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“Boss, your doll’s here at the club”
“And? Let him enjoy his alone time.”
“Oh, he's definitely enjoying and is most certainly not alone.”
Kim Taehyung keeps on repeating the conversation he had with one of his men in his head. His doll asked for permission if he could go out and have some fun on his own two nights prior, which the mob boss gladly granted. It was a harmless request and he rarely asks for an ‘alone time’ given his clingy nature towards Taehyung so, what could possibly go wrong?
Well, apparently everything. According to his subordinate who happened to be at the same club where his doll went, he was getting cozy with another man who seemed a few years older than him.
Taehyung couldn't stand the thought of other men laying their filthy hands on his doll’s pristine skin that's only for him to taint. You see, if there's one thing Taehyung hates the most, it's sharing what he holds dear in his heart. And Jeon Jungkook, his doll, is one of those.
Their colorful and complicated relationship began four years ago when Taehyung’s older brother, Kim Seokjin, suggested seeking help from a professional regarding his awful problem in sleeping. His hyung blamed it on the heavy burden the younger has been carrying on his shoulders. Taehyung was just nineteen for fuck’s sake when the leadership of their gang was passed down on him when their father passed away due to an illness. Why him? Because he possesses all the traits needed to effectively lead an empire.
He's extremely smart and logical when it comes to decision making. Taehyung’s deductions and flawless plans never failed, not even once. Taehyung truly deserved to be crowned as the mob boss. He sounds perfect doesn't he? Not quite. Taehyung wasn't given the title ‘Mad Boss’ for nothing. He was known in the underworld for being two things: madly beautiful and madly insane.
Taehyung's perfectly sculpted handsome face is one of his weapons. Men and women alike find it hard to resist his unfathomable charms, making them bend easily at his will.
But, that's not Taehyung’s biggest trump card, no.
It's actually his impulsive behavior and insanely unpredictable game plans. Their enemies cannot comprehend how his complicated mind works, finding it hard to predict his next moves and catching them off guard all the damn time. If the gang members who had been around Taehyung for years still find it hard to understand him, what more about those who haven't met him and had just heard telltales about the Mad Boss?
There's one person who can read Taehyung like an open book, though. Jeon Jungkook, the beautiful psychologist his brother’s boyfriend introduced to help him with his chronic insomnia. It was an appointment that was long overdue because, as a gang leader, you can't just trust anyone with your identity and confidential information, right? Especially in their line of work. Their enemies will always be watching their every move and observing for signs of weakness no matter how big or small it may be, ready to pounce at any given time. But since Jung Hoseok, a surgeon from the same facility and Seokjin’s long term boyfriend, vouched for the psychologist, Taehyung finally gave in.
Jungkook, on the other hand, did a little research on the mobster before agreeing to be his shrink. Before associating himself with the kind of life they're living. Kim Taehyung, the notorious gang leader of the White Tiger, named in the honor of their founder, his late grandfather, Kim Baekho. Jungkook finds Taehyung fascinating. He had read various articles about the man. From civilians’ encounters with Taehyung to official police reports. Hell, he even had a patient once who seeked for his service after getting so fucked up in the head for the sick mind games the leader had put him through. So yes, Jungkook was more than happy to help the mob boss, agreeing to Hoseok’s proposal in a heartbeat.
“Are you sure? Do you really know what you're agreeing to?”
“I did my research, so yeah, I do know what I'm getting myself into.”
“Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you agreed faster than the speed of light but, Kim Taehyung isn't your ordinary client. He's a dangerous man.”
“I know. And that's what makes him more interesting.”
Kim Taehyung is different. Truly one of a kind. The exact reason that piqued his interest. Jungkook’s whole life has always been monotonous. Just like the gang leader, Jungkook himself was known for being a prodigy, earning a PhD at a young age. He achieved that glorious feat by dedicating all his time and focus on studying. So, a little change won't hurt, right?
Who would've thought that his curiosity towards the mob boss will turn his life around, completely turning his whole world upside down. Not entirely in a negative way, no. Jungkook never regretted meeting Taehyung. He's actually extremely grateful when the mad boss came into his life. Gone are the boring and repetitive days he used to loathe. Jungkook learned to love the danger and the extremes life could offer.
Life of being Taehyung’s lover that is.
Yes, he'd like to think of himself as the gang leader’s lover. Taehyung never cleared their status even after all those years but, Jungkook knows that Taehyung deeply cares about him. Sure they haven't had a serious talk about their relationship but, Taehyung’s always giving him a sense of security and, as contradicting as it may sound from their way of living, Jungkook feels the safest around the mad boss.
Even if their intimate moments often involve things that are the exact opposite of the word safe.
Being with Taehyung made Jungkook learn a lot of things he didn't know before. He discovered things about himself he wasn't aware of.
Things he didn't know he could do.
Things he never thought he'd love.
Felt emotions no one has ever made him feel before.
Enjoyed things that are deemed morally reprehensible.
If you asked Jungkook to shoot a person with a gun a few years ago, he’d laugh at your face and call you insane for even thinking about it.
And now? Let's just say that holding guns and knives excite the fuck out of him.
🃏
Jungkook came home a little tipsy. He did have a lot of fun on his own. Though, right now, he would love to have some fun with a certain man. He’s hungry for the leader’s affection. Guess he really couldn't stand being away from the man for too long. Also, don't tell this to the mad boss but Jungkook's also craving for some good ol’ role playing. Maybe Taehyung will cave in and tie him up if he'll ask nicely.
Jungkook made his way to the master bedroom with excitement coursing through his veins. What greeted him upon opening the huge double doors was a total surprise. His eyes landed on the gold metal the gang leader was playing with, mesmerized by how it's glistening prettily under the dim light.
A sinister smile bloomed on the mob boss’s doll’s innocent-looking face.
“Daddy!” Jungkook sauntered towards the other man who's casually sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed.
“Strip.” Taehyung said in a sharp tone, still looking at the gun in his hands.
The leader’s command made Jungkook halt in his tracks. He’s got to admit, Taehyung’s deep voice scared and aroused him at the same time. “Aw, did daddy miss me that much?” Jungkook teased the other as he happily obeyed and hurriedly took all of his clothes off, already thinking of the things he wanted to do with him under the sheets. Or on the wall. Or on the table. Anywhere Taehyung wants to rail him, really.
Taehyung stood up and slowly walked towards the blonde. His blood boiled when his doll had the audacity to tease him like he didn't do anything wrong. He walked in a complete circle around the naked man, meticulously inspecting his body for any form of marks that weren't done by him.
None.
“Did you have fun?”
“I did!” Jungkook answered in a cheerful tone. “Wish you were with me, though.”
“For what? To watch you whore yourself out to other men?” Taehyung spat out in anger.
Jungkook flinched on the mob boss’s sudden change in tone, the smile he was sporting just a few seconds ago faded in an instant. “I–I would never. Why would I do that?” He had no clue where Taehyung was coming from. He had never cheated on the raven-haired man, didn't even cross his mind, no, not even once.
“Enlighten me, doll. What did you do at the club?” Taehyung asked, clearly not amused by the blatant lie.
“No–nothing. I had a few shots but I swear I didn't drink too much.”
“Oh baby, I wouldn't even care if you came back shitfaced.” Taehyung hooked his index finger under Jungkook’s chin, making the blonde look at him dead straight in the eyes. “I know you know that's not the answer to my question.”
“No I–I don't understand. Have I done something wrong?” Jungkook’s voice trembled.
“Don't play dumb with me!”
“I’m not! I have no idea why you're so angry. Just tell me what I did wrong.” Contrary to what Taehyung was thinking, Jungkook wasn't lying when he said he had zero clue on what made the mad boss mad.
“Tell me, Jungkook. Do I wanna know?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
Slap.
Jungkook knows it's not the best to be a brat at the moment but, sue him for being insufferable. Jungkook loves the thrill and the pain he gets to experience every fucking time the mobster gets all riled up. And that's exactly what he was doing, if it wasn't obvious enough.
“You know,” Taehyung waved the gun in front of Jungkook’s face. “I had this new toy customized specially for you to play with.” The mob boss slowly brought his hand down and pointed the pistol right on his doll’s soft cock. “But you're making me want to use it on you instead.”
Jungkook’s dick twitched in excitement. Taehyung was completely unaware of the arousal that's starting to ignite within him, sharp feline eyes never leaving his own doe ones.
Perfect.
The situation’s perfect for what Jungkook was craving for. Time for an Oscar-winning performance.
“No, please don't.” Jungkook purposely made his voice quiver to make it seem like he's scared.
“And why should I spare your pathetic life?” Taehyung dragged the gun up on Jungkook’s body in a slow pace, sending shivers down his spine when the cold metal touched his skin. The leader stopped his trail under Jungkook’s chin and used the pistol’s muzzle to raise his head. “Let me hear your bargain, sweet cheeks.”
Jungkook gulped, making the mobster lick his lips as he watched the blonde’s Adam’s apple bob. “Be-because I'm your beloved doll?”
Taehyung bursted in an ominous laughter. “You think–” the mobster was amazed by his doll’s confidence. “You think you're irreplaceable, huh?” He moved the gun up to Jungkook’s mouth, tracing his bottom lip sensually with it. Oh, how he wished it was his own touching those plump lips instead. Taehyung could do it if he really wanted to, but he's not going to give him the satisfaction of forgiveness just like that.
Jungkook has to earn it.
“Alright then, doll.” Taehyung emphasized on the word ‘doll’. “Be a good boy and put that dumb mouth of yours into good use.”
Well this is new, Jungkook thought. They've never done anything with a gun before, at least not in the bedroom but that's not the point. The two of them had played with a lot of toys and things that weren't usually used in love making (a long story for another time) so this didn't really faze Jungkook.
On the contrary, the heavy metal on his mouth turned him on even more. Jungkook used both of his hands to hold onto the gun’s barrel and pointed the muzzle on his wanton mouth, eager to feel the coldness of the weapon on his tongue.
Taehyung watched intently as the blonde wrapped his luscious pink lips around the unused gun, hypnotized by the way his tongue circled the barrel sensually like it was a goddamn popsicle.
Unvexed like it was a normal thing to do on a daily basis.
Bobbing his head up and down on the gold-plated gun like he's sucking cock.
The mob boss can feel the burning desire quickly spreading throughout his entire body, igniting the strong urge to fuck his doll six ways to Sunday.
Taehyung lied about Jungkook being easily replaceable. He’s too precious to be thrown away. He knows he can never find another man or woman that could satisfy him not just in bed but in general.
Sure, the sex was amazing, definitely mind blowing. Might be a little crazy too most of the time but, it's not always just about sex. Jungkook completes him, makes him feel whole.
The two of them fit perfectly like a puzzle. A match made in heaven, complementing each other in every twisted way imaginable.
How can Taehyung possibly replace him when he's too busy being Jungkook’s to fall for somebody new anyway?
Jeon Jungkook is, and will always be, the only one for Kim Taehyung.
“Bang!”
Taehyung’s rich baritone voice boomed across the room, startling the blonde male in the process. It still scared Jungkook to death even when he's well aware that the gun’s safety was on. Just as he thought, the mobster wouldn't dare send him up to heaven. Or down in hell. Wherever their fucked up selves belong.
The raven-haired let out a vicious snicker when he saw the other man flinch.
“Enough.” Taehyung pulled the gun away and recklessly tossed it behind him, not giving a fuck on where it landed. The gang leader glanced down and noticed the other man’s hard on.
“Oh, what's this?” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s leaking cock, lips curled in a menacing smirk. “Knew that shit won't scare you.” The mob boss gave it a few tug as he pressed his thumb on the pre-cum stained slit, earning a choked moan from the blonde. “My darling, my dearest, my beautiful doll. So so so fucked up in the head, just the way I like it.” Jungkook truly was the exact amount of crazy that Taehyung wanted.
Jungkook whined when Taehyung stopped touching him and walked away. Though, his annoyance was instantly replaced by excitement when he saw where the mobster was standing now. Right in front of their fun box. It's a good thing that Taehyung had his back turned on him because Jungkook couldn't control the smile that crept up on his face.
“Now, now. Which one should I use on you?” Taehyung scanned the assortment of toys and kits they usually use when they're in the mood for some fun, crazy, kinky, wild sex. Which is most of the time anyway. His eyes landed on the black rope, customized to give it a glittery look. What's a better punishment than restraining a disobedient doll? “Perfect.”
Jungkook brought back his façade when Taehyung turned around. He tried his best to hold himself back from screaming when he saw the rope in the gang leader’s hand. Exactly what he was craving for. He can already imagine how the black rope would look like on his milky skin; can already feel the burn and the marks he'll get from its roughness.
“Bed. On your back. Now.” Taehyung put emphasis on the last word. The blonde male hurriedly crawled to the middle of their king-sized bed and laid on his back. He can see the fear in Jungkook’s eyes. Or should he say, his doll’s poor attempt to act like he's not enjoying everything so far. He's not dumb. Taehyung knows Jungkook like the back of his hand. And right now, he's a hundred percent sure that the man on his bed is actually anticipating the punishment he's about to receive.
Taehyung loomed over his lover, eyes raking on his exposed alluring body. The marks he made before he left for a certain mission were gone now. Though, one particular mark remained. The letter T on his chest. The beautiful scar right on top of where his heart is. The very first one Jungkook had received from Taehyung as a not-so-normal gesture to convey his feelings for the blonde.
Taehyung’s possessiveness took over him the very first time they made love. Not the crazy ‘I’ve branded you as mine so I own your entire being now’ kind of possessiveness, no. It was more like ‘carry my initial on your heart permanently and I'll keep you in mine until my heart stops beating’ kind.
Jungkook noticed the way Taehyung’s gaze lingered at his scar a little too long, his beautiful brown orbs filled with so much adoration. This is the side of the mad boss that only Jungkook got the privilege to see. The type of emotion that is only for Jungkook to feel.
And then their eyes met. That damned smirk returned on the mobster’s lips in an instant as if there’s a switch that can alter his personality with just a click.
“Hands closed in front of your chest, you know the drill, right?”
The blonde male quickly nodded and did what he was told right away, somewhat afraid to truly agitate the other.
Taehyung started to tie his wrists with a double knot, making sure it's tight but not too tight to actually hurt Jungkook, before proceeding to wrap the rope around his body a couple of times in an intricate method, creating a harness-like pattern on his chest as a result. The gang leader tugged the rope to ascertain that it's a snug fit, astonished at the striking contrast between the dark ebony rope and his doll’s snow-like complexion.
“You look absolutely beautiful being all tied up like that.” Taehyung let out an appreciative whistle as he admired the simple shibari. “All for me to ruin.”
Taeyhung straightened up and went to remove his own clothes. Jungkook had lost count on how many times he had seen the gang leader’s body but he will never ever stop from drooling over those broad shoulders, toned chest and abs, strong arms, sun-kissed skin, and his all time favorite, the tattoo on his chest. The gang’s insignia, a fierce white tiger with piercing electric blue eyes.
Jungkook’s liking all of this a little too much it's getting hard for him to pretend. Especially when Taehyung looked at him with hooded lustful eyes in all his naked glory, one hand on his manhood as he began jerking himself off as if putting on a show for him.
“Ah, I feel like fucking you isn’t really a punishment since you're a slut for my cock” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook by the jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. “You want that, right? Want me to fuck your brains out?”
Of course he does. He'd love that. But Jungkook won't admit it, not now at least. So, he shook his head in a pretense that he's against the very tempting offer. “N-no, please don't.” Yes, please do.
Taehyung just laughed at his face and laid down on the bed, positioning himself right under Jungkook's body. His left hand snaked down the blonde's body in a sensual manner, stopping at his rock hard cock to give it a firm squeeze. “No? Your body says otherwise, though.” Taehyung murmured in his ear, voice dropping dangerously low, making his dick react to his favorite sound.
Taehyung’s other hand went to his doll’s lips, “Suck.” He commanded, which the other male gladly obeyed, welcoming the raven-haired’s fingers in his mouth, sucking on them like there's no tomorrow. It's warm, wet, sloppy, and Taehyung’s loving the lewd sounds Jungkook was making.
“That's enough.” Taehyung took his fingers away from Jungkook's mouth and proceeded to prod his spit-slicked fingers on the blonde's entrance.
Jungkook tried to suppress his moan when the man behind him inserted two fingers in his tight hole. Keyword, tried. His eyes widened when he unconsciously let out a low moan, making his lover chuckle. Goosebumps erupted on his skin when he felt Taehyung’s hot breath on his neck.
“Just as I thought.” Taehyung curled his fingers, instantly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves. He had him memorized, including the spots that never fail to drive him crazy. And Taehyung’s simultaneously hitting some of those spots, making it hard for Jungkook to control himself. Taehyung’s big hand moving up and down on his manhood, the slender fingers pressing on his prostate, the warm breath on his neck. It's all too much for Jungkook. He's trembling and he can feel his legs shaking, telltale signs that he's about to cum.
Taehyung noticed it, of course. “Not yet. You're not allowed to cum until I'm done with you.” He said as his grip tightened around the base of Jungkook’s cock, stopping him from spilling his seeds.
Jungkook couldn't stop his tears from falling, a choked sob leaving his mouth. He's close, so fucking close. If only Taehyung’s generous enough to give him what he's aching for. But he knows he couldn't really do anything about it. He's not the one in control, he's helpless and all under the mobster's mercy.
“Yes, that's it. Cry for me, pretty.” If you're going to ask Taehyung which part of Jungkook is his favorite, he would say that it's his eyes in a heartbeat. His big doe eyes, bright and full of stars. And you know what makes those dark orbs a thousand times more beautiful? Tears. Jungkook's a pretty crier. He looks oh so pretty when his eyes are glistening with tears. Taehyung absolutely loves making Jungkook cry. Cry and writhe in pleasure, that is. There's no way in hell he's going to make his baby cry for other reasons.
Jungkook shivered when he felt Taehyung’s tongue on his cheek after licking the trail of tears that spilled from his eyes. The mob boss has a thing for tears, he's well aware of that. His eyes bulged in surprise just a few seconds after Taehyung removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, slamming it in without a warning.
The two lovers moaned in unison, Jungkook’s high-pitched moan harmonizing perfectly well with Taehyung’s low gravely groan.
Taehyung’s left hand remained on Jungkook’s cock to prevent him from cumming while his other hand made its way to his stomach, pressing down on it as he thrusted his hips up, going in as deep as he possibly could.
Jungkook's cries became louder as time went by. He's dying to reach the orgasm that was being denied from him. “Da-daddy, please.” Jungkook begged him as he tried his best to breathe evenly, “Taehyung.”
Jungkook moaning his name comes close as his second favorite. His voice goes a little higher than usual, sounding almost like a falsetto every time Taehyung’s name comes out from his mouth and the mob boss utterly adores it. It gave him an energy boost and a little push to send him over the edge.
His doll’s a moaning mess now, writhing on top of him as he continued to fuck him into oblivion. Taehyung pistoned his hips relentlessly, never missing Jungkook’s sweet spot that's making him see stars, taking him into another realm. You know what they say about bad boys?
Bad boys bring heaven to you.
Taehyung’s close. He can feel his body overheating from the extreme pleasure that's about to wash over him. He tugged Jungkook’s earlobe with his teeth as he whispered, “Cum with me.”
The mobster gave a particular hard thrust and released the blonde’s cock from his tight grip, making him scream out loud as he finally, fucking finally, squirted thick white ropes of cum.
Taehyung came at the same time as his doll, his seeds filling him up to the brim. He panted as he tried to catch his breath while he milks his orgasm with a few more sloppy thrusts, earning breathless moans from the man on top of him due to oversensitivity.
Taehyung buried his face on the crook of Jungkook’s neck, inhaling his natural scent when he took in a lungful of air. “You smell so good.” The gang leader said, his hands snaking around his lover's tiny waist to engulf him in a tight embrace. “You okay, baby?”
“Y-yeah.” Jungkook struggled to answer, still basking in the afterglow of their intense love making.
Taehyung lifted Jungkook up to pull his member out, making him whine in the process. The mob boss admired the mess his doll created on himself, soft skin stained with his own cum. He crawled towards their night stand to retrieve something. A pretty gold-coated dagger, adorned with tiny cuts of precious stones.
Ah, here comes Jungkook’s favorite. He's got a thing for sharp things, you see. And out of all the weapons he owns, that dagger is and will always be his favorite. The very first gift he had received from the mob boss.
They've played with the said weapon countless times and both of them loved every instance of it. Jungkook loves the sharp pain, Taehyung loves the tiny droplets of blood. Scarlet red tainting milky white skin, another perfect contrast.
Taehyung pressed the dagger’s sharp tip on Jungkook’s stomach, just the right depth to yield a trickle amount of blood. His precise hand made its way up until it reached Jungkook’s chest, rope-bound wrists on top, using the dagger to release them with one swift movement. Taehyung continued to cut the other loops until Jungkook was completely free from the black rope. The raven-haired placed the weapon back on top of their night stand and went back to his lover.
Taehyung hooked his finger under Jungkook's chin to make their gazes meet. “Don’t think I've forgotten about your little stunt at the club, darling.”
Jungkook let out a soft giggle. Did you think he didn't know right from the start what the mob boss was pertaining to? Of fucking course he knows. It was fun. Jungkook had fun, thank you very much.
“Jeon Jungwon, my older brother. He was the one your men saw at the club.”
“Why didn't you say so right away?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow at his lover.
“Where's the fun in that?”
“You. Are. A. Brat.” The leader planted kisses on Jungkook’s face with each word. “An insufferable brat.”
“Your brat.”
“Yeah, my brat.”