece of clothing remaining in his body.

Fully covered now, she felt his rough hands manhandling her on the mattress, letting her body rest in the middle before he tried to join her. But Y/n wasn't in for games, not at that point of the service and after being edged that way.

Her warmth welcomed him so easily with barely any effort on his side, wrapping around him perfectly. She kept lowering down slowly, getting used to being stretched out by him, molding to him the best way she could and wishing she'd get used to his size faster so she could give him the ride of his life.

Fully in, she started moving her hips up and down smoothly, feeling every inch rubbing against every spot inside her.

Usually, it was just in and out, it was never that intense and she'd have never thought she'd be pleased to tease a client the way she was teasing him in that moment -moving her hips back and forwards with him fully inside. Some faster moves, just to stop suddenly again and change the pace to a slower killing one.

She was enjoying every wrinkle on his face as he tried to hold back -forcibly- from getting more pleasure than what she was willing to give to him. What Y/n didn't know is that she was playing with someone that didn't like games, and only wanted to win -the reward being the most mind-blowing orgasm she ever had.

Jungkook sat up, keeping her in place with his hands on her hips.

—Had fun? —he asked with a twisted smile— Because now it's my turn.

It sounded more like a threat, and that turned her on even more. If he hadn't made her body fall to the mattress, she'd have jumped on it herself. Jungkook placed himself in between her legs, and kissed her. Tongue twirling around hers while he moved his tip in circles on her clit, her legs automatically spreading more with every touch and her hips moving up demanding more.

He wasn't gentle, he warned her. He moved deep in with just one thrust, and moved inside her hard and deep, reaching to where their bodies allowed him to.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook finally moved back to be able to have full control of her body and his own moves. Those dry and hard thrusts soon turned into a fast drilling that would make her lose control of her own body and her senses.

—Has anyone else ever fucked you this good? —he asked, confidence radiating with every syllable— Look at the mess you're making on my cock and you haven't even cummed yet.

—You're so... fuck —her eyes rolled to the back of her head as soon as his thumb started making circles on her clit—. Your cock feels so good.

It wasn't forced, she didn't say it to please his ego. Y/n was genuinely desperate for him and his cock, and the orgasm he kept taking away from her as soon as he felt her pussy clenching around him.

She tried to be the one circling her clit with two of her fingers, but he stopped her hands on her belly, pressing her wrists against her skin as he kept them in that place with just one hand. He meant it when he thought he was going to be the one ruining her, and not the other way around.

—Please —she whimpered, done with him stopping his moves whenever he felt her orgasm approaching.

—Please what, doll? —his free hand held her jaw, forcing her eyes on him.

—Let me cum —she asked with a shaky breath.

Jungkook smirked, tracing her lower lip with his thumb. But Y/n was going to be a big tease even when she was the one to lose, sticking her tongue out so the tip would be in contact with his digit. He played with his lip ring, her attitude being the last straw before he sank his thumb in between her lips, letting her suck it and taste herself as he buckled his hips at a frenetic pace.

All of her senses fully concentrated on his cock and how he managed to rub against that right spot with every thrust, feeling her legs weak when her orgasm finally fell upon her, running through her body, from head to toe.

Jungkook kept moving into her a few times, stopping balls deep in her pussy when he finally came, groaning like a wild animal when he finally spilled his seed in the condom.

Their bodies covered on a thin coat of sweat, their fast breathing, and the sticky liquid on both of their crotches were just a remark of what a good fuck that was.

While Y/n was still in bed, trying to process what happened, he started getting ready to leave. And when she started being a bit conscious of her surroundings, she felt something falling on her belly.

Five hundred euros in one hundred bills.

Aware of her confused look, Jungkook simply lifted his hand and tucked his black shirt inside his pants.

—It's for you.

Jungkook didn't say anything else before leaving, and it's not like she wasn't used to that. But it was totally different to get it from a regular service, and have it to give it back to Lopes, than having all that money for herself only after that crazy sex.

Who the hell was that man?

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 4

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Y/n woke up that morning as she usually did. Cleaned her room, got a shower and prepared breakfast for Jorge and Carla -who were getting ready for their respectives day as well.

—How was work last night? —Jorge casually asked, while he sipped on his coffee.

Memories from a few hours back kept replaying in her head. His possessive gaze, his safe grip on her wrists as he fucked her however he wanted... and how he left her wanting more. Even more than what he gave her.

—Nothing interesting —she shrugged, drawing the conversation back to the little lie she formed to protect herself and them—. Rich mommy kids acting entitled because they think they own everything.

Of course Jorge didn't know about her job. She wasn't sure whether he'd judged her for her decision of working in that club, but she for sure didn't want to risk it. Not to mention his poor heart condition and the consequences that information could have. Jorge was better off thinking she was working at a club serving drinks.

—Fucking pricks —Carla shook her head.

—Language —Jorge scolded her, smacking her forehead with the rolled newspaper he had in his hand.

Obviously he didn't hit her hard, but it still made his daughter pucker her lips annoyed, knowing she's heard worse words on TV during lunch time. But probably she wouldn't be getting scolded now if she hadn't insulted someone from her advanced math support class.

—You better apologize today —Y/n warned her—, with your classmate and your teacher. Using someone's dead family members to curse them isn't right. And even less because he got one answer right.

—He stole my answer.

—I don't care —she stopped her—. Just admit you did something wrong and move on.

When Jorge welcomed Y/n into the family, she was eighteen and Carla was only ten. She was still just a kid. With time, she grew out to be an older sister for her, with all the responsibilities that came with it. She picked her up from school, went to school meetings because Jorge wasn't able to attend while being hospitalized, helped her to study... That's why it wasn't surprising Carla listened to her and simply nodded when Y/n was planning to have the last word to set the discussion to an end.

After finishing breakfast, the youngest one left for school while they were left picking up everything on the table. At least it was like that until Y/n basically forced Jorge to sit down and let her do everything.

—Thank you —he said, not moving his eyes away from her.

—It's the least I can do —she pointed out, still doing the dishes.

—No, it's not —he sighed—. You help Carla with everything, you worry about my medicine and doctor appointments, bring money to the house...

They had that same conversation way too many times through the weeks. It's been that exact same discussion ever since she settled in his house and started working to help him pay the rent. And the conversation got a more serious note after he came back home after the heart attack.

—And you saved my life —she smiled, sitting next to him—. I still owe a lot to you.

—I did what anyone else would've done —he pinched her chin fondly.

Not really though. Her parents didn't, so why would she think it was normal for a stranger to pick her up from the streets and help her to this day?

It made no sense at all. But whatever it was, she had clear she'd be forever thankful to everything he has done for her.

Later in the morning, Y/n found herself buying food she never thought she'd be buying if it weren't for that tip she got last night. Shellfish, veal, fresh vegetables and fruits... And she still had some more money left. Actually, she still had more than half of the money that client gave her.

And she was so close to leaving the superstore, until she saw the technology department and she remembered Carla ranting about needing a new laptop, because hers would get lagged every five minutes -not a surprise though, she got that from a friend in the club that didn't need it anymore. Actually, she was lucky enough to actually get it to work.

Y/n didn't know how many times she'd be given that amount of money again, or how many times she'd be given the chance to make them two happy with a good lunch and a new laptop -that actually was new.

She left the store with two bags full of food and a small laptop box, and knowing she wouldn't be able to get on a bus with all that stuff, she called a cab with the remaining amount she managed to keep.

Whoever that client was, gave her the fuck of her life and the best amount of money to spend on the people she cared for the most.

Too bad he was one of those rare cases and she wouldn't see him again.

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Jungkook was sitting on the balcony of his hotel room, trying hard to focus on something else that wasn't the girl from last night. He'd tried to keep his mind busy with business, but his hard cock always reminded him his mind was still on what happened the previous night. And those new pics of her, taken from a safe distance, weren't of help. She was wearing a simple outfit: black jeans, white t-shirt and a denim jacket; but he could swear seeing her in those clothes and with her real hair on display, made him want her even more.

—She lives with a man and a girl —Yejun pointed out—. Guess they're her uncle and cousin, by what her neighbors told us.

—Anything that could be harmful?

—No —he shrugged—. But it's not like a morning could give away enough who she actually is. To get real answers, I need to do a follow up for a bit longer.

—It's alright —he looked at every picture carefully.

It amazed him how, although he did everything he could to her, he still found himself thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her body. He found himself imagining how her breathless voice would sound while moaning his name, at least once.

Pedro wasn't lying when he said she was one of his best girls. Tasted her, and he didn't want to be with anyone else.

Which actually made him think...

How many men would have the privilege to have what he experienced last night? To be looked at the same way she looked at him, to sink in her and feel her walls wrapping perfectly around them... It was messing with his brain to think about the possibility of somebody else being able to fully have her. And not only once, or twice...

—Yejun, postpone my flight.

—Postpone? —he almost stepped outside the balcony, but remained behind the window frame.

—I need to have one last meeting with Pedro —he informed.

—Should I inform mister Park as well?

—No —Jungkook lifted his hand—. But tell Seongho to call me.

Yejun was confused at those sudden commands from his boss. Postponing the flight was weird -especially coming from someone who only left the country because he was basically forced to. But he thought that maybe he'd want to spend more time with Jimin. But when he mentioned Pedro, and one of his lawyers instead, he showed himself totally lost on what Jungkook could be doing on his own.

Bowing, Yejun got himself deeper in the room to be in contact with both men, and also canceled the flight they were supposed to be taking that night to postpone it to the next evening.

A few hours later, Jungkook was heading to have lunch with Pedro, while Seongho was still working on all the paperwork that he was told to get ready for the night. The bearded man was surprised to see his new partner there, when he was first assured they'd barely see each other after the previous night's meeting.

But there he was.

Jungkook was sitting at one of the tables, placed in the corner of the terrace of the expensive restaurant. One leg crossed over the other, one hand on his lap and the other on the table, playing with the napkin as he focused on the rays of sunshine shining bright on the sea.

—Mister Jeon —Pedro greeted him with a smile, getting his attention—. What a delightful surprise.

Just lifting his hand and pointing to the free chair in front of him, he invited the bearded man to join him for lunch.

—Was there anything left to discuss last night?

—Actually, yes —Jungkook finally shifted his eyes back to the man in front of him.

—I'm all ears.

He thought about how he'd introduce the fact that he was so hooked on Love that he didn't want to share her with anyone else, even if he wasn't going to see her as often. Or probably he would. It depended on how he played his cards.

—I want one of your girls to be included on the deal.

At first, Pedro cackled, thinking Jungkook was kidding or had a better offer to be demanding something like that, but his serious expression just confirmed how serious he was about that.

—I heard she was good, but that good? —he lifted his eyebrows surprised— I know you think your dick is big enough to demand something like that from me, but don't forget who has the upper hand here.

—You made me come here, although the deal was sealed days ago with Jimin —Jungkook squinted his eyes, still showing himself as peaceful as he could be—. You made me waste my time. I showed you how deep into this business I am, and I'll be expanding your distribution route... I think the least I deserve is a souvenir for this trip.

—And Love is that souvenir? —Pedro puckered his lips.

—You can have her working there, you can even use her as a dancer —Jungkook tilted his head—. But she's exclusive, she's mine from now on.

Giving him a challenging look, Pedro just smirked at that idea. He had a lot of girls to rely on anyway, and that girl wasn't even one of the best for him -especially when he started hearing the rumors that she was planning on leaving soon -as soon as she got money to pay for some extra things. Giving Jungkook something that he knew would be temporary, wouldn't only earn more trust but would also tighten the relationship between them.

He'd be the winning party on that.

—Good luck on getting her to agree —he finally pointed, giving a sip to his cup of wine.

—Don't worry about that —he shrugged—. I know she will. You should just worry about not letting anyone else put their hands on her while I'm away. The responsibility will be all yours if that ever happens.

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Lopes sneaked his head through the door as the girls started getting ready to hunt some men to please. All of them, including Y/n, were ready to move their bodies on the pole and full some dudes' ears with empty promises and flattery.

The dressing room was usually a mess, full of makeup, wigs and women running around half naked or with their costumes unzipped. But that day especially, it was even worse. The arrival of a new girl, who barely spoke their language -like most of them when they came here-, got them all nervous about the situation. At least, this time, the girl seemed of age.

But Y/n still wondered what brought her here. And considering she seemed like someone from the East of Europe, that barely spoke their language -and the few words had a strong russian accent-, she knew that girl wasn't there by choice. And was probably being fooled into believing she'd get all the legal needed documents to live there.

If only she knew there were girls in here, like Anya, that have been reduced to this job for more than six years...

—She'll be taking someone's place —Amira mentioned, making Y/n turn to her—. Apparently one of us will be sold to someone else.

It was the simplicity in which the auburn mentioned that detail that made her turn to her confused.

Yes, Y/n herself was fooled into believing she'd be earning fast money when she was desperate, but that was still her choice. She knew of other girls that were kidnapped and auctioned off so they'd end there. Or, like Anya's case, fooled into believing she'd be getting a better future after working there. The idea of being sold to someone, just being treated as an object or a piece of meat, disgusted her. But it was what they were for all those men.

Trying to comfort her, Amira placed her hands on her shoulders and pressed lightly, trying to recomfort her for what was to come.

At that point, any of them could be the one leaving.

—Love, room eleven.

She looked confused. She didn't have time to expose herself or show the black lace lingerie set she was wearing under the sexy secretary costume she chose for that night. But when she was going to ask about it, Lopes was already gone.

He gave her the information, and now she only had to go there and deal with whatever middle-aged man was waiting for her.

Unconsciously, her high heels rubbed against the floor constantly, as she dragged her body to that room again.

Was that going to be the new place where she would work?

Her heart dropped to her pussy when her eyes laid on that same fine man from last night. The ticklish feeling on her belly every time she remembered the previous night intensified as she closed the door behind her. And mentally she was thanking every possible god, even those who didn't exist, for giving her that experience not once, but twice. When she touched herself last night, she genuinely thought that was going to be the only way to remember vividly everything that happened. But she was wrong.

Jungkook could almost feel his cock tensing in his pants when she showed up wearing a short tight skirt and a vest that put her cleavage on full display.

He'd have fucked her as soon as she crossed the door if it hadn't been for the contract that was waiting on his back. He also thought it was funny how she tried to act with confidence, when her eyes were shining with excitement as soon as she was aware of his presence.

—Coming back for more? —she raised her thin eyebrow, walking to him.

—Coming back for you —he replied with a deep voice.

But before Y/n could walk closer to him, he separated their bodies with a pile of sheets divided into two, full of characters -half in a language she didn't understand, and the other half in Spanish.

"Service agreement" just reading those two words, made her raise the contract and ask with her eyes what was going on.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 2

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook was sitting in his private jet, one leg crossed over the other as he thought deep about the conversation he had with Namjoon earlier that morning before he headed to the airport.

Namjoon was always the one requested to do these meetings overseas, even if Jungkook was the one used to control and manage territories. Out of the two, Namjoon was better with words and communicating, and Jungkook was better at managing those deals from afar. He was better at analyzing and controlling everything. It always worked that way.

But not this time.

That Spanish dude wanted him, he requested his presence specifically. No one else's. And while it probably was a way to check what they're willing to do to set some deals there, he couldn't help but set all his alarms and get his men to work.

—Jeon —Yejun called his name, walking to him with a beige folder in his hand—, this is what I could collect about Pedro —the long haired boy sat in front of his boss.

Uninterested, Jungkook opened the folder, going through each one of the sheets inside -several pictures in public spaces and glam parties. While he tried to read what was displayed on the sheets, he heard Yejun summing up the information out loud.

—There doesn't seem to be anything suspicious on him wanting you to fly out of Korea —he informed—. That asshole is too proud, so probably he just wants the satisfaction of getting what others didn't. I guess he wants to make sure how serious you are about earning a territory there.

Jungkook nodded, placing his cap properly again before letting his whole body rest on the comfortable white seat. His thumbs playing against one another, surrounding each other as he tried to think about something else when the jet was getting ready to set off.

—Do you want a sleeping pill?

He just shook his head, mumbling a negative sound without opening his eyes. Yejun was one of the men he trusted the most, that wasn't part of the group of seven -that now were distributed around the globe. He trusted those other six men the same way his father trusted their parents. Out of their group, he only trusted his bodyguards enough to leave his safety on their hands -although never totally.

His father made sure to teach him that, in their business, no one was completely trustworthy, and it didn't matter if they saved your life once, they'd always turn their backs at you if somebody offered more money than you. Probably that was the reason why he spent his time in between Seoul and Busan by himself, always keeping some safe distance between him and anyone who didn't belong to Bangtan -including any woman.

He trusted Yejun enough, just a safe amount to be relaxed, but not that much not to be on alert. Although sharing that small space gave him not much of a choice but to trust him, along with every single person that was flying with them.

And probably that was one of the reasons why he went through it without sleeping for more than twenty hours.

They landed in the airport of Palma de Mallorca at ten in the morning. He didn't pay much attention to it, or at least tried to keep his discreet aura while he was there, but that place was a joke compared to Incheon. Probably why a person, fully dressed in black, surrounded by bodyguards was getting everyone's attention there.

He put his sleeves down, hiding his recognizable tattoos as he made his way outside of the airport. meeting with a convoy of black cars with tinted windows as he crossed the big doors.

Yejun sat next to him in one of the big trucks in the middle, making sure his boss -who hasn't raised his sight ever since they landed- was safe on their way to the hotel.

—I'll stay in the hotel until it's time for the meeting —Jungkook informed him.

—You won't meet mister Park first?

—No.

Without saying a word, the long-haired man simply nodded. After working with him for four years, he barely knew him -which didn't surprise him. Even before he had to take over his father's place, Jeon Jungkook was quiet and reserved. Probably raised that way ready for moments like these.

And maybe it was better that way. And safer for the two of them.

Eight hours later, Jungkook was getting ready in his hotel room, now dressed on a full black suit that he kept checking out while looking at his reflection in the mirror. He bothered to come this far, he needed to be at the same level of the meeting.

He saw Jimin waiting for him downstairs, surrounded by his men as he stood in front of one of the cars. Looking at him in the distance, Jungkook reminded himself how lethal and merciless he could be when the time came -a personality totally opposed to his delicate looks and his neat blond hair dye. Something similar happened with Hoseok. Taehyung, Jin and Namjoon on the other hand were as intimidating on the outside as they were on the inside. With Yoongi being completely different. Looking rough and twisted on the outside, just to be the one with the most patience and mercy out of the seven of them.

—Kook, you stood me up today.

—If you had closed the deal as you were supposed to, we'd have a reason to celebrate something —he cut his friend up as he walked to the car.

Those dry words made Jimin gulp heavily, making him aware of why Jungkook was there and reminding himself those weren't holidays for him.

—We are going to one of his restaurants —Jimin casually said, as the car started moving—. But knowing him, he probably will move the negotiation to one of his clubs near here. He loves bragging about his girls.

Instantly after getting to the high level restaurant near the beach, they both were led to a private room upstairs. There, a bearded man was waiting for them, sitting behind the wide table -where two free chairs were waiting to be occupied. He slid his fingers, full of rings, over his slicked back hair, surprised to finally see Jungkook in front of him.

—The man of Korea —he stood, walking to the two men that were standing close to the door.

—Out of Korea —joked Jimin.

Snapping his finger to point at him with a funny look, Pedro stopped in front of them, looking at Jungkook as if he was one of the rarest things he's ever seen in his life.

—This is the kind of dedication I love —Pedro palmed Junkook's upper arm, making him move slightly.

That sudden touch annoyed him, tempting himself to give him a deathly look until he reminded himself where they were and why he was there.

—Do we eat and later get to business?

—Actually —Jungkook spoke—, I'd rather get to business, and eat later.

Nodding while twisting his mouth, the man ended up smiling and offered the free seats to both Jimin and Jungkook. Both of them sat, Jimin smiling nervously while Jungkook kept his serious expression as long as possible.

—You want to work here, you want to distribute and take some part of gambling and shit... —Pedro summed up— I already know that, so let's skip to what interests me —he laid his back on the backrest of the black wooden chair, while playing with the gray hairs at the end of his beard—. What am I getting in exchange for letting you do that?

—Opioids —Jungkook mentioned—. Heroin, codeine, methadone... Having this place as our territory would make it easier for you to get that type of drugs —getting on a more relaxing pose, he also laid his back on the backrest—. It'd be easier for you to move your coke further than this shitty island as well.

—How would you do that?

—Leave that to me, and just worry about counting the money I'll make you win —he replied cockily.

—Like I told you three days ago, we all will win something out of this —Jimin talked for the first time.

—I know —Pedro nodded slowly—. I just wanted to hear it directly from him —he pointed to Jungkook with his chin.

Jungkook was trying hard to hold back from tensing his jaw and showing off how pissed he actually was of being there. All of that trip was a waste of time, just made to please a grown asshole to get away with what he wanted.

Instead, Jungkook just showed a satisfied grin, knowing that man was in the palm of his hand. At least the deal seemed to be done.

—Now, to close the deal —Pedro started—, let's have something mallorcan for dinner —he stops—, and then let's go for the food.

He cackled at his own bad joke, having Jimin faking his laugh while he nudged Jungkook to get a fake laugh from him, too.

—I'm not into that —Jungkook quickly stepped back.

And it was true. He avoided being with anyone because of how distrustful he grew out to be, but he still managed to get in bed with some women he found attractive and special enough to share a night with them. A prostitute though... He hated the idea of fakeness and the lack of real intimacy between them. He liked the idea of making the other person desperate for him because he built it, and not because his wallet and an obligation did.

Jimin didn't take long to call Jungkook out, speaking in Korean so the man in front of them wouldn't be able to know what they were talking about.

—We've just closed a deal that's taken us months. Just go and sit at the fucking club, but don't fucking ruin this.

—Wow, speaking in a different language with someone else is bad education, Park —the Spanish man sang, redirecting the conversation back to English.

—Sure we'll go —Jimin finally said.

It was his last word. It was the last word for both of them. And while it bothered Jungkook, he knew Jimin was doing the right thing while forcing them to go to that type of club.

✸ ✸ ✸

As usual, Y/n got in the club later in the evening, covering her head with the grayish hood while sneaking herself through the back door so she could get directly to the dressing rooms.

—You're late —Amira, one of the oldest there, scolded her.

—I'm sorry —she apologized—. I had some problems at home.

Problems as in Carla getting in some trouble in one of her extracurriculars, after she insulted one of her classmates for getting the answer she got wrong right. And instead of going straight to work, she had to stop midway to have a talk with Carla's teacher and assure him it wouldn't happen again.

That kid really needed to learn how to control her temper.

—Well, hope you know what that means.

The pearl costume.

When she started working in the club, she soon realized there was one outfit in concrete no one liked to wear. That pearl costume was uncomfortable to dance to, and difficult to take it off. Not to mention the possibility of one of the beads ripping off and falling to the ground, while you're just swaying around with on 8 inches tall high heels -which usually also leads to the worst customers of the night.

She battled with every pearl, and every strip while she was trying to get dressed. Just to see herself reflected in the mirror of the dressing room, and realizing it was totally worth it with the way those pearls fell over her toned stomach. If only its beauty compensated with how difficult it was to dance with it...

—Did you guys know? —Tere entered the place with a nervous and excited smile— The boss brought two fine as fuck men.

She didn't understand why they all were so excited over those news out of nowhere, and she wasn't shy to voice her opinion.

—And what about it? —she kept doing her eyeliner— If Pedro brought them, it means two of us will be working for free tonight.

—I mean... —Joana scoffed— I don't think so.

—Then think so —Y/n interrupted her.

Lopes entered the room, looking around all the girls until his eyes met with Y/n's on the reflection of the mirror.

—Love, you're next —he informed, before he headed out again.

The irony in her name was ridiculous. Someone that wasn't even loved by her parents had that name. And she wasn't even sure why she thought of that stage name when there were cooler ones.

She sighed, looking one last time in the mirror before she placed the pastel coloured pink wig on her head and felt the fake locks caressing the exposed skin of her shoulders.

Peeking her head over the curtains, she saw three more girls still dancing in some poles around the club, while the main stage was getting lighted up and Dancer in the Dark by Chase Atlantic started playing. It was her call to get out there and dance.

Jungkook stood by the counter of the bar, feeling as looked up as the girls dancing in the poles until all the attention shifted to the main stage. She moved around the pole, almost like flying in the air around the metallic support until gravity made her reach the floor. Those pearls fell over her curves so gracefully it made him want his fingertips to take their place.

Something on the way she moved, something on the way she looked was totally different from the previous two girls he saw on that same stage. Or maybe, like the song said, it was that powerful look in her eyes.

While still kneeling on the floor, the metallic bar in between her legs as she rubbed her crotch against it, she started taking off the part of the outfit full of fake pearls, just leaving herself wearing a white lace set that got some of the men howling.

She stood up carefully, turning around the pole again so she was at the front part of it, spreading her legs while moving her torso in sync with the music. She wasn't looking for someone, she was only trying to move her hair away from her face, but that move made her fall on a pair of slanted eyes.

That man was looking at her attentively while she stood up again, and at some point it seemed like he was in charge of all the moves she made. It was as if she were dancing to him only by the way her eyes got fixed on him.

And she had no idea what she was doing to him. The fact that her eyes made him believe she was dancing for him only, made him possessive of her. Jungkook was craving every little piece of skin in her body, and he was going to have her. He was the only one enjoying her that night.

—I want her —he whispered to Pedro.

Jungkook's comment got Jimin looking at him confused, while Pedro simply cackled and patted his shoulder.

—Of course you do.

—I want her now —Jungkook cleared.

And he knew he said that right on time, because he dropped those words right when she was going to unclasp her bra in front of all those desperate men. Pedro turned to the bartender, gave him a look and the spotlight was turned off from the main stage and the song suddenly stopped, being replaced by the same roasty music that was playing before she showed up.

—Love is one of our best girls —he assured Jungkook—. You won't regret it.

In the backstage, Y/n fought with the hook of her bra as she was trying to understand what happened back there. The show turned out well, she managed to take off the difficult part of the set with no accidents... Then why did they decide to interrupt her show? It was like they were gatekeeping her from fishing a good customer.

—Love, room eleven —informed Lopes—. Special client on Pedro's behalf.

—What? —she asked, confused.

—Just hurry there —Philipa said annoyed—. You were lucky to skip the show and jump straight to the room.

And while she was right, that was something that never happened. The show was a way of "exhibiting" the merch they were offering. That's how Lopes explained it to her when she started working in the club three years ago.

She headed to room eleven, which was one of the biggest ones -and only given to those customers that could pay for it.

Her fingers held the warm methal, ready to see who the customer would be.

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 32

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

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Chapter Warnings: protected vaginal sex, public sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, teasing.

While Mark and I are getting the studio ready, leaving everything settled so we can leave earlier, my phone buzzes inside my pocket. Puckering my lips, I do my best at keeping my smile to myself when I notice it's a text from Y/n. Although my smile drops, and I lock the screen again fast when I open her chat and I'm received with a revealing pic of her in underwear.

—Are you alright? —he asks, frowning while looking at me.

—Yeah —I scratch my nape—, but I need to go to the bathroom fast.

Shrugging, he just goes back to his thing, while I just walk fast to the bathroom in the studio so I can check the picture better.

I know I started the teasing game when I sent him a selfie of me at the gym earlier this morning, but this is too fucking much. The way that lace set embraces the curve of her hips, and the way that pink bra just cups her breasts so perfectly... It makes me think of how good they'd look if they were cupped by my hands instead.

I chuckle nervously when I read the text she sent before, asking how it looks on her and whether she should wear it tonight or not. And, honestly, that question better be because she's going to show me herself how good that set looks in person.

She's a fucking tease, and that's all I can think about the rest of the day -even when I'm on my way to the gallery to support her on her first day.

It takes me a short second to make every thought disappear, as soon as I see her through the big windows that allow anyone to take a peek inside the wide place full of people. Her hair is up on a not-so-worked bun that allows some of her locks to fall on her face, although it still allows her bright face to stand out. And that dress she's wearing could cut anyone's breath. The green silk hugs to her body as if it was a second skin, although the skirt still flies in the air every time she moves or makes a quick turn.

—Stop drooling and get inside —Soo teases me.

I give her an annoyed look when she makes that comment, but she still leads me inside the gallery, holding me by my arm -it's for nothing though, because she soon forgets about me when she joins Mark and Tammy greeting Y/n when they come in.

Her eyes stop on me after I step inside, and all I can do is make sure my suit is completely fixed and my messy tail is still in place.

The rest of the night, I'm unable to concentrate on the different drawings and works that are displayed, I'm too focused on Y/n to care about anything else around me. I don't even care about how obvious I might be making it for all of our friends.

At some point, our friends are just gathered together in a corner, while taking the drinks we were offered. I join them, but it's only for a few minutes, until I see Y/n finally alone. Her exposed back attracts my fingers, as if I wouldn't be able to resist the softness of her skin on my fingertips. I trace her spine delicately, seeing her head slightly tilting to the side as soon as I touch her.

—You're a tease —I mention—. You aren't wearing the set you sent me this afternoon.

When she turns to me, she looks nervous. All that confidence she probably thought she had when she sent the pic is long gone. And I can't really tell what side of her I like more.

—I would've loved to take it off with my teeth, with you lying on bed the same way you were on that pic.

She gulps hard, while her cheeks lighten with a powerful red. Seeing her flustered was all I wanted at that moment. And, after getting it, I step back again and walk around the place as if that conversation hadn't happened.

If she wanted to play, she should've known I was all in for it.

I found myself quite unbothered about Jin being around her a few times that night. At the end of the day, he's her boss and also the owner of the gallery. Clearly, he'd talk to her to guide her on any doubts that could come up. And honestly, I didn't think there would be a moment where I would miss seeing Jin being around her instead of other guys.

She seems to be getting back at me for everything I've done when we all decide to go for a few drinks to celebrate her first day. Y/n is having fun, drinking and dancing with Tammy, but my mind clouds when a random guy shows up out of nowhere and takes Tammy's place. His hands are all over the place, and even dare to touch her skin directly on her exposed back cleavage. But when she turns and she's finally looking at me... Oh fuck, she knows what she's doing and how much it's bothering me. A smirk proudly appears on her face while her hips sway with him, as soon as she's aware of the way my fists are clenched on my pants.

She doesn't know that would end bad for her though.

After whispering something to his ear, the boy leaves and she's back with Tammy and Mel, lately joining us three on the table.

When we all leave, Soo insists on Y/n coming with me so I can take her home. I swear my sister is the least sly person in the whole world.

But it's obvious Y/n didn't have enough with everything she did back in the club, because her hands keep wandering all over my body while we're waiting at a red light. She goes from my chest to my stomach, and keeps going lower until she reaches the beginning of my pants.

I try to move my mind away from her hands. The last thing I want right now is a growing bulge in my pants, because I know how difficult it's to ride this motorbike with one. She knows it could only take me one slight move to give in, and I know she wants it just as much because she keeps pushing me to the edge. All thos revealing pics, all those "supposed" dates she had -that always ended up on a girl's gathering at night, all the double meaning comments and texts...

—If you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for the consequences —I whisper, turning my head slightly to her.

—What consequences?

She looks at me over her shoulder, giving me an innocent look while her hand keeps going up and down my thigh. She always gets near to my crotch, but never enough to be able to touch by herself what she's causing.

—I'll stop anywhere and fuck you raw. Like you've been looking for all night.

I can feel her grinding on the seat on my back, before her palm presses on my covered cock at the same time her tongue plays with one of my earrings.

—What's stopping you?

That's right. Nothing.

As soon as the red light turns green, I speed up while looking for the right place to hide, until I manage to see a dark alley.

I've been deprived from her for long enough to not care about how desperate I look, messily setting the stand while I wait for her to hop off the motorbike.

I'm not the only one needy though, because Y/n cups my cheeks and pulls me in for a sloppy and furious kiss, with our tongues messing with one another, trying to get as much of each other's taste as possible. One of my hands cups her ass, while the other is on her waist, helping her to hop on my lap.

There's no playing around from neither of us, and even less when my cock twitches inside my pants when I first slide my fingers through her slit and find her ready for me. While she unzips my pants, I blindly take out my wallet, trying to find by touch one of the condoms I always bring with me just in case. It's not like I've ever used it since I met Y/n, but now I'm thankful to have brought it with me.

After wrapping myself with the latex, and while I'm still kissing her, I lift her body, cupping her ass cheeks again, while she aims my tip to her warm core. Lowering her body slowly, filling her inch by inch until we're completely linked, a warm feeling covers my chest when she wraps around me so perfectly.

Even if we're in the middle of a shitty alley, this has to be one of the best moments of my life.

I try to make her move, denting my fingers on her skin, but she just stays in that position, moving her hips in circles while her tongue teases all the soft spots in my neck and ear.

—What do you want?

—Cocktease... —I chuckle nervously— Don't try to make me beg, because I want to fuck you stupid the same way you want my cock buried deep down your cunt.

And I know I'm right when her pussy clenches tight around me after that comment.

I go dizzy by the way she moves on me while she's making my head do rounds during the kiss. It's giving me a hard time desperately trying to keep those groans and moans in my throat. And while I love every move she makes, I still need more.

—Babe —I stop her movements.

She slowly stops, wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a concerned look as soon as she hears my voice.

—You're doing great, but I really need to fuck your brains out right now —I kiss her chin—. Turn around.

As much as I love feeling her that way, the constant sound of cars and the sudden whistle of a horn brings me back to reality. We're still in the middle of the street, fucking, because we were unable to hold it to ourselves any longer, we should end it before we get caught. Although I'm still planning on taking my time when we're back to her -or my- place.

She hops off, but hops back on in a reversed direction, her back facing me while she holds onto the handlebar. I move her body, positioning her in a way that could be comfortable for her while lifting her dress and my blazer to expose her ass. I slide her panties to the side, the most I'm able to so I can rub my tip on her entrance again.

I slide in slowly, inch by inch again so she can get used to my size. It takes me a sigh from her to move just the way I was planning to, pounding into her as if cumming was a live or die thing, too focused on the way she feels hugging me tight to even care about anything else.

—Nobody else will fuck you like this, baby. I'm the only one that can make you feel this good —I groan, after bending down over her body.

Just like I want to reach my high, I want her to reach hers. That's why I cup her hips and lower them, while also making her back arch a bit more. On the next thrust, her hips are colliding against the sit, and I know her clit is also throbbing against the leather when some moans escape her lip, forcing me to cover her mouth with my hand.

—You know I love your moans, but save them for later —I excuse myself.

I can still hear the pleasure sounds that come from her though, drowned by my palm, while the squeaking sound of her pussy milking me is barely audible while I pound into her. A few seconds later, a familiar feeling runs over my spine and makes my hips buckle harder against her, feeling my release running over me without being able to avoid it.

But of course I'm not done yet.

I drag her on my lap when I sit back properly in my place, one hand still covering her mouth while the other rubs circles on her clit, feeling her whole body squirm and grind on me before her head falls back on my shoulder and a loud moan comes from her.

—You think I'm done with you? —I ask, two of my fingers grabbing her chin to force her to look at me— No, this was just the starter so you stop teasing me while I drive. I think you've had enough fun these two weeks. It's my turn.

I lovingly cap my hand on her thigh, trying to comfort her, while I see her still trying to recover from her high. Our lips are linked together again, but this time is softer and slower, just letting her know I'm there at the same time I place her underwear and clothes properly, doing the same thing with mine right after.

Once we're back in the lift of my building, it looks like we've been glued in that same position. And probably we would if we could. Although all of that stops when she's able to see her reflection in the mirror when we break the kiss.

—You, asshole, look at what you did.

—Should I kiss it better? —I raise my eyebrows.

Biting her shoulder was the only thing keeping me from moaning when I cummed in the alley. And I'm definitely not regretful of it.

We both try to get comfortable when we get to my apartment, with both of us taking our shoes off before I head to the kitchen to get something to drink. And her answer, to the question of what she wants right now, makes me cackle.

—You.

—Me? You want to drink me? —I walk in her direction again.

—I was trying to sound flirty.

Lifting her body, just to place it on the backrest of my couch, I start caressing her thighs, losing myself to the sensation of how warm she feels.

—You don't need to be flirty with me —I whisper on her lips—. You already got me wrapped around your finger.

Her dress is long gone at some point, and I'm finally able to see she did wear part of the lingerie she sent me -I was just too focused, and it was too dark, to be able to appreciate it back in the alley. That color suits her so much, it actually make sher look sexy and innocent at the same time.

My hands keep moving up over her torso, my fingers setting a burning trail in between her tits until I get to her jaw. They wrap around her skin carefully, holding her face before I kiss her in the softest way I've probably ever done. She traces my lip with the tip of her tongue, only because she wanted to lick that lip ring that makes her go insane. Maybe I should add a second one...

—You have no idea the pull you have on me —I move lower on her, following the trail of the caresses from minutes ago—. I've gone crazy these last two weeks.

The difference in the angle I'm seeing her plays ill with my mind, before I stop my mouth on her thong. She just lifts her hips, supporting her weight with both of the hands resting on the couch. Biting on her mound, I start to pull the fabric down her legs, getting rid of it. My lips start another trail of kisses, from her ankle to her inner thigh, soon filling my nostrils with the smell of her own arousal as I get closer to her core.

I give her a teasing lick on her clit, making her instantly arch her back and tighten her fists on the backrest, before I dig my tongue deeper between her folds. I just want to get a quick taste, before I'm standing up again, still spreading kisses all over her body. I cup her pussy with my palm when I'm finally standing up in between her thighs, two of my fingers teasing her entrance while my tongue draws circles on one of her nipples, switching from one to another.

—What do you want? —I ask, going back to her lips.

—Fuck me —she traces my tattoos with the tips of her fingers—. Make me regret these two weeks.

Oh shit, there's nothing I'd like to do more right now.

I take my clothes off, holding the packed condom in between my teeth while I try my best at getting naked fast. Y/n also helps me, unzipping my pants and lowering my underwear so my hard cock is already springing free against her inner thigh.

I slide in with just one move, head resting on hers while my hands hold her in her place. I don't go as fast as I did before, I want to taste every rub of her walls, every squeeze and every heavy breath as if they were the last ones.

—Keep your eyes on me —I command, getting ready to move a bit faster on her.

—Kook —she moans at the same time I move her body towards the edge of the backrest.

—Look at you right now —I breathe heavily—. Such a fucking mess for me.

And I'm so fucking in love with the view.

I recognize the look on her face, and the way her eyes are half closed while her lips are parted and accompanied by one moan after the other. The clear squeak sound of my cock filling her while my fingers rub her clit keep pushing her towards the edge, making her move her body as if she weren't able to do anything else.

—Uh-huh, see how good this pussy is taking me.

Her legs wrap tight around my waist, and both of her hands cup my face, looking at me deep in my eyes before she finally lets herself go with a high-pitched moan.

We are far from done.

I lift her in the air, legs still wrapped around my waist, after I got rid of my pants with a quick kick that sent them far. Although something changes while I make my way to the bedroom and set her on the bed.

The thought of somebody being able to see what I'm seeing, or even being looked at by her the way I am right now... How the fuck did I ever think I'd accept it? I want her, I need her; and I want Y/n to want me and need me just the same way, only me.

I fuck her slowly, sinking into her as if I tried to be able to pay attention to every single reaction of her body to me, trying to get drunk of her.

Fuck the deal, and fuck everything I thought would be right.

—I can't stand thinking of others seeing you like this —I admit, breaking the soft kiss we were in—. I want to be the only one making you go crazy with my hands, my mouth, my cock. I don't care —I bite her chin—. But I want to be the only one.

I need to be her only one.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 6

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook stood next to Yejun, who was trying to look for some kind of reassurance to everything that his boss made happen in a matter of hours. He knew his other six partners would hate the idea that Jungkook involved a human being into his deals, just to burst his ego a bit higher than it was days ago, but that confident and serious look he always had, only seemed to grow when she signed the contract.

With only a move of his head, pointing to the tattoo studio, Yejun understood he wanted him to go first to make sure everything was fine -and to leave them both alone as she stepped out of the car.

She was looking at the two men standing in front of her door, and once the long-haired one left, Y/n thought it would be safe to open the door of the car herself, meeting up with Jungkook again. He was still serious, a line forming with his lips, as he looked down at her and closed the car door.

—Why are we here? —she finally asked.

—Well —he tilted his head, looking down at her—, now that you're mine, you should be marked. I want to make sure you're reminded who you belong to, from now on, every day of your life.

She gulped thick again, seeing him turn around and head inside of the tattoo studio. The black shirt fitted into his body perfectly, almost being able to see his back muscles move whenever he motioned his arms. He had such power on Y/n, to the point that she almost forgot she'd be marked like a cow.

She remembered that part of the contract. "The server part would make visible she's now unavailable for anyone else, and make it accessible only for those who try to reach for a further carnal relationship with the server". But she expected a necklace, a chain... not a tattoo.

If she ever stepped back, or if he ever got tired of her, that mark would always be there. It's as if Jungkook wanted her to remember she once belonged to him.

And that was the exact reason behind it.

He could get tired of her, he could throw her away any time he wanted, but the fact that she was once his would never change. Every other man that came after him, and Y/n included, would always know that.

She stepped in the studio behind him, looking at Yejun with curiosity as he talked with a tattooed and pierced man, who was visibly taller than the two men that came with her. Yet the aura Jungkook transmitted made him seem the bigger and toughest one out of the three of them.

The two Asian men talked between them in Korean -Y/n supposed, since she learned through the contract he was living in Seoul-, and later nodded before Jungkook's black eyes were back on her.

—This —the long haired man said to the tattoo artist.

By the expression of confusion on his face, Y/n knew it'd likely be something she'd regret getting -although it wasn't something she didn't agree on beforehand. Jungkook later turned to her, and with a slight move of his head, he tried to make her move towards one of the rooms.

—In that place? —the tattoo artist asked.

—Yes —Jungkook nodded.

Y/n didn't really think it'd be as bad, or at least she tried to convince herself into believing it wouldn't be as bad. At least not until they both got inside the room, and the tattoo artist asked her to take off her t-shirt.

She was fine doing that, it wasn't like she hadn't ever gotten naked in front of a male. And she doubted it was his first time seeing a girl topless, until she turned around and found him with his back turned at her.

—Take off your bra, too —he asked.

With a frown on her face, she took her bra off and threw it next to her t-shirt, just to be told to cover her tits with her forearms, in a way she left some free space in the cleavage where he could be able to work without seeing anything from her. She didn't need to be too smart to guess what was the place that was going to be marked. Gulping thick, she thought of the many times she was told a tattoo in that part hurted like hell -it was one of the main reasons why she'd never get a tattoo, but there she was.

It was weird. But it wasn't like she wanted to oppose it either. Most of her thoughts were focused on the amount of money she'd be getting once all of that was done.

Resting her back on the tattoo chair, and trying to get comfortable on it, she finally told the tattooist she was ready for whatever thing he was told to draw on her. Always with her eyes settled on the black ceiling, she felt something cold pressed on her warm body, and not long after she heard the annoying sound of the machine getting started -and closer to where she was.

Five minutes later, her toes were curling with pain, while she tried her hardest to stay still and hide the fact that she wanted to run away from there. She'd gone through worse. That was nothing compared to it, it was only physical pain, temporary -or so she tried to convince herself.

It really felt as if someone was cutting her body in half -or, at least, her legs. She could feel the pain on every nerve from her chest to the tip of her toes. It was never ending.

Her arms and fingers were tensing on her chest and shoulders, accumulating all the tension from her body on those two spots. Her breathing got heavier and difficult, as she tried to manage to keep it calm and soft -so her chest wouldn't move a lot. Her whole focus was on how high she impulsed her chest with every breath, as if the pain would go away with that. It didn't go away, but it actually helped to make it vanish slightly.

Y/n was so concentrated on that, that she didn't realize Jungkook was there since almost the beginning, watching her taking the pain from the door frame of the room. Arms crossed over his chest, head slightly tilted, while he adored every bit of her body he was able to see.

He smirked when he was aware of her feet moving slightly with every trace the needle did on her skin, and he saw perfectly how she tensed her jaw and pressed her lips together to keep all that pain to herself.

He also knew it'd be easy to convince that tattoo artist to open up so late, Pedro made sure of it when Jugnkook asked for a good tattoo artist while they were having lunch. Of course, he didn't know he was planning on marking one of his girls -he just thought the Korean gangster would find it funny to get a cool tattoo before returning to his country.

Suddenly, the noise stopped, the vibration still going strong in her ears until it stopped completely. Eyes still on the ceiling, she only felt some stinging in between her breasts, until something cold made her back arch when being in contact with the open wound directly.

—You behaved so well —his deep voice praised her.

She recognized that voice almost in the same moment he said the first word. Jungkook took the place of the tattoo artist, and he was the one putting some cream over her new tattoo, looking at his own initials written in cursive with admiration.

His tattooed hand was spreading the lotion over each letter, while the thumb of his other hand cleaned all of the teardrops that started to drop from her eyes at some point. When he tried to move his right hand away, his fingers rubbed against the exposed skin of her breasts, making her squirm under his touch.

—I'll be waiting for you outside —he grinned.

The tattoo artist came back in, just to put over the tattoo a plastic that would protect her skin from anything else that could damage it. And without saying a thing, he moved his chair back and left the room again, not before telling her to get dressed.

It didn't seem like she was totally aware of what she was getting herself into. it just seemed like she was letting everything flow, because she thought it'd work in her favor at some point. It was a chance she couldn't waste by acting petty. It was probably once in a lifetime that she'd be able to get all that money without having to work.

Jungkook was giving her everything she could ever ask for: a better life. And she was in no position to take a step back, or move away from the deal they were making.

She wanted that. And the tattoo was only a small sacrifice she had to do, in order to get what she wanted.

It just worked like that in real life.

Jungkook looked at her, as she walked towards the car again. Her hands moved nervously at the height of her hips, when she let her fingers play with one another at the same time she looked around before getting in the car.

Her duality was insane. The confidence that radiated through every single pore of her body when she performed -or took her Love role- made it seem like she was another person compared to her attitude whenever she didn't have any wig on.

Her duality was driving him insane.

—Are you hungry? —he finally asked, when she got in the car next to him.

—I ate a few hours ago.

—I don't think I asked you that —he clicked his tongue—. Are you hungry? —he repeated the question.

—No —she finally said.

He knew she was lying.

Despite the pain, her stomach was starting a competition with the tattoo machine on what would let out the loudest sound. She also licked her lips and gulped hard with the mere thought of food just in that moment.

—I don't like lies, Y/n —he admitted, with a dark rhythm to his voice.

Nervously, she finally gulped again. Was she seriously that easy to read? Possibly yes, but it made her uncomfortable how he was able to tell everything that was going through her head without looking her in the eyes.

It was scary.

—Yes —she finally admitted.

—Good.

And talking in Korean again, he exchanged a few words with the long haired man that was driving the black car. With just a nod, he got Jungkook placing his back properly on the seat and looking through the window as he had been doing every single time they were in the car.

When they stopped in front of one of the most acclaimed restaurants in Mallorca, that late into the night, she knew he was tripping. There was no way that restaurant would be open for them. But she was proved wrong again when one of the waiters received Jungkook with a wide smile on his face.

The answer was obvious: money.

She clearly wasn't dressed properly for the occasion, he was. But it's not like it was important either way. She'd still be allowed to go in any way.

The restaurant was completely empty, with just a table in one corner of the establishment ready for them. As she was sitting, Jugnkook made a gesture to one of his bodyguards, telling them to keep some distance between them -since it wouldn't be necessary to have them all over their table while they were there.

—I already made the command —he warned her—. Do you mind it?

—No.

Although it heavily depended on what he asked for dinner...

It was a restaurant near the beach, the vibes of the place were already planned to settle the mood and the energy on their table was so strong it made her go dizzy. She was ready for the typical food cliche in those situations: oysters.

But she found herself eating her words again when a plate of steak was planted in front of her, followed by his plate shortly after and two cups of wine.

Jungkook showed no emotion while eating, he just cut and chewed on his food as if it was something he ate every day -and it was something he actually ate almost every day. While he had to find himself controlling his own body with every soft moan and eye rolling she did whenever she took a bite of her food. Y/n wasn't doing it on purpose, but she for sure was the biggest menace in that table in that exact moment.

—It's so good —she finally let out.

But that wasn't the end at all. Once they were done, and the waiter assured Jungkook their desserts would be on the way, he moved next to her. Another cliche was coming to her head: strawberries with whipped cream or chocolate, but she got it wrong again.

They both were served two pieces of brownie with vanilla ice cream.

She needed to stop trying to guess.

—Are you taking me home next? —she finally asked, interrupting his chewing.

—Next, I'm going to fuck you —no previous warnings, no foreplay, he just dropped those words as if had said the most casual thing without even looking in her direction—. I'm going to ruin your pussy so you don't feel like missing me when I'm away —he answered with a low voice, moving his sight slowly to her.

Those words made her thighs press tight against one another, as she tried to digest how sudden and out of nowhere that was.

—Is that okay for you? —he raised both of his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.

She had heard those words, and even worse, in her workplace. Out of it? She'd have slapped anyone who had dared to say that, but he made her be eager to do it. He got her hoping he'd ask for the bill so they'd leave as soon as possible.

—Y/n —he called her.

—Uhum —she nodded.

Holding back his smile, he finally was aware of the thin line of chocolate coating the lower line of her lip. Instead of just swiping the napkin or his thumb, he bent over her body, his warm breath burning her skin while he allowed her scent intoxicate his nostrils.

Her heart was pumping against her chest like crazy, her lips almost moving eager for the kiss. A kiss that never came. Because he moved back on his chair after sucking on that spot down her lip, almost making her moan right there.

It wasn't the time yet.

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 1

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

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7 months ago

The rhythmic sound of those knocks in the door, simulating the 20th Century Fox intro, gets on my nerves. Because I already know who's the person behind those knocks, and because he's been doing that every single time he's come over.

Why won't he fucking knock on the door like a normal person.

—I'm not home —I scream, resting my back on the couch.

—Just open the door —he whines.

I groan, standing up and walking to the door. I know Tae won't leave, even if I tell him to. He'll just stay here, being a pain in the ass until I give in and open it.

—You look horrible.

It's the first thing he says as his eyes land on me. And yes, I haven't looked my best in days -or weeks-, I've probably been wearing these pajamas for a little too long, and could be I haven't showered because my own smell isn't bothering me yet. But that doesn't give him the right to come here and tell me directly, especially when he's trying to come in. So, annoyed with his comment, I roll my eyes and push the door to close it again.

—I was just kidding —he stops me from closing the door—, kind of.

I sigh, done with whatever he's trying to say, but letting him in because I know he'll manage to get in anyway. Just a week ago he stood out of my door for three hours because I wouldn't reply to his texts nor answer his calls.

—Why are you here? —I mutter, walking to the couch again.

—I wanted to see you —he shrugs, following my steps.

—You saw me this morning —I sit on the couch—, when you went to the studio. And you also saw me when we went to get lunch this afternoon —I remind him—. Fuck, I see you more than Mark, and that says a lot.

—I wanted to see you... a lot of times —he adds—. Everyone's worried about you —he sits next to me.

—It's not like I'm going to kill myself for being alone —I chuckle, resting my head on the backrest.

—No, but you're a mess. Soo didn't want me to tell you, but she's preparing an intervention.

Of course. Why am I not surprised about my sister sticking her nose in my business. It'd be weird if she didn't.

—She knows you haven't met up with anyone.

I look at him in disbelief. We two are almost tied to the hip, but he's now saying I barely hang out with them. Does he want to move in with me or what?

—Forcing you to hang out with me doesn't count —he snaps—. Leslie is out there living her life, yet you're here, looking miserable for someone that doesn't deserve it. You're way better than her, and she didn't deserve you.

Taehyung is a good friend, he seriously is. But the fact that he's trying to cheer me up with those words, when not even three months ago he was crying and throwing up over a girl he dated for three weeks, is laughable. It's not the same situation at all.

And he knows it.

I dated Leslie for almost five years, we were living together, we were working together. And out of nowhere, I find out she's been cheating on me for months, using our bed. And instead of talking to me and trying to make things up, she left and now I have to get used to her not being around, not smelling her scent, not seeing her smile when she turns to me as soon as she wakes up...

I went from having everything to not having anything. Nothing at all.

—I wanted to marry her —I admit.

Taehyung interrupts his rant, a heavy silence growing among us. I feel his eyes on me, while my gaze is still fixed on the ceiling.

—I was going to ask her to marry me —I scoff—. I even booked a table at the most expensive restaurant, and reserved the diamond ring of her dreams... For nothing.

When I look at him, I see that look full of pity everyone has been glaring at me since it was known Leslie left me. The only reason why I don't care about being around Tae is because he was the only one that didn't look at me that way. Yet there he was.

—Don't look at me like that —I complained, pissed off.

—Like what? —he changes his tone— I can't look at you right now —he fakes a sob—. Your smell is blinding me... literally. If someone needs tear gas, they can just throw you out there and get the same result.

I let out a laugh, remembering why I tolerate him so much.

—Don't be an ass. It's not that bad —I smell my t-shirt.

—You have to be kidding me. You were wearing this same t-shirt this morning when you were working —he grabs the edge of my t-shirt—, and yesterday you were wearing the exact same one. When was the last time you showered?

—I don't know —I shrug again.

—She won't come back. And it doesn't matter how long you go without showering, or without meeting us. She left Mark and the studio, she left you... She's a selfish bitch. And don't look at me that way.

He points his finger at me when I lift my head, only to throw him a glare.

—I know how important she was to you, but you need to let it go —he stands up—. Go out, hook up with girls, give yourself a treat... —he lifts his eyebrows— And let's start today. Jimin is throwing a party at his place.

—I don't want to go.

—Either you go there, or I'll tell him to throw the party here. Your choice —he looks around.

He knows me so well, that he's aware he got away with what he wanted by the way I sigh and let my head fall back.

—Today will be your first day as a single man —he cheers, with a wide smile.

✸ ✸ ✸

Currently

I park my motorbike outside, next to the entrance. A wide smile forms on my face as I keep seeing people coming and leaving the pub, all looking sober enough to go for a second round to the nightclubs nearby.

—Hey, Brooke —I smile at the brunette behind the counter.

—Hey, cutie —she smiles at me—. What can I get for you?

I know it could be an innocent question for anyone else. It should be an innocent question. But the way she's looking at me, while licking her lips, gives that question a totally different meaning. Both of us know that if it weren't for her position here, I would've made a move on her the first time I saw her in the inauguration.

—Your boss —I reply—, and a beer.

She throws a wink at me. Brooke serves me the beer first, and walks away to look for Taehyung, where the hell he must be right now.

As I look around, I see some girls looking my way, and turning those small smiles to smirks as soon as they're aware I'm looking back. One blonde girl in concrete gets my attention, and seems like she's going to come my way, but stops. Soon I know the reason why.

—Kookie —he greets with a smile—, what brings you here?

—I was just passing by —I give a sip to my beer—. I wanted to see how it was going.

—Oh, so you're finally taking your responsibility as a partner?

—I'm not a partner though.

I only gave him the money I got from the ring I bought months ago. I wasn't counting on it anyway, so when Taehyung kept saying he wanted to open a pub -and only needed 5.000 dollars more, I saw it pretty clearly.

—For me you are —he shakes his head—. What do you think? —he opens his arm wide, referring to the whole establishment.

—It's good to see you're doing good.

Honestly, I haven't come here since the inauguration day. But I heard some people saying this was the new "It" place to spend a good time at night. And seeing the amount of people here, and waiting outside, I can tell they weren't lying. It's doing great.

—Are you still growing your hair?

—Hmm —I nod—. I won't grow it longer than shoulder length, but I like how it's looking.

We talk a bit more, but Taehyung ends up leaving when Brooke calls him on the other side of the counter. I stay in the same spot, enjoying my beer, looking around... Nothing deep until someone gets my attention.

She's sitting by herself at one of the tables, and she keeps looking around, her eyes scanning through every single person that's here. But it doesn't seem like anyone catches her attention, because she moves from one to the next one. Until her eyes finally meet mine. She's surprised to see me looking at her, but that doesn't stop her from looking. Her gaze doesn't leave me, and she tries to scan me the same way she scanned the others. The only difference is that this time she was caught, but she doesn't care, since her eyes go over my body with no shame.

I do the same. I scan every corner of her face, every curve... And I'm feeling tempted to move away from here, and take the first step.

She's playing a game I love. Who will hold the look the longest? And who will make the move first? And the new girl loses, her eyes drift from mine.

I turn to my glass, and take a quick look at all the liquors carefully placed on the showcase, going through all the names I'm able to read from my place. I'm focused on trying to read one of the names when I feel someone tapping on my shoulder.

There it is. I knew she would give in first...

But when I turn around, with that proud smirk, I don't see her. Instead, there's a brunette that's almost as tall as me, with a ridiculously big and wide smile. Her hip is slightly swayed to the right, while her finger keeps twirling around one of her locks.

—I'm Tonya —she introduces herself.

—Jungkook —I smile at her.

I know she starts talking, because I see her red colored lips moving, but I can't pay attention to a single word she's saying. My head is still stuck on that other girl. And for that exact same reason, I look for her over this girl's shoulder, finding her eyes perking with curiosity and a glint of disappointment. As soon as she's aware I caught her looking, she moves her gaze away again and takes a long sip of her drink. For a moment, I believe she'll come right to where we are standing and interrupt us. But she obviously doesn't.

I see myself battling between two choices when I see her standing up and walking to the counter, just to pay and leave.

—I'm really sorry, Tania —she stops her endless monologue—. I really have to leave right now.

—It's Tonya —she laughs, uncomfortable—. But sure, don't worry. Do you have Instagram or somewhere I can find you?

—Ask Brooke —I point to her—. She'll help you out with that —I start walking towards the door.

—Can't believe you're making me do that again —Brooke rolls her eyes when she hears me say that.

Most of the girls are never that into me to reach out to a stranger and ask them about me. But those who do, get some lame excuse from someone else whenever they ask for my phone number or social media. Brooke is brilliant for that. Last time, she managed to say I was some kind of hustler, fishing for a new victim. Others probably just said they didn't know me, which is true.

When I head outside, I see her body standing in the middle of the pavement, her head turning left and right, while she keeps checking her phone.

—Do you need a ride?

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 12

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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"Doll, you really have no idea who you're messing with. But don't worry, you'll know soon". Those words kept replaying in her head hours after he said them, as she tried to understand what he meant by that. She tried to think about the many possibilities that came to her head, while she fought her own self so she wouldn't end up turning on her seat to look back at him. That deathly look he gave her last time he spoke to her was enough. She didn't need a second check, nor a second turn, to see that glare again.

Her head fell to the side as soon as she fell asleep and lost any type of control over her body, letting Jungkook know she was totally vulnerable -even more.

Snapping his fingers at one of his men, he made him stand up from his place, just to point at Y/n to guide him towards her.

—Put her head in a more comfortable position —he ordered.

Yejun looked at Jungkook confused. That woman wasn't doubting on giving his head to the police, she didn't hesitate to throw him to the dogs, yet his boss was worried about her waking up with a neck ache.

—I still think this will be a bad idea —Yejun finally said—. When Namjoon, or any of the rest know...

—Then they'll have to deal with it —Jungkook interrupted him—. And maybe they'll have to be grateful to her.

He secured a territory and loyalty with barely any effort, even if he knew all of it could jump straight at his face at some point -considering the way that business works. It could only take Pedro to find a weak spot to ruin it all. Too bad he didn't have any weak spots that he could use.

—I just meant...

But one look in his direction, and Yejun already knew there wasn't anything else to discuss regarding that topic. It was a decision that was taken long before they decided to land in Palma -probably long before Jungkook got to even know what was going on with her since he was away.

Without saying another word, Yejun simply nodded and remained his lips sealed for the rest of the flight.

Jungkook also tried to sleep during the flight, and he actually managed to take a nap and rest for two hours, while the remaining time inside the jet was him thinking with his gaze lost in the calmness of the views from the window. Specifically about Yejun's words about the rest of the gang knowing about Y/n.

Everybody seemed to be acting as if his father wasn't the main head of the whole crew, and Jungkook wasn't the one who took control of it as soon as his father died, when he was nineteen. Even if the others were older than him, he was the one who took charge of the business. He didn't care how old Namjoon and Jin were, and how much power they thought they had, he always would be above them for the mere reason that neither of them would be where they were if it hadn't been for his father and him.

One of them trying to lecture him? That thought made him scoff internally, as he thought of the many reasons why he was untouchable. He built all of that himself. And it wasn't like the rest were any better when it came to trying to keep it lowkey. And he remembered how he had to get involved in fights, problems with the police and leaking issues because they kept trusting the wrong people.

He didn't understand why he wanted Y/n, he couldn't understand what was going through his head that made him want to have her only to himself... to the point of cornering her so she would fly to Korea. She was simply his, and that was everything she needed to know and understand.

Jungkook stood up from his place as soon as the jet landed, with confident steps that got everyone's attention until he stopped beside her so he could take the free seat in front of her.

It was funny to him to think that all that calm expression on her face would soon turn into that deathly glare, and tense jaw, that she had before she fell asleep. Also, he found it impressive how she didn't look like herself right now. No makeup on, no wig, not a fake smile, just her face in pure display, succumbing to her own body's inner peace.

Y/n opened her eyes slowly. First finding a blurry figure in front of her, that would slowly turn into Jungkook after the third wink. She sat straight on the jet, eyes never leaving him as she tried to fake some control and confidence. It was all facade, and she was sure he knew it.

—Did you sleep well?

—I would've slept better if an asshole hadn't forced me to get here —she rolled her eyes.

That comment made Jungkook chuckle, and look back at her with a cocky expression. Either she was too dumb, or she had nothing to lose. And, actually, the second seemed to fit more with her -even if she apparently had her family back in Spain.

—Forced is an ugly wording though —he tilted his head—. You violated the contract, and you're dealing with the indemnification for your own choices. I could've done something worse to penalize you.

But instead of talking back, Y/n just moved her eyes away, looking through the window at the many lights from the airport. Confused, she wondered for how long she had slept, and how the hell she even allowed herself to sleep in that condition.

—Should I be thankful? —she raised one of her eyebrows—. I'd love to know what's even worse than this.

—You'd love to know? —he asked, being pushed to his limits because of her, but still trying to remain as calm as possible—. You were given a chance, and still you're acting like you're the one in the right. Last person that violated my trust, ended up without a tongue. So are you sure that you want to know?

But no answer from her.

Y/n gulped thick, too scared to look back at him straight in the eyes after what he said. Of course it didn't surprise her, but the fact that he openly said that to her, with no doubt nor regret in his voice... It for sure was a threat to make her watch her own words, while she kept thinking that being a pain in the ass for him would change a thing for the better for her.

Slightly squinting his eyes, he tilted his head and finally came to an answer for all of her questions and reproaches.

—Is the car ready? —Jungkook asked Yejun, still with his eyes fixed on her.

—Yes.

He didn't talk to her, nor guide her, he simply stood up and started walking towards the door of the jet. Either she'd get off the plane by herself, or one of his men would make her. But he definitely wouldn't waste more energy on arguments with her.

He had pretty clear what he wanted to do, and what would make her stop acting entitled for a while.

One of the men in black approached her. He didn't say a word, he didn't move his hand towards her, a simple look down at her got her knowing what she was to do and where she had to walk next. As she stood up, she felt her legs weaker and shaky, probably going to make her body fall at any point as she made her way outside of the jet.

The light breeze took her body by surprise, after being closed inside that jet for almost a whole day. Although breathing fresh air was something that she was thankful for.

She was guided to the black car that was waiting in front of the stairs. To her surprise, Jungkook was also there. She didn't know why she had the impression that he could leave the place in a different car, and leave her by herself. But probably it was to make sure she wouldn't try to play with her men, the same way she did it back at the airport in Germany.

If she had only been smarter, it could've worked out.

As they drove past the airport, she got completely lost in the sight over the window. Mesmerized by the long bridge, just to be welcomed by the city lights from Seoul almost an hour later. So lost in the tall buildings, the blinding lights and the big streets that she forgot why she was there in that exact moment. She gulped nervously as reality hit her. She indeed was at the other side of the world, with a man that she didn't know, only because she chose to play smart.

Jungkook looked next to him, seeing her eyes shine while being reflected with the lights, while her lips parted slightly as she tried to look at every detail of those buildings he was tired of seeing. And he saw her expression slowly changing as they started getting deeper into the city. He asked Yejun to drive to Gangnam, to one building in concrete just so he'd be able to test her limits. And socialize with other gang families, why not?

She tried to keep control of her own emotions as all those lights disappeared and turned into the depressing lights in a garage.

Jungkook got off the car first, and expected Y/n to do it as well with no fighting nor arguments. And for the first time since he found her again, she did as she was expected, getting out of the car when the door was opened for her.

The environment was too dense in the elevator, almost unbearable for her, while her heart beated with rage against her chest.

She was too absorbed in her own way to calm herself to be aware of what was going on when they left the elevator at the fortieth-something floor. There was something different in the air.

Music was calm and elegant, in combination with the suited men and some well dressed women that kept walking around with glasses on their hands. The place was sophisticated, mostly decorated with white and beige marble, barely any furniture in it, except for a few white long couches and some golden and black statues around the place.

Although her focus was on the big group of people looking at something in particular. She followed Jungkook up close, being able to look at it better, scared to realize all of them were looking at a woman standing in the middle of them all. She was barely wearing anything, only the thin fabric of her pink underwear, while male and female voices chanted things in Korean. And all she could guess was that they were auctioning by the way they kept raising hands one after the other.

Jungkook scoffed when he realized Park Minji got the girl at a fair prize, and probably would expose her as the golden item in her club for a few days -until she got bored of her. Grabbing Y/n's forearm, he started walking towards the pink tinted man that was in charge to present the girls.

—You gonna earn a lot of money with this one —the man assured Jungkook.

Y/n kept fighting Jungkook, trying to let go of his grip as she tried to backtrack on her previous words back in the plane. But he was determined to teach her a lesson. And no pleading would change that.

He threw her in the middle of all those people without looking back, making her fall on her knees as she lost balance.

Her eyes were unable to keep the focus on one person in particular. They kept flying from one to the other, shocked by all those mocking smiles as they kept saying things in Korean. She tried to look for Jungkook in a desperate attempt to make him get her out of there, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her chest felt like closing up at any time, as she kept assuring herself there wasn't a way out at that point.

And maybe it was for the best for him. While he kept hearing the different offers they were giving for her, he kept thinking about the money he'd get, and how she'd stop being his problem. He grinned, thinking how easy it'd be if she weren't his, if that tattoo wasn't on her chest and her body didn't belong to him.

—Choi Sanhyuk —he heard a male voice saying on his back.

His grin suddenly disappeared when he heard his name, and the amount of money he was willing to pay for her.

Yejun tried to stop him, but Jungkook moved faster as he tried to walk in between all those people just so he could get to Y/n. He saw hope in her eyes, and some brightness he had never seen before when her eyes landed on him. And genuinely, she had never felt more relief to see someone in her entire life.

Those were the worst ten minutes of her life.

—She isn't up for sale —he simply said.

A hand on her elbow forced her to get up and walk away from that circle, followed by complaints and grunts -that he genuinely didn't care about. He just wanted to get out of there after getting the reaction he wanted from her.

—You're already leaving? —he heard the masculine voice behind them— Fun was just getting started.

—That's exactly why I'm leaving —Jungkook replied, letting go of her arm slightly as he turned around—. And maybe you should, too. Your daddy must be looking for you.

He made Sanhyuk scoff with that comment, knowing perfectly fine it was a weak spot for him. They both had known each other for quite a long time,always when he tried to do some business with his father, while he just sat around bothering, or being an obstacle for his own father as he tried to get involved in their businesses.

He genuinely thought he was at his level, when actually Sanhyuk was several leagues underneath.

—You didn't even let me pay for her —with both hands in his pockets, he pointed at the girl next to Jungkook.

—She isn't for sale. I said it.

—Then maybe you shouldn't have thrown her in the auction circle —he shrugged, with a sided smile.

—We can backtrack whenever we want —Jungkook replied back—. Keep your money and use it on other people. I'm leaving.

Y/n was hearing the conversation, without understanding a word, as she tried to take some tiny steps behind Jungkook so she could hide behind him. The man he was talking to looked at her at the end of the conversation, offering her a wicked smile before he finally disappeared among the crowd again.

She didn't think of asking who he was, and why Jungkook turned so tense as soon as he saw him. She just wanted to get out of there, even if that meant no exchange of words between them until they got in the car.

—Either you're loyal, or you're dead to me —he harshly said, looking through the window—. I have many options to get rid of you. And trust me, those people up there would make what you did in Mallorca feel like a paradise.

Especially Choi Sanhyuk and his sadistic nature. He wouldn't have hesitated to ruin her awfully if he had the chance, and not in the good sense. She probably wouldn't have made it past that night.

—I'm giving you a second chance, Love —he finally looked at her—. Use it well, because I don't give second choices to anyone.

She nodded, knowing too well she'd need to either be smarter and more cautious with her moves, or simply accept the life she was given.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 7

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Warnings: Dirty talk, rough sex, protected vaginal sex

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Her body was already eager for him when they were in the restaurant, burning with every look and every word he dared to direct at her. His body was dying to make her his, he wanted to make her scream his name so loud that there would be no need for her to show off the tattoo on her skin. And all of that was obvious when they both got in the car.

His words were repeating in her mind like a broken record: "Next, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to ruin your pussy so you don't feel like missing me when I'm away". Her core throbbed at the memory of his masculine raspy voice dropping those words as if they were the most casual thing to say to anyone.

Jungkook, who was looking over the pilot's seat at the white lines on the road that kept appearing a few meters in front of the car, found himself looking through the corner of his eye to his right, after the sound of her rough jeans rubbing as she pressed her thighs tighter.

The image of what she was hiding underneath all those clothes, her dripping tight pussy waiting to wrap around him perfectly, was driving him crazy.

Y/n jumped when his palm landed on the middle of her thigh, just to pull it away from the other and keep a safe distance with her center. About to complain, she stopped herself when she looked up and was reminded who she was dealing with as soon as her eyes laid on him. Jungkook's eyes were imposing, making the words stuck in her throat.

Those suddenly innocent eyes, the slightly blushed cheeks, and her parted lips were screaming for him to give everything up. And he did.

Before neither of them were aware of it, he grabbed her jaw and pulled her closer for a kiss as he bent over her. Despite being caught off guard, her lips were ready for him. Soft, wet and sweet. Y/n moved her lips on his, feeling dizzy by the way her head was spinning since the very beginning, and she could feel that throbbing in her panties intensify every time their tongues collapsed against one another.

She found herself lifting her hips, and constantly moving her legs, in a lame attempt to make his hand go lower on her body. And he was aware, of course he knew she wanted him to touch her in that backseat. But he never did. Only gave her enough to have her as drenched and needy for him as possible. The same way he was as hard and needy for her in that moment.

He took her lower lip in between her teeth, slowly, dragging every nerve and portion of skin with his denture. So gentle and slow that Y/n could feel tickles going over her body, and moved her head forwards to get another kiss. But that kiss never came either. Jungkook only grinned against her shaky lips, before he sat back on his seat.

He got her nearly gasping and trembling for a kiss, without even being touched.

She walked behind him when they got to one of the most luxurious hotels in the area, which was expected from her -a man that can allow himself to pay 20k a month for a woman? Of course he'd be staying in one of the most expensive hotels in Mallorca.

They both were followed by two of his men to the door, until Jungkook said something in Korean that made both of them nod and stand on each side of the door frame, outside the room.

The room was huge, but not as mind-blowing as she expected it to be -maybe she watched too many movies that made her hopes go a little bit too high. The hall was already quite normal, only with some eccentric decorations in some corners, and a big fountain at one side of the reception. The room was following that same style: a few weird drawings around the room, a small black leather sofa in front of a TV, and the edge of the bed.

As she stepped inside, she could realize what she was seeing from the door was only a small part of the suite. There was a door in one of the left corners of the place, that probably led to another room. The king size bed was huge -probably there would fit four or five different people, and the big mirror wall on the left, at one side of the bed, made her gulp hard.

Jungkook's reflection, now carrying two glasses of a golden liquid, joined hers in the mirror. He never moved his eyes away from her, it was as if he were totally mesmerized by the woman ahead of him that a reflection wouldn't be enough to be able to appreciate her. With a tiny smile, Y/n took the drink.

—For our agreement —he lifted his glass.

Nodding, she hit her glass with his, the "cling" sound filling the silent room. As he drank the champagne, he sat on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving her.

—Get naked, Love.

She saw his reflection, the way he was looking at her with hunger and the smirk on his face when he pronounced his stage name with such delicacy that made her blood run through her body a bit faster than usual.

He knew what he was doing to her.

Y/n drank almost half of the champagne with just one gulp, before Jungkook reached to her and took her glass -as he saw her doubting where to place it. He enjoyed how the fabrics of her clothes slipped through her body so easily. With a delicate move, she was getting ready to show a bit of more skin to him. When she turned to him, Jungkook could see the corners of his initials perking up over her bra, and only the glimpse of that made him twitch in his pants. She saw his black eyes fixed in one spot in particular, despite being half naked in front of him.

He was only looking at the tattoo, at his mark on her body.

She took off her panties first, pushing them down her hips so they'd fall down her legs until the fabric surrounded her ankles. She was teasing him, still hiding the tattoo from him with her bra, seeing him clenching his jaw with every second that passed, until she finally gave in.

His cock jumped against his pants when he saw the mark still covered with the plastic, as the fabric of her bra finally left her body. He moved her carefully, making her step in between his legs. So close he could smell how ready she was already for him, that smell almost making him lose control.

He started kissing around her covered tattoo, tracing the edges of the plastic with his lips, feeling her pulse raise every time he kissed her skin. He couldn't wait to be sunk deep into her as he kissed and bit that mark. She jumped when two of his fingers slid through her slit without warning her, spreading her wetness all over.

—Have you been this wet all night, hmm? —he looked up at her— Does it make you wet to know you're my slut now?

She would've crossed his face with the palm of her hand if those words had come from anyone else. But his raspy voice, and the lustful look he was giving her, only made her clench -and he felt the way her pussy was tensing under his fingers.

All calmness was gone when his hand collided against her clit like an electric shock, slapping her sensitive pile of nerves.

—I like answers when I'm making questions, doll —he warned her—. I know you can speak, so do it when I talk to you.

—Sorry —she muttered.

She didn't want to talk, she wanted to fuck. Communicating in that type of situation was weird for her, because it was usually in and out and it was it. All that dirty talk and foreplay was new for her, she surely enjoyed it though. It amazed her how he was able to make her throb and clench with a few words.

—Kneel on the bed —he pointed back with his head.

Gulping, she nodded and moved next to him. His back was wide and muscular under that black shirt, she was sure she would be able to trace each line if she had to. Jungkook was aware of her eyes on her, and how she licked her lips at the vision of his clothed back. That reflection was driving him insane.

He started getting undressed, taking his shoes and socks off at the same time he started unbuttoning his shirt. Just to be followed by his pants and his boxers, turning to her to find her tightening her fists on her thighs while her eyes looked at him up and down carefully, completely focused on his cock when she slipped a condom on his shaft.

She genuinely thought she was dreaming. Not because of the money and the contract, but the fact that she got to share bed with a man like him. It was like a dream.

Jungkook surrounded the bed, just to join her in the middle, kneeling behind her. Both of them looked at their reflection, while the warmth of their bodies were craving for the other. His tattooed arm moved, until he reached her pussy again, his palm covering completely and making her body fall slightly on his.

—I'll need you to take some tests to make sure you're clean —his thumb made circles on her pussy—. Because next time I see you, I want to fuck you raw. I want to cum inside, fill you up till you drip.

The way her pussy clenched on his digits let him know she was turned on by that idea as well. But if he had any doubt, she forced herself to speak.

—Hmm, I want you to fill me up with your load —she grinded her hips against his palm.

—I know, look at you creaming on my hand just with the mention of it —he bit her shoulder, looking at her reflection.

He saw her body twisting when he pinched her clit, rubbing it gently shortly after. With one hand still on his pussy, his left hand reached to her nape, caressing the skin covered with her hair. It was so delicate, yet so possessive the way he was holding her in place with his fingers on that spot.

His tip started teasing her entrance, sliding in and out, the wet sound making them both eager for whatever was next to come.

—Stay still and take it like a good girl, can you? —he whispered in her ear.

—Yes.

When he said those words, she didn't expect him to thrust into her so hard and deep that she'd think she'd fall off the bed. The pain from the sudden invasion, mixed with the pleasure she got from his tip rubbing against the sweet spot made her let out a whine. That sound combined with the way her walls welcomed him only made Jungkook want to go harder on her.

He waited for Y/n to get used to him, but it only took her a few seconds to grind her hips against his in circles. A hard slap fell on her ass, before that same hand went back to totally covering her pussy.

—I said stay still —he repeated.

Jungkook started moving, bucking his hips, to get as deep as he could, feeling in heaven every time his balls hit against her wet pussy. His vision was going blurry from pleasure when her soft moans, and their body sounds, were combined with the vision of her tits bouncing around his mark.

That woman was really his.

Y/n dug her nails in her thighs, unsure on where to place her hands as she felt her pussy being filled time and time again, barely giving her time to process the prior move before he made her mind go blank with the next one. She was only able to feel him, to see him. Eyes focused on his concentrated expression, that light reflection on his silver necklace, and how his tattoos got lost somewhere in between her legs. The tight grip on her nape was only to remind her of the control she allowed him to have on her body. And wasn't the hottest thing she had ever experienced.

Jungkook changed the rhythm of his thrusts a few times, going hard and dry, to slow and deep, to drilling and messy... edging her a few more times than she wanted to. He only inclined her body a little, enough to give him more room to thrust into her and be able to still see the tattoo in the reflection.

He landed another hard slap on her ass, not because she had done anything wrong, or because he wanted to call her out, but because the sweat drops sliding down her back were turning him on in a way it never did before.

—Jung... Kook —his name left her drips on a drowned moan.

—That's it —he started circling her clit—. Let everyone know who's fucking you this good.

Her hands were hanging in the air, before they went back to one of her thighs and his right arm, trying to find support somewhere when pleasure started being a little bit too much to deal with.

—Fuck, your pussy takes me so well —he groaned.

—Please —she begged—. Please.

Y/n was hoping he'd keep on that same rhythm just for a few more minutes, enough so she could find her release.

—Please what, doll? —he slowed his thrusts again, making her whine.

—Please, let me cum —she begged again, desperation radiating through each one of her words.

Through his reflection on the mirror, she saw that smirk, his lips curving to the right after those four words left her mouth.

—Rub your clit while I fuck you —he ordered.

Her body fell to the mattress when his hand stopped holding her by the nape. Jungkook lifted her hips, raising her ass up in the air, landing another slap on her ass cheek before he started thrusting against her again. He slapped her again when she saw both of her hands were still on both sides of her head, and it seemed like she understood almost instantly what was happening.

Y/n slipped her right hand down her body, until she finally met her most sensitive spot, rubbing it on circles as his cock kept invading her in a frenetic way. Her watery eyes barely allowed her to see anything when she tried to look at their reflection, only the shapes of their bodies were discernible.

His groans and moans were also getting louder, mixing with hers as he fucked her mercilessly. He needed to cum as much as he wanted her to. Just a few more moves, and he was already there.

He exploded in the latex fabric, and still balls deep inside of her, he intertwined his fingers with hers to help her rub that button that would get her to her climax. One, two, three... and she was totally gone.

Suddenly, his body wasn't covering hers anymore. Still dizzy from her high, he saw her getting up and taking his clothes. He knew having sex was something they agreed on, but sleeping together wasn't in the contract. It wasn't something he did either, and it wasn't something she did either -probably. Without saying a word, and avoiding the uncomfortable "after-moment", he just left to the room that was next to the big suite, closing the door behind him.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 10

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Y/n swore she felt her blood freezing in her veins, as her whole body paralyzed when she saw him looking somewhere else in the room. She thought her eyes were deceiving her, but she had never seen as clear as she did that day. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, just the same way he did not even a week before.

Jungkook's black eyes finally laid on her, internally smiling when he was aware of the panic installed in those beautiful eyes of hers. He was sure that if he was silent enough, he'd be able to hear her furious heart beating against her chest.

She knew she was in trouble.

His thumb caressed his lip, playing with his lip ring under his digit, as he looked at her. The person that forced him to travel overseas, when he had no reason to. He was sure he killed people for way less, but there he was, looking at her up and down, only thinking about the different ways he could get rid of all of her clothes without giving her time to even blink.

—What a surprise to find you here, doll —he finally spoke.

Y/n swallowed thick, trying to remember in what exact moment everything turned upside down -or even better, why that day only seemed to work against her. Not only did her past seem to be following her around, but her present was about to turn into a big mess, and her future... She wasn't sure there would be a future at that point.

She tried to find an excuse fast, but Jungkook standing up and walking to her blurried her mind completely. For a second, she thought he was getting ready to hit her, but he only pulled her closer so he was able to close the door. Still distracted by the sound of the echo of the door closing, she was taken by surprise when he pulled her wig hard and suddenly, making her heart jump to her throat.

There was no excuse possible for her. If she had wanted to say she was only bringing drinks to the room, she would've been fucked. She had no drinks in her hands, so that wasn't a useful excuse for her.

Jungkook let the fake hair slip through his fingers, as her eyes examined her face carefully. Y/n was avoiding having any eye contact with him; and while that was quite a smart move for her, it was making him nervous.

His digits digged in the skin of her jaw and cheeks, forcing her to look up to him. Horror. Panic. Insecurity. That's all he was seeing. And that was everything she was feeling when her eyes made contact with his black eyes for the first time that night, and she saw the emptiness in them. He was showing nothing.

His pierced eyebrow raised when he realized how she kept her eyes on his, despite trying to avoid that for so long. As if she genuinely had nothing to hide all of a sudden.

—You aren't going to say anything? —he finally spoke.

—I needed the money —she answered slowly.

—You needed the money... —he scoffed— Twenty grand wasn't enough?

—I needed the money fast —her voice trembled as she replied to his question.

—Then you should've asked for it —he let go of her jaw.

She felt the need to move it, finally being able to enjoy the freedom of her skin, but she held back.

—I didn't know.

And there was a lie and a truth there. She struggled to know whether it was a good idea to call him for that or not, and considering they didn't speak a single word since he left the country, she ended up thinking it'd be a bad idea to bother him with his problems. And, at the same time, she went back to working in the club because it was what she knew.

For her it was easier to beg Pedro for a job, for a second time, rather than begging a stranger for money she wasn't sure she could ask for.

Jungkook scoffed again at her answer.

—But you knew you belong to me now, and still allowed others to touch you, see you and fuck you.

What was she supposed to say? She agreed to it all when she signed that contract, she had all those concepts pretty clear, but she still didn't care -or thought he wouldn't ever know.

—I'm sorry —she apologized.

—I know you are —he nodded, raising his hand just to play with her chin—, but we made a deal and you signed a contract. Every action has a consequence, and an apology isn't enough.

Her mind wasn't able to think straight. Too scared to think about anything at all and too angry with herself for not being able to prevent this.

—Since you showed me I can't trust you —he forced her chin up, fixing his eyes on hers—, you'll be doing things my way.

—What does that mean? —she slightly frowned.

And there came the part where everything turned interesting and delightful for him.

—Sometimes you can't control things because they're out of your reach —he pinched her chin before he let go of it again—. And trust me, there's nothing that fucks me up more than having things out of my control. You're one of those things.

Y/n still didn't understand what his point was, but she was aware that the look he was giving her along with that dark smile meant nothing good for her.

—Easy solution: you come with me.

To Korea?

She nervously laughed. And not because she thought he was joking, but because her nervousness wasn't allowing her to keep a straight face.

—I won't do it again —she shook her head—. Everything is clear now, I swear...

—The mistake is already done, doll —he shrugged—. You had a choice, and still decided to outsmart me. Now deal with the consequences of the contract you signed.

—That wasn't in the contract.

And she remembered that pretty well. There was nothing such as her being forced to move wherever he lived in case she violated the contract. But that was what she got wrong, and what made him smirk. They were finally getting to where he wanted to get to.

—It was —he nodded.

He looked through his phone, until he found the digitized copy of their deal. He scrolled down until he finally found the clauses that had written what they both agreed on.

—The server should be ready for any type of displacement the client commands —he started reading, and slowly kept scrolling down to reach the penalties part—. In case there's a breach of the contract by the server, the consequences will be chosen by the client —he then smirked—. In case the server doesn't agree to the penalty, they could get to an agreement with the client.

—We can get to an agreement, then.

—I think you don't know who you're messing with —he sighed—. For all I know, you have two options: either you come with me, or I'll make sure that pretty face of yours gets unrecognizable even for those you love the most.

—You can't force me to go with you —she kept challenging him.

She wasn't aware she was arguing with the same man who got her to sign a contract, on which she was living her whole life in his hands, the same man who took a flight from Seoul to Mallorca only to see her after she was caught red handed, and with enough connections to know what she was doing even if he was in a different continent.

She was delusional, and desperate, to think he was going to step back after that.

—No, you'll be coming by yourself —he sounded peaceful, as if he had everything under control.

And he did. Jungkook was sure it wouldn't be easy to get her to agree, even if he was threatening to physically hurt her. She was still arguing back, which kind of proved to him she didn't love herself enough to care about anything he could do against her -as if working in that club by choice wasn't telling enough.

—And you'll tell Carla and Jorge you got an amazing job opportunity and you'll have to leave.

He dropped those names, sure of that would cause to her. If she had any courage before, it disappeared when those two names left his mouth. Her hands fell on both sides of her body, as she tried to find a way to get out of that neatly.

—They need me here —she said fast—. I can't leave.

—You should've thought things through —he finally said—. It's not my problem you acted like a dumb spoiled bitch.

Rage got over her, it was the only thing left for her. She raised her hand, making her palm burn when it collided against his cheek. Jungkook chuckled when that slap made his head turn, but he was ready for the next one, leaving her mere centimeters away from him as he held her wrist tight up in the air.

—You're a psycho —she spit furiously, trying to get rid of his grip.

—A psycho that has your life, and those around you, in his hands. So I'd be careful —he let go of her—. The flight will take off tomorrow at seven in the morning, I'll send you the location. You better be there.

Or deal with the consequences.

Although he wanted to fuck her brains out, and let her know who owned her body, he knew he had more important things to do than giving in to his own desires.

As soon as he stepped out, he heard how the room was being teared up. And he smirked knowing it was because of him.

Yejun followed Jungkook to Pedro's office as soon as he went back to the main lounge. And by the proud look on his boss' face, he knew everything turned out just as expected.

He knocked on the door once, but Pedro kept saying in Spanish how he was busy and couldn't deal with whoever was waiting for him. Jungkook kept insisting, receiving the same answer from him. Until his patience was gone, and he opened the door.

Pedro jumped on his seat, surprised by how aggressively the door was opened, and although he tried to hide the nervousness Jungkook's presence imposed on him, he failed at it. He saw his dark eyes moving all over the office, landing on him and his desk, a bit lower to see two feet adorned with a pair of heels peeking under the table.

—Sorry to interrupt your fun —Jungkook said with an ironic smile on his face.

—I didn't expect you to be here —Pedro commented with a trembling voice.

While he kept his eyes on the man standing in front of him, he kept trying to pull the woman's body up until she stood up in front of him. The girl was cleaning the corners of her mouth with one of his fingers, smirking at Jungkook as if she hadn't been caught sucking her boss' dick.

Pedro muttered something to the girl, before he playfully slapped her ass and invited her to leave the office. Once the attention was fully on the Asian man, he smiled again.

—What brings you here?

—You tell me —Jungkook answered calmly—. We can do things both ways: we can play stupid and beat around the bush, or go straight to the point.

Jungkook's eyes fell hard on Pedro, making him gulp thick.

—I thought I was clear when I said it'd be your responsibility if Y/n worked here again —he sat comfortably on one of the chairs in front of the dark wooden desk.

—That girl... —Pedro laughed nervously again— She came here begging for work.

—And instead of letting me know, you allowed her to retake her job and even increased the prices to sleep with her —he stated, crossing one leg over the other—. What should I do with a partner I can't even trust?

—Don't act like you have the upper hand, little kid —Pedro commented annoyed—. Don't forget whose territory you're working on.

Instead of taking a few steps back after that comment, Jungkook's smile went wider as he looked at Pedro. His pupils were shaking, and although he was trying hard to keep calm, the truth was that he was being pushed to the edge of his last straw of remaining patience.

—A rat? —he challenged him— Because I bet that'd be Cafre's opinion on you if I let him know how you sold him to the police, so you could keep your business here.

Clearly, Jungkook always did his homework before getting in business with someone, and that background on Pedro about his current partners -distributed in Spain- were interesting, although he never thought he'd need it. It wasn't like he wanted to use it, because having the territory would be enough.

But now that he was betrayed... and not only that, he was also tested and challenged by the man in front of him, he had no reason not to use that information.

He didn't want to start a war, that territory was still important for Bangtan, but he wouldn't allow anyone to step on him the way Pedro was trying to do.

His jaw tensed after he mentioned that event, and how he got away with it after Cafre only got one of his clubs closed. It didn't have a bad ending for either, but he was sure that if his partner knew about the details of him being the snitch, he'd be done.

—It does seem like I have the upper hand —he smirked.

Playing with his lip ring, he pointed to the big chair behind the desk, inviting Pedro to take a seat on it so they could discuss the new points of their deal, which meant a lower percentage of commision for Pedro, and a lower risk for Jungkook to get caught by the police at some point.

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Y/n destroyed the room after Jungkook left. She clearly didn't care about anything at that point, other than the safety of those around her. And the possibility of something happening to them, because she made a bad decision was only driving her nuts.

She wiped her tears away with the reverse of her hand, looking around at the room: the sheets and the mattress were thrown on the floor, there were some holes on the walls after she threw the nightstand against it, the small TV was pitch black after she dropped it furiously... Everything was a mess there.

And it wasn't like it'd get any better after she got to the dressing room, and found crestfallen Amira sitting on one of the chairs. She left her problems aside for a few seconds, and wondered if she had any problem with any of the customers. If maybe she was assaulted or hurt during one of her services.

It wasn't something new, but it always caused the same reaction on any of the girls. Despite almost being strangers to one another, they always had their backs when something like that happened.

But it wasn't the case.

Amira lifted her eyes from her own arm, and looked up at Y/n through the reflection of the mirror. As she looked up, she stopped hiding whatever she had in her arms. Shaking, she took a step forward and opened the white envelope, finding a fair amount of cash in it. That, mixed with the guilty look in her eyes, and how weird she had been acting towards her those days... Y/n wasn't the smartest around, but she was able to link things together.

—I'm sorry —she apologized—. My son needs to get treatment overseas, I...

But Y/n wasn't hearing anything. She only heard blurred noises that were making her head ache. If she had any self control, it was all gone the second she opened her mouth.

—You've ruined my life —she accused hysterically.

Y/n threw the cash at her, making the bills fall over the place. She kept collecting and throwing it at her face, she even grabbed a bunch and tried to make Amira eat the money, while the older one only tried to push Y/n away and defend herself. She wasn't sure what got over her. If the fear of leaving both Carla and Jorge on their own, or the rage of feeling betrayed by someone she respected and trusted.

A few of the girls, and even Lopes got in the dressing room when they heard the noises from outside, and tried to separate them both, which only resulted in Y/n slapping her face before she stepped back. She was embarrassed of her attitude, and the way everyone was looking at her as if she had been possessed, but she needed to find relief on something she got herself into.

She was mad at Amira, but she could understand why she did it. Her son had been in poor health ever since she started working in the club, and she was offered a fair amount to possibly save his life. And as much as she tried to hate her for telling Jungkook about what she did, there was no point in getting angry at someone that never owed her anything.

She also did anything for some money, and that was why she got caught that night.

When she got home, she was welcomed by the darkness of the house. Everyone was asleep, while she was trying to make up how she'd get out of where she got herself into. The police weren't even a choice, she knew the ending for her would be way worse than if she didn't show up at the airport the next morning.

What would she say anyway? That she was blackmailed and threatened? There was no proof either way. And she was pretty much aware of the power Pedro alone had on some cops. It was quite usual to see cops hanging around in the club, and having fun with some of the girls -and some other things. She was sure that if she showed up at any police station, they'd be calling Pedro the next minute.

She was screwed.

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 35

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

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Aprox. time of reading: 13 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), non-protected sex, dirty talk

Ever since I came back to our table, I haven't been able to think about anything else that isn't that picture. Not because of the content itself, because I know Y/n would never do something behind my back, and I really doubt she'd choose Jin if she ever did, basically because of all the consequences that would come right after. It activated something that I thought I overcame when we both decided to be exclusive. The possibility of Y/n finding someone better has always been in the back of my head, because I genuinely think she could do way better than me.

A few times she interrupts my inner monologue, she tries to cheer up the mood by making some jokes or being touchy, but it only makes me disconnect from my thoughts the short seconds it lasts.

—Is something wrong? —she asks, wrapping her arm around mine and squeezing it.

—I'm just a bit tired —I lie, after hearing her ask the same question a few more times.

—Do you want to leave and get some rest? —she suggests, resting her chin on my shoulder—. I've already finished mine. And I'm sure it won't be a good idea for me to get another one.

When I feel the weight of her head on my shoulder, I can't help but turn to her. Her big eyes are looking at me with a shining light I'm not able to describe, but it for sure works on making me feel more relaxed.

I nod at her question, making her move away from me so she can stand up and follow right after her.

—Tae isn't here today? —she frowns, trying to find him among the customers.

Honestly, I'm glad Tae and her get on well. At first, I was afraid he'd be too harsh on her after everything that happened with Areum and Leslie. But Y/n's personality captivated Tae instantly, and even made him protective of her sometimes.

—No, he didn't feel well. So Brooke is in charge of the place.

—I hope he feels better soon —she mutters as we head outside—. Tell him that if he needs something...

—I will —I cut her up.

The fact that Brooke, someone Tae also trusts, twisted things just to damage Y/n annoys me, but I know it'd make Tae freak out even more if he ever knew.

While I drive her home, I feel her hands playfully rubbing my side and tummy, before she's resting her cheek back on my shoulder. Seeing no reaction from me, she just stops trying until we reach her place.

—You aren't sleeping here? —she looks at me confused, when the engine of the motorbike is still on when she hops off.

—I'd rather go to my place tonight.

—Cut the shit, Jungkook —she crosses her arm over her chest—. What's wrong?

—I told you I'm tired.

—And I'm not buying it —she tilts her head—. You were fine tonight, and out of nowhere you started acting like...

—Like what?

—Like an ass —she rushes to answer—. If you were tired, you could've told me. And we would've gone straight to my house or your place.

—If my attitude bothered you so much, you could've called Jin so he could keep you better company.

Those words leave my lips before I'm able to realize it. Something so insignificant as that picture, got me overreacting and losing control of my own tongue.

Y/n just looks away, pressing her lips together before her eyes are back on me. Sweetness is long gone, and now she's the one who's annoyed here.

—Why are you bringing up Jin?

—You tell me —I turn off the engine to hear her better—. Why did I have to learn from someone else that you and Jin went out for drinks, and were all over each other?

—All over each other? You have to be kidding me.

She just scoffs, her eyes going blank as she throws her head back and looks at me again with both hands hanging on her hips.

—He's my fucking boss. He invited me for drinks, because he couldn't do it on my first day —she tries to explain—. He knows we're seeing each other. For fucks sake, the day after, you came to pick me up and he saw us being all over each other.

—And that's why you didn't tell me? —I insist— You told me you'd get home late, and that's why I didn't go to pick you up.

—I didn't tell you because I didn't think it was important —she squints her eyes at me—. I went for a drink with my boss. He himself made things clear when I asked him, so I don't know where this is coming from.

She doesn't say much more, she just waits for me to answer back. But I really don't know what I should answer back right now. And it seems like my silence annoys her even more.

—It's unbelievable you're the one trying to be offended over me hiding things though —she continues—. Maybe you're being an asshole because Jimin can't tell you what to do right now. Right? —she crosses her arms over her chest— Maybe he'd tell you to man up and bring some sense to that tiny brain of yours.

The fact that she knows about that little thing, and what a dickhead I was because I talked about something that involved her with someone else, and took their advice instead of just accepting what she wanted, makes me aware that she has pretty more reasons to be annoyed at me than I do.

—I've dealt with your big walls constantly, with your stupid ideas, and even how you don't even want to consider us as a couple. And you really think I'd run after someone else after how much it took us to get here? —her voice trembles as she speaks—. You could've talked to me about it, because I know you would've gone home without saying a single thing about it if I hadn't insisted. You should discuss everything with me.

Everything that was crossing my mind, everything that could've made me distrust her in the slightest, completely disappears when her voice cracks towards the end of the sentence. I allowed my insecurities to get the best of me, and blind me into thinking she'd ever be able to hurt me while being aware of the pain she could put me through.

—I'm sorry —I say, getting her to look at me—. When Brooke told me and showed me the pic, I don't know...

—I don't know either —she crosses her arms over her chest—. It wouldn't cross my mind to do something like that to you.

—I'm sorry —I apologize again, hopping off the motorbike to feel somewhat closer to her.

—If you are sorry, then I really hope you park that damned motorbike and bring your ass up to my place —trying her best to hide her smile, she tilts her head.

—That's it?

—What? —she steps back— Were you expecting me to throw a tantrum and go two weeks without talking to you? —her eyebrow raises with that last comment— I could do that, but I don't want to. I just need you to understand that I'm only into you. And next time something like this happens, you talk to me first —she starts walking, but she suddenly stops again—. I'm not bringing up the whole deal issue because we made up a few days ago, but I hope something like that doesn't ever happen again —she warns me, lifting her index in my direction.

Trying not to show off my smile, so she doesn't regret her words, I press my lips together and nod.

Honestly, it feels weird that we both made it out so quickly and so easily. Not like we've gone too long without talking with each other, and the few times were because of a serious issue -at least more than this-, but I still can't believe everything's been solved so fast.

As I sit on the couch, I see her moving uneasy in front of me, puckering her lips, until she finally speaks again.

—I really can't believe you still think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you —she straddles me, and the way she feels against me will make me go insane—. Maybe I should use actions, because words don't stay long enough up here —she rubs my temple with her index as she says it.

—How will you do that?

Her fingertip runs over my skin, digging behind my ear into my hair, as she bends over me to link our lips together. One hand holding my head and playing with my hair, while the other travels down my neck and chest. Her touch makes me feel so needy, I see no point in holding back before I sink my tongue in her mouth.

Not ready for her to move yet, I keep her tight against me, enjoying the taste of our saliva mixing together while our tongues just twirl against one another. And it only gets messier when I feel her pressing her core against me. I unzip her jeans, making them baggy enough around her waist so I can sneak my hands through them, cupping her ass tight.

She bites my lip before she breaks the kiss, pulling it in between her teeth with her eyes fixed on mine. She seems so dangerous while she does it. But I don't care, I want -and need- more. I move my hands back to her back, holding her tight. Although she's still able to move, I made sure of that after I saw her intentions taking over her eyes.

She kneels slowly in between my legs, moving her hands over my thighs until she almost reaches the noticeable bulge under my pants, and that's screaming for attention at this point. I let out a heavy breath, a feeling all my muscles tense under her touch the closer she gets to my crotch. She unzips my pants. And while I keep my hands in the air -trying to allow her to have as much control as she wants over me-, she finally takes them off, along with my boxers.

My hard cock jumps free as soon as she slides the fabric down, and I'm sure I won't last too much if she keeps looking at it as if it was something she had been waiting for forever.

She licks my shaft, from the base to the tip, and I'm only able to sigh when the warmth of her tongue traces one of my marked veins until she reaches my most sensitive part. Her fingers wrap around it, letting her tongue tease me. She moves it in circles around the tip,cleaning the precum that keeps leaking.

Not enough with the feeling, I move her hair away, wanting to get the perfect image of how she looks while she drives me crazy.

—Suck it, baby —I ask, rubbing her cheek with my thumb.

As she bends over again, my hand goes back to the back of her head, taking all the locks I can away from her face.

She wraps her lips around my tip, covering her teeth with them -feeling my heart pounding with pride when I remember I was the one who taught her that-, before she starts going down on me. She bumps her head up and down slowly, having me lifting my hips in the air so her mouth could never leave me.

—Keep your eyes on me, babe —I command, trying to get her eyes back on me as I notice her closing them.

But maybe it’s the biggest mistake I could've made.

She looks up to me, big eyes digging for any hint of pleasure on my face, while her lips are wrapped around me tight. Not only is it the way she looks, but how she makes my cock vibrate when she whimpers on it. And I can tell by the way her body tenses, she wants attention just as much as I did.

—So fucking good —I praise her again—. Sucking it like I taught you, like a good girl.

And that praise must've awakened something in her, because she pumps my cock with her fist, making sure her movements were in sync with the ones in her hand. I can feel my cock twitching with every move she makes, and I'm reaching that point where I'm not able to control my body as I'm too hooked on the shivering.

—I'm gonna cum, baby. Stop —I warn her.

I made her move back. And, after only giving her a few seconds to recover, I cup her face in my hands.

—Come here.

While we kiss, I do my best at taking her clothes off. First moving her pants away and sliding them down her legs along with her panties. And like I'm attracted to it, my palm covers her slit, fingers digging to know how wet and ready she is for me, at least until she's back at straddling me.

I'm so desperate for her, that I don't even care about the ripping sound her blouse makes as I tear it apart. I see her lifting her hips, and I help her by holding myself up, aiming to her entrance. A united, and harmonious gasp, leaves our lips as she sinks me deeper in her slowly. Her walls wrap around me tight, taking me in so easily, yet molding around me so well, that I doubt I'll make it for too long.

She jumps slowly at first, helping us both get used to each other, lifting and lowering her hips, taking me back in when I thought she'd be letting me go completely. Her hips increase the speed slowly, making the clapping sounds of our bodies louder with every jump.

—You're the only one I want to fuck like this —she moans, one hand on my shoulder and the other on the backrest of her couch—. Do you understand it like this?

—Fuck, yes —my voice cracks in the middle of the sentence—. You're only mine.

—Uh-huh.

I pull her in for a kiss, as I lower my body on the couch, dragging her along with me. Taking control away from her, I hold her hips up and start drilling into her in a speed that soon has her moaning louder, while her pussy clenches around me tight. I lower the cups of her bra, sucking and biting her hard nipple as I fuck her like I've never done before. Fucking her like I'm sorry for being such a dumbass today.

—I'm close —she holds onto my wrist as she says that

—Cum with me —I move even faster.

Her pussy clenches around me again, before her body collapses over mine with a loud moan that has my ears whistling for a while. Although all of it only makes tingles run over me, from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, before I cum in her.

—We didn't use protection —she panics, suddenly looking at me.

—It's alright —I move under her, trying to get back to the initial position—. I'm clean. And we can buy the morning after pill tomorrow.

I kiss her again, slow and sweet, enjoying every bit of her right now.

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A placid smile adorns her face while she closes her eyes, trying to recover from her high, when I fall next to her on the bed, still not able to believe that all of this is real. Turning to me, she starts moving some stamped locks from my forehead, although I use that soft gesture to pull her from her wrist and make her wrap her arm around me so I can feel her closer.

While I look her in the eyes, and how they look at me as if I were the only person in the world for her, I instantly remember how I made her feel bad just a few hours ago.

—I'm sorry about tonight —I apologize again—. You didn't deserve to be treated that way in the pub.

—Kook, we already talked it out.

—We didn't. I apologized and you let it go —I stop her, before she tries to move on from it again—. I should've thought better of you, but I was so blinded by the idea of you being into someone else... I'm just scared of losing you, losing this, being played with again. I know you wouldn't do that, but I can't help but be prepared for it.

As I speak, and I let all my insecurities drop with each one of my words, I feel the knot in my throat tightening. Not even her fingers playing with my hair can make me feel better right now.

—I'm not going anywhere, Kook —she assures me—. Not now, not tomorrow. So get that idea clear in your head.

It's all about the honesty in her words, and how she makes sure I understand each one of them while looking deep into my eyes. I want to speak, tell her everything that's going on in my head when it comes to her, but I know I won't be able to say a word without accidentally sobbing. When I cover my face, as soon as I feel my lips trembling, she simply pulls me in for a hug.

—I thought you wanted me to say cute things to you —she teases me.

I giggle on her chest, hiding my face from her, before I move back again, just to look at her. It's right then, when she weeps some of my tears away and rubs my cheeks ever so gently, that I know what all those mixed thoughts mean, and how I could express them perfectly in just one sentence.

—I think I'm in love with you, cocktease.

When she stops, and looks at me intensely, I know she's not ready to say those words back yet. But I didn't say it because I wanted to hear the words back, I just said them because I wanted to let her know everything she causes in me.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 9

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook hung his gray blazer on the coat rack that was placed on the right of the door. He walked inside his office, followed by the careful steps of Yejun. Letting out a groan, he let his body rest on the wide chair behind his crystal desk. When looking up at his man, he was aware of that beige folder he saw on the passenger's seat when he picked him up at the club. He was no clairvoyant, but he didn't need Yejun to speak to know what was inside of it.

—So? —he finally sighed, resting his back on the backrest.

It had been a long day, Jungkook wanted the information in front of him as soon as possible, so he could decide what to do next.

—As expected, she keeps working in the club —Yejun placed the folder carefully in front of his boss—. She was pictured getting off the bus she usually takes and walking inside through the back door.

Jungkook saw the pictures that were taken of her, when Yejun opened the folder for him. There was nothing interesting in those pictures though. She was just walking the street, covering her head -and part of her face- with the hood of her sweater jacket as she headed inside the club, mixed with some others of her living her daily life. It was curious how she was barely seen outside. And when she was, she wasn't with anyone.

—What about it? —Jungkook asked, looking up again— I told Pedro she could work as a waitress if she wanted to —he shrugged.

Clearly, he knew there was more to it. The nervous look on Yejun's black eyes was very telling, and how he stuttered to go on -because of his possible reaction-, made him aware that what was to come wasn't good.But unlike what Yejun thought, it was pretty good for him.

—Our informant inside the club told me she isn't working as a waitress exactly —Yejun whispered—. Apparently she was told by Y/n herself that she got on an agreement with Pedro to retake her usual duties. The only thing she isn't doing is pole dances.

Yejun was expecting one of Jungkook's deathly looks that could make the most powerful man feel sorry for existing. But instead, his boss licked his lips while he grinned. It was the typical smirk on his face, that only showed up when everything went on as he planned.

—How trustworthy is the informant?

Jungkook kept looking through the pictures of the woman he knew wouldn't be easy to handle. Pictures were taken on different days, but she was wearing a similar outfit -if not the same- on each one of them.

—She's close to Y/n, apparently —Yejun mentioned—. And she also has been working in the club for a really long time. She has no reason to lie, she wouldn't be benefitted.

Jungkook shook his head in disgust. Y/n definitely had to find better people to surround herself with, and to trust. It was mind-blowing the amount of people that would be willing to air out information for no reason -like her nosy neighbors-, or in exchange of some extra money -like that coworker that gave Yejun all the information on her hand.

He was going to change that soon.

The look of satisfaction on Jungkook's face didn't disappear, it only evolved into a machiavellian and calculating expression due to his own thoughts about people.

And he wasn't wrong.

He knew people were greedy. The more they got, the more they'd want. And that girl was no different from all those people. He knew he wouldn't be able to have any control on her and her body the second he took that flight to Seoul. He was sure she'd fall back to the same hole he was going to take her out from. He didn't expect her to be drawn back to it so fast. Jungkook thought it'd take her a few weeks, maybe months to do something like that, but it was a matter of days.

She was more stupid and gullible than he thought. But not that he was complaining about it either. Y/n served him the consequences of her actions on a silver platter, and he'd be finally able to put one of the points in the contract to good use.

And not only that... The fact that Pedro was involved in her being back to work only meant he could benefit from it as well. Jungkook wasn't planning on his plan taking a turn like that, and being able to use it on one of his businesses in a territory that took him so long to get.

—Should one of our guys take action? —Yejun suggested with a smirk.

And just then, at the mention of somebody hurting her, Jungkook raised his eyes from the pictures, to dedicate the deathly glare he was waiting for. That mocking smile vanished as soon as he laid eyes on him.

—No —Jungkook shook his head—. Let her think I'm unaware of what she has going on —he tilted his head—. I think a little surprise will be better.

Bowing, Yejun understood what he meant and started making his way out of his office. That girl clearly didn't know who she was dealing with, but she would know once Jungkook set foot in Spain again.

He rolled on his chair, reaching to one of the drawers to get the contract he had saved as if it were one of the most precious things. His eyes went over her name a few times, smile going wider as he saw her signature lower on the paper, on the same page where her penance for not carrying out what she signed for.

She'd be only his. Even if that meant keeping her away from any other male that could be a menace for that deal they both made.

✸ ✸ ✸

2 days later

Y/n looked at Carla fondly with a smile, as she worked on her homework on the new laptop she gifted her. She remembered the excitement radiating out of her eyes as soon as she planted the box in front of her. And she'd repeat that same thing as many times as possible, if that meant to see her smiling that way.

—I still can't believe that it was from a tip.

The comment Jorge made burst her bubble and brought her back to reality, to the lies she kept feeding them to protect them from the truth, from the fact that she had been working as a hooker to pay the bills, the debts, and everything Carla needed after Jorge was hospitalized years back and after the economic crisis hit him so hard he was forced to close his supermarket permanently.

—You aren't involved in anything weird, are you? Because if you are, just know it won't bring you anything good. Easy money doesn't mean...

—No —she tried to sound as convincing as possible—. Sometimes there are generous clients that leave good tips. That's it —she shrugged, avoiding turning and looking at him.

—You should've saved that money either way —he replied, getting Carla's attention.

—Just be thankful when they make you a gift —she smiled when her eyes fell on a smiley Y/n—. I really needed it for some assignments.

—You could've gone to a cyber —Jorge called his daughter out—. That's what I did when I was younger. And I'm sure Y/n did that, too.

The smile on her face slowly vanished when she was reminded of those years, when she was the same age as Carla and she didn't have to struggle with anything, not even with her studies. Her parents weren't rich, but she had a good life with no worries, always getting whatever she wanted. She only had to ask for it.

She had everything until her world turned upside down out of nowhere.

—I... —she smiled nervously— Yeah —Y/n nodded—. That's why I gifted Carla that laptop. She should be comfortable with work. Especially if she plans on going to college next year.

One thing to add to the list of expenses: Carla's university soon. She almost forgot why she went to work at the club again, when she was about to leave after the customer slapped her and insulted her for making him finish early. She knew she'd need the money. And after paying the lender, she barely had any money left to survive that month, which left her praying there'd be no emergencies until she got paid later that week.

A few hours later, she was getting ready to start her daily routine as usual. Time to get dressed, prepare her headphones and get on a bus back to the club she thought she'd never be able to leave.

But of course that day wasn't going to pass by neatly, when she overheard a voice over the music and a hand tapping on the bar in front of her seat to get her attention. In front of her, she saw Alicia -one of her ex classmates-, when she raised her eyes from the blue bar.

—Oh my god, it's been a long while —the blonde smiled.

While the other girl seemed happy to see her, Y/n just wanted to vanish from that place. Last thing she needed on her way to work was to be reminded of all the mistakes she made that led her to this.

—Yeah —Y/n nodded—. How have you been?

It wasn't like she cared, but she didn't want to seem rude either, when the blonde bothered enough to reach out to her as soon as she was aware of her presence.

—I'm fine —she sat next to her—. I'm coming back home from the dentist. It's a nightmare parking in the center.

That made sense, actually.

She didn't want to look too much into the reason why Alicia was there, because as far as she remembered, she was one of those girls that had her own car assured since she turned sixteen.

—What about you?

—I'm okay —she shrugged, faking a smile.

Y/n clearly didn't want to give out how she was on her way to work, and why she was on a bus that took her to the coast -where most of the jobs were either in restaurants, pubs or souvenirs-, especially at the time she was going to. It wasn't like it embarrassed her, she knew what she was doing was way worse than any of those jobs. But she reminded herself how years back she discussed good universities to go to in Spain -or even overseas-, especially with this girl while they were competing on who got better grades.

Directly, Y/n didn't want to talk at all.

—How's life been treating you? You totally disappeared in the last year of high school. Everyone thought you went to study abroad in the middle of the year...

—I need to stop here —she cut her off—. It was nice to catch up with you.

Only thing is that it wasn't good to catch up with her at all. She saw an easy escape and took it, even if that meant walking for twenty minutes until she got to the bus stop that would take her to Portals Nous.

Her lower lip started trembling as soon as she hopped off, and her sight got blurry as teardrops began to accrue in the corners of her eyes.

It wasn't a good day for her. It seemed like the universe only wanted to remind her of everything she did wrong, everything that led her to where she was currently, while others kept showing her where she could've been if she had done things the right way.

She took her hood off as soon as she crossed the back door, and walked straight to the dressing room -where Amira was already waiting for her. She had been acting strange for the past few days, but ever since she set foot inside the dressing room that evening, she noticed she was more restless and anxious than usual.

Sometimes she had the feeling that her colleague wanted to say something, but ended up regretting it at the last minute. Before she could even ask, Amira was pulled outside to do her show on the main stage while Y/n kept getting ready to serve tables.

She moved around, dealing with touchy clients that laid a hand "accidentally" on her ass or hips as she served them their drinks. Evenings and nights always worked that way for her, until André -the barman-, gave her a small piece of paper with the room she had to go to. It usually took a few hours for it to happen, but that night it only took her thirty minutes until she saw those two numbers in the middle of her black platter.

Room eleven.

Leaving the glasses on the counter, she started making her way to the room. She didn't want to think who'd be behind that door. She just wanted to get inside, make that hour pass by fast, get her money and leave.

Standing in front of the black door, she sighed. Y/n got ready to show the fakest sexy smile she had ever pulled, and greet her customer. But that smile that took her so much effort to show, disappeared as soon as she was aware of who was sitting at the edge of the bed.

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