Rating: M (profanity, toxic relationship, kidnapping, possession, adult themes, sexual content)

Not a request, just felt like channeling my inner Wattpad and writing a mafia Jungkook story ~ Raven

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Jeon Jungkook was the most intriguing man she knew.

Leader of a Canadian mafia, Jeon Jungkook was an arrogant, brutal man. Yet she admired him and everything he did. He could speak French, English, and Korean, his riches drowning her until she could barely see straight. She was his property. They fell in love when he was on a mission, and he ditched it for her. It was instant chemistry. She drew him in with every move of her body. Each curve had him licking his lips and coming closer. That led them to one year later, when she was locked in his mansion for seemingly the rest of her life.

Jungkook was on top of her and grunting, their beds soaked with moisture that dripped off of them. "Such a fucking slut," he whispered, wrapping his tattooed hand around her throat and squeezing. She gasped from the sensation, her vision fading in and out and having trouble processing how he was ravaging her lower half. "Only Jeon Jungkook can make you cum like this. Do you think your little guy friend could make you feel like this, huh?"

"Never," she replied in a choked, strained voice.

Two months ago, Jungkook had swept her off the streets and locked her inside his mansion. He found out about one of her guy friends who liked her, and he was terrified that the friend would steal her from him. With that in mind, she dug her nails into his back and encouraged him to go harder. He did.

More thrusts came, the room smelling of their deeds as the sheets shifted from white to pools of darkness. They had been going for half an hour, Jungkook tossing her in several different positions. Currently, he had her legs on his shoulders as he plunged into her. The thrusts were chaotic yet smooth. Hard yet gentle in a way that made her eyes roll back, her irises seeing stars.

"That's my good girl, you're such a good little slut for my cock," he said, scratching at her thighs. She swore blood was drawn, her lips parting to spew out a layer of moans that all included his name. Jungkook's sweaty form was turning her on more. He groaned as he used one hand to hold her throat, the other still on her thigh. It was an awkward position, if she was honest. But awkward still brought so much bliss to her core.

Jungkook dropped her legs and went back to missionary, his favorite. It was his favorite since he was able to get the closest to her. He took that to his advantage, choking her more and slowing his thrusts. Jungkook's eyes shut as he moaned her name right against her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and whispering all the right words.

"I want you to cum," he said, and she agreed without complaint. "Cum for me. Show me who you belong to. Scream my name, tell me who's the only one who can make you feel this fucking good." She whimpered, too dazed to form words as he sped up with his thrusts. His erect dick kept slamming into her walls until she was shouting and yelping with each movement. At that point, she was overstimulated. He only smirked. "I'm gonna cum inside you, and if any of it drips out, I'll finger it back in. Understood?"

"Please," she replied, her orgasm seconds away. "I'll do anything, just let me cum."

He obeyed, much to her surprise. While he held her breasts and kissed her neck, he brought her over the edge in a spiral of pleasure that made her high reach its peak intensity. She was screaming his name like he requested. For a moment, she could have sworn the world went fuzzy. Then, she snapped back to her senses and shook as he came inside her. His moans were heavenly, a perfect mix of a medium and high pitch. Sometimes he teased her by releasing a low moan next to her ear. Speaking of, that was what he did. Her name passed his tongue and danced its way inside her, jumping around the walls of her mind until it stuck to her memory.

Several minutes of silence went by like a blur. Well, it wasn't silence, exactly. They were hyperventilating, her drinking from her water. The water Jungkook always got her before they got down to business. Something about how she needed to stay hydrated afterwards. It was a sweet gesture, especially from a man so cruel.

After she used the bathroom, and he did too, they found themselves taking off the sheets and tossing them in the corner of their giant room, replacing them. Although Jungkook preferred a darker color scheme, their bedroom was light. Streaks of gray and cream, their bed donning a wooden frame that creaked, a mirror hung on the ceiling for their nightly activities. The window was left open to allow the moonlight in, and since it was raining, the droplets covered the glass and calmed her nerves.

She sat back down and received a shoulder massage from her boyfriend, the man kissing her nape and playing with her hair when he could. She didn't comment on his skinship. It wasn't uncommon for Jungkook to lay his hands on her any chance he got. It was his possession kink. Ever since the day they met, he couldn't cope with the idea of someone else having her.

"How was work?" she asked, glancing at the flatscreen across from her. It was mounted on the gray wall, a cabinet full of movies below it. The rest of the room was barren, occasional artwork strung up. Jungkook didn't spend his money much. He gave most of it to her, but she didn't have much use for it either. It wasn't like she was lacking funds.

"It was work. I'm much more curious to know about your day, honey," he replied, continuing his streak of kisses down her body. While she was sure he wasn't looking, she rolled her eyes.

"It was fine. Nothing eventful. I sit here all day doing nothing, remember?" He hummed and placed a prolonged kiss on her shoulder, his eyes shut. "What did you do today? Bust any rivals? Extort some businesses? Don't tell me you did something lame like drugs. Imagine being that boring."

He laughed at her words and held her, his chin resting on her and his head nuzzling up close. "Like I said, it was work. No drugs, I don't handle that. I put grunts to that kind of work. As for rivals... well, we're making a breakthrough on one of them. We're planning to intercept one of their meetings next week."

She hummed and allowed herself a greedy moment to bask in his heat. The warmth he provided was a consolation unlike any other. His scent was intoxicating. It was like honey, but after their activities, it was primarily sweat that clogged her nostrils. She didn't mind. Jungkook was one helluva man. His face was sharp and detailed with a mole hiding under his lower lip, a scar on his cheek he tried to cover with makeup. That was without going into the specs of beauty littering his chocolate irises. His hair was dark, fluffy, and long, curls hanging on the ends of it. That also could have been because of its dampness, though.

Right before they could continue their conversation, Jungkook got a phone call and had to excuse himself to take it. He dressed, leaving the room. She was left bored as she always had been since Jungkook kidnapped her. However, she had a few minutes. His phone calls took forever, so after she put on his clothes, she slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

As quietly as she could, she tapped down the tiled floor and stood on the white, pristine toilet. Her bare feet stuck to the surface, her arms reaching up and pulling on the vent. It budged, her throwing her hand inside and pulling out the hidden flip phone inside. It was covered in dust, a dead bug on it too. She blew it off and sat down, swaying her feet back and forth as she opened it.

There was one new message from the only contact she had on the phone. Her face fell as she opened it, her shoulders falling as her heart pumped with the familiar kick of adrenaline. Her lips twitched, her eyes twitching with them. So, it was finally time. After a year, her mission had been completed.

Unknown #

Unknown #: We have the information we need. Finish the mission. Now. Return home tonight.

She blew a strand of hair out of her face and huffed. The phone went in her pocket, her hopping up and reaching inside the vent for her pocket knife. Both items she had to smuggle in on the night Jungkook kidnapped her. She hid them both in her panties, and he had the decency not to search her. He probably thought she was an innocent angel that was all his. In a way, she was. But that was exactly how she planned it. She planned the jealousy, the kidnapping. She played his need for ownership like a fiddle. It worked perfectly. Jeon Jungkook was intriguing, arrogant, and brutal, but he was also a fucking dumbass.

The door creaked as she tugged on the golden handle. The knife followed the phone inside her pocket. All she had to do was get the upper hand. A year of stalking Jungkook, picking outfits to seduce him, learning all his interests and what made him like women. All that just for this moment. She fed information back to her mafia, and the info had been enough. For a mission, it lasted long. Normally they took a few months tops, yet Jungkook was important enough to last a year.

Part of her truly did love him. It was impossible not to fall in love with a man who was physically amazing for her, and a decent emotional match too. Regardless, she didn't do love. Any drop of feeling she had for him faded in the moment she read that text. That was another thing she had been planning for a year.

Her body sat on the bed, Jungkook stepping back in two minutes after. He yawned and took off his shirt. There were tattoos on his shoulder and collarbone, reaching the top part of his left chest muscle. It stopped before it went down too far, but it highlighted the tawny accents of his skin. There were scars and bruises littering his abs and neck, his fingers calloused either from his love of guitar or beating people to death. She couldn't be sure which one it was anymore.

He greeted her with a kiss, and this time, she forced him to sit in front of her. She pretended she wanted to braid his long hair. He, of course, agreed. There was nothing Jungkook loved more than sex and getting his hair played with. A big bad mafia leader who could speak three languages and was on his way to learning Japanese, yet he softened around hair play. Sometimes he'd even sing while she went.

This time was one of those times. As she tied his hair, he sang a melody she didn't recognize. His eyes were closed, completely trusting her. She almost didn't do it. Almost. The text flashed in her mind, and she knew she had to go through with it before it was too late.

"Stay still, I'm gonna get the rubber band off of my wrist, okay?" she asked, and he hummed. "Keep your eyes closed, keep singing, you sound amazing."

He happily agreed, chiming out more notes with confidence. His voice was crisp and welcoming. She took a second to memorize it, then, she whipped out her knife and leaned forward, stabbing him through the chest. What was a pleasant melody shifted to a chorus of sobs. A wail screeched itself out of his lungs, blood dripping down his once flawless skin.

"Stay behind me! Someone's here," he said, opening his eyes and reaching for his wound. That was when he realized who was the one who did the deed. The one who twisted the knife and sank it deeper. More screams echoed around the walls. She couldn't bring herself to smile like she did with her other kills. This one was just another job. It was a more painful one, too.

Jungkook brought his face back to meet hers, and she did her best to give him an apologetic expression. His doe eyes filled with tears until they burst, staining his cheeks with moisture. She didn't return the tears, pulling the knife out and jolting when he whimpered. The pain must have been unbearable. It was either that, or he didn't have the mental strength to fight back. There was no fire in his eyes.

Only betrayal.

"I thought you loved me," he mumbled, his voice coated in familiarity. It was like this wasn't the first time he had been backstabbed, only this time, he'd die for it. More guilt twisted against her stomach, but it was too late. His flesh was rapidly changing colors, her stroking his hair as if that'd provide a comfort.

"I did," she replied, his eyes still taking in the betrayal. "But I love my family more."

The realization that she was a mafia hit his body based on the way it trembled. Or that could have been a sign he was nearing his final breath. She stayed silent for the remainder of his life. He stared at her, nothing left to say. Her hand tangled itself in his hair. There was no more relationship. No more love, if she could even call it that. It was a tale of a possessive man and a backstabbing woman. They joined in harmony, their bodies combined. What Jungkook surely thought would end in marriage ended his life instead. As he bled out, his gaze going to the ceiling to search for peace, she sighed. Only one thought was on her mind.

What would her next mission be?

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Sorry this isn't very good, I just wanted to write something real quick cause I haven't done a oneshot in a while. Hope it was somewhat enjoyable.

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