warnings: 18+ PLS! the gold chain, dirty talking, choking, spitting, slapping, degrading, breeding, spanking, sneaking around, age gap, oral (on male), mirror kink, female masturbation, really rough man handling, hair pulling, begging, praise, lots of swearing - lmk if i missed something
pairing: Mob daughter!reader x bodyguard!Jake
warnings: Smut, smut, smut. some fluff in the end.
Jake and your family have been in the mob business for generations. His family was always involved with guarding things - packages, ammo, people. your family came from a long line of mob bosses, as your father is now, and his father before him, and so on. Dating had always been hard for you, considering your dad and 4 brothers were scary mob dudes. They could have anything they wanted in a snap - and so could you. Men were afraid of you. You intimidated them. When you met Jake, that changed. You didn’t intimidate him. You didn’t scare him. That attracted you to him. He was 11 years older than you. You had thought he wouldn’t give you the time of day, but one night when your father and brothers were away on a job, your father ordered him to protect you for the next few days. There wasn’t much protecting going on. In fact, he was waiting for your father to give those orders. The moment he saw you, all you did was make his mind race, his cock throb. He couldn’t handle it.
Your day had been drawn out. Your father locked you in his study, afraid someone would come into your fathers workplace (which happened to be his mansion that you all lived in) while he was out dealing with people who could help him take down your rivals. Jake sat in the corner of the room, watching you closely as you sat on your father's chair, listening to the soft patter of the rain outside. You wore a sleep shirt along with some velvet sleep shorts. Your legs were propped up on the desk. You two weren’t together. Although, you’d like to be, you mostly just fucked. Your father would kill Jake if he found out about it.
“You ever get bored? Just watching me all day? I mean, what else do you ever do except watch me?” You said, rolling your eyes towards him.
“You saying all I am is a babysitter?”
“Well, you said it, but if you put it like that - yeah. My dad hired you to babysit me.”
“Your dad hired me because I come from the best of the best. I’m loyal.” His nostrils flared and his eyes rolled at being described as a “babysitter”.
“Oh yeah?” You smirked, “Loyal to who?”
“Your family, obviously. We’ve all worked together for generations.” His eyes darted up to your fingers that softly fiddled with your hair.
“I’m bored. Let's get out of here.”
“Your father told me to not let you leave. We’re staying in here.”
“But he doesn’t even have a tv! What fucking mob boss doesn’t have a tv in his study? So boring.” Jake’s eyes roll at your complaining. He stays quiet. He always did this. He acted like you were nothing to him unless you were fucking or you just got done. Post sex Jake was probably the sweetest you’d ever catch him. When it all came down to it, he was a big softie.
“Well i’m going out. Want anything?” You walked towards the door, getting ready to open it, but Jake steps in front of you, holding the knob, blocking you from leaving.
“What the fuck? Move!” He didn't budge.
“Your father said to keep you here and that's what i’m gonna do. You’re not going anywhere.”
“I don't care what my dad said. I've been in here for two hours, I need to leave.” He still didn't move. You tried prying his hand off of the door knob, but compared to him in size, you were a child. It wasn't even a question whether or not you could get his hand off of the knob. You groaned, giving up.
“Fine.” You shrugged. You went back to your father's chair and sat down. Back to square one. Jake sat in front of you, your knees almost touching. He looked so good in his black suit, fitting perfectly tight on him. You licked your lips. He wouldn’t let you leave so you might as well make the best of your alone time in the study. You sucked on your middle finger and ring finger, getting them both wet, slipping them into your short velvet shorts.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jake asked, annoyed at your shenanigans.
“Come on, Jake. Don’t act like it doesn’t make you hard to see me rub my pretty pussy. Father is gone. You don’t have to pretend.”
“I’m not pretending, now stop it.” His demand only made you rub your clit harder and faster. You let out a soft moan.
“Play with me. I know you want to.”
“Stop it. Or you’re gonna be in big trouble.” You snicker,
“You’re all talk. Even when you do punish me, I still get what I want.” His eyes snapped to yours, looking dead into them. “Don't make me count, baby.” Your head fell back, soft moans falling from your lips as you inserted two fingers inside of your wet cunt, completely ignoring Jake. Jake didn’t get super pissed at things usually, but he hated being ignored. Your motions were interrupted by Jake’s hand snatching your wrist and pulling you into him. You yelped in surprise, smirking because you know you pissed him off. That’s exactly what you wanted.
“What the fuck did I say, y/n?” Something about the way he said your name made you feel small. Your neck shrunk into your shoulders and your eyes widened. “What, cat got your tongue all of a sudden? I’m the one that’s all talk, but as soon as I give you what you want, you curl up and act shy. Who’s really the pussy here, huh? You think you can act like a fucking brat and get away with it?” He yanked your hair in his big, veiny hand, “Think you can jeopardize my job - no, my life, what, because you’re bored? You think you know me, baby? You think you know what I can do? You’ve no fucking clue what I can do to you.” You eyes dart down, embarrassment taking over your body.
Your face whipped to the side, “Fucking answer me.” He growled,
“No, sir, I’m sorry I was a brat!”
“Get up.” You wasted no time, immediately doing what he says. He stood up with you and pushed you face down onto your father’s desk. The desk made a thump noise from how hard he pushed you into it. One hand was tangled in your hair and the other on your hip. “You’re gonna take everything I give you like a good little slut, and you’re gonna fucking appreciate it, do you understand?” You nodded, earning yourself a tight pull on your hair, you whimpered,
“Use your fucking words, you know the drill. Why do you insist on making me mad, baby?”
“Yes, sir, I understand, thank you, sir, im sorry!”
He pulled your shorts down, groaning at the wetness on your cunt and thighs.
“You get this wet touching yourself in front of me? God, you’re such a dirty little whore.” You moaned at the name, his hand still in your hair, the other stroking the skin of your ass.
“I want you to count each spanking.”
“Yes, sir.” You waited in anticipation, the air was thick. You waited. And waited. A loud smack sounded through the air.
“Oh! One!” You counted, moaning at the sensation. Jake rubbed where he spanked you on your right ass cheek. He began stroking the other side now. SMACK.
“T-Two! Thank you, sir!” you whimpered. Once again, he soothes the red mark, moving to your other cheek yet again, continuing on for 15 spanks. By the end you were a blubbering mess, and he hadn’t even touched your pussy yet. You were only just beginning.
“Sit up, face me.” You did, looking into his blue eyes. They were soft, looking into you to find any sign of distress. none. He smirked. He knew from the moment he saw you that you weren’t innocent or easily broken. It’s one of the reasons he began to fall for you. His fingers traced your bottom lip. He kissed you, finally putting his lips on you hungrily. His hands held you waist, your hands went to his hair. He scooted you against his body, now trapped between him and the desk. His hard dick was on your inner thigh, throbbing. His tongue fought with yours, swirling, biting, sucking, it was a mess. You pushed your hips into his, grinding your core on his thigh, making you moan aloud. He pulled back from your lips, watching you ride his thigh for a moment. Your breathing was heavy, your eyes were closed, your hips were shaking. You looked beautiful. Already worn out and hadn’t even been fucked yet.
“Look at you. Dirty little girl. Who taught you that, hmm? You’re so bad. So beautiful like this.” His hand went to your ass, matching your rhythm and pulling you back and forth on the material on his thigh. The new help made your grind harder and faster, your clit now brushing onto his thigh. You squeal out,
“You feel so good! Want your cock.”
“Yeah? Get on your knees baby.”
You did. You looked up at him, waiting for your next command, but all he did was raise and eyebrow and nod down to his pants. You unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops and pulling it out. You yanked down his pants and left on his boxers, smirking up at him when he looked at you as a warning
“Don't you dare tease. You’re on thin ice already.”
“I thought you liked it when I was bad.” You rubbed your hand on his erection. You could almost feel the veins through his boxers.
“Y/N.” You sighed defiantly, pulling down his boxers, perking up when you see his cock, standing to full attention, and his swollen, red, throbbing tip. You circled your index finger around the head of his cock, grabbing it and kitten licking his head. You kept eye contact, licking from base to tip, making him gulp and his eyebrows furrow. Your hand stroked his cock, leaving your mouth off of it. He was getting mad. All this teasing was setting him off. Still, all you did was stroke with your hands, kitten licking the tip here and there. He pulled his body away from you and leaned down to grab the belt off of the floor. You gasped, realizing what he was doing.
“Now i’m gonna have to tie your hands up, because you don't know how to act. Am I gonna have to tie your fuckin ankles too, huh? How ‘bout I tie you up and leave you here for your daddy to see? Leave you here wet, horny, alone.” Your hips thrusted up against nothing.
“You wouldn’t. You’re just as afraid as to what he’ll do as I am.”
“I’m just afraid he’ll take my good girl away from me. No. I’m afraid he’ll take my fuck toy. That’s all you are to me. Just a hole to fill up,” He tied your hands back, “open your fucking mouth.” The second it was open, he shoved his cock into your mouth. His hips thrusted in and out of your mouth, fucking your throat. You gagged as he went deeper and deeper, testing your limits. He would never push you too far. His hips shoved his dick all the way down your throat, making you take all of him in. You gagged, your body heaved forward from the movement. He pulled out, giving you a moment to breathe. You were stunning. There was mascara running down your cheeks and drool coming from the sides of your mouth. He put his cock back in your mouth, gentler this time.
“All you're good for is my cock. Stuff your mouth full of it so you can't make a sound. Just want you to shut the fuck up and take my cock. You’re very vocal, anyone ever tell you that? All you fucking do - is yack - fuck. Gotta put your mouth to good use.” You moaned, the degrading making you feel small. You wanted to please him and only him. His moans above you made you profusely wet, your hips grinding and clenching around nothing. Air.
“God, you make me feel young again, I fucking love it, baby doll.” He pulled out and leaned down to you.
“Open.” You obliged, opening wide once again, sticking out your tongue. He spit into your mouth, hot and messy. Some of it got on your cheek. He smeared it on your face, chuckling.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He looked amazing. The only light in the room was from the moon and the fireplace. His gold chain glowing. His skin was slightly illuminated by the window next to you. You could see the beads of sweat on him. He suddenly picks you up - like you’re nothing, and slams you against the mirror your father has hanging in the corner of the room. There’s a desk underneath it, so you brace yourself on it.
“You want my cock?” He asked, his voice dropping an octave lower.
“Yes! Please. I'm so wet for you.”
“Please, please, please, i want your cock, please, i’m so fucking wet. I can’t take it anymore. Haven’t been fucked by you in two weeks. I crave you, I need you. Please just fuck me. Use me.”
His lips were on your neck and he chuckled, grabbing his cock and rubbing it up and down your slit, collecting your juices on it.
“Wh-What?! You asshole! Ah!” He slammed your body onto the desk under the mirror, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at his and your reflection.
“This. This is why you’re not getting fucked. This is why you’re in trouble,” He pushes your face closer to the mirror “cause you cant keep your fucking mouth shut. You think I have the patience to deal with you, huh? Maybe you are too young for me. Maybe I shouldn’t keep you around for this anymore, huh? Why should I keep a bratty little bitch around?”
“I’m sorry! I’ll be good, please, please, just please fuck me.” His hand travels down to your thigh, rubbing your pussy, smearing your juices. He inserts one finger, curling it inside you.
“Jake, please.” Your eyes darted to his through his reflection. His thumb came to your clit, rubbing lightly, making your hips jut towards his hand.
“Gonna stretch you out real good for my cock baby. You tell me when you’re close. You dont wanna get into more trouble do you, baby?”
“Mm-mm. Wanna be good for you.” He added another finger, curling them both inside you and doing a come hither motion.
“Jake!” His fingers hit your spot perfectly, making you gasp out and grab his wrist. And then he added a third finger, slowly working it into you. You rolled your hips into his hand, your clit rubbing against his palm, making you moan loudly and your eyes roll.
“M’ so close.” You gasped, letting out a long moan as the coil in your stomach gets ready to snap. He pulls his fingers out of you. You groaned in annoyance.
“If you weren’t such a bad girl today, I would’ve made you cum 5 times already, baby.”
“I’m so so so so sorry, sir! Please, just want your cock. Wanna feel your cum drip out of me, please. Use me, please.” Whimpers fell from your mouth as he moved behind you. He removed his half unbuttoned white shirt, the only thing he had on still. You pushed yourself back against his cock, feeling it hard and ready on your butt, he let out a long moan, licking his lip and grabbing your ass, guiding you up and down on his cock. He stroked his cock a couple of times, placing himself at your entrance.
“You think you deserve my cock, whore?”
“No. But I want it, sir. Please. Wanna be ravaged by you.” You said honestly. You knew what you were doing when you were being bad. You deserve punishment. He pushed the tip of his dick into you, teasing you.
“Beg me. Beg me and maybe, just maybe, i’ll let you cum on my cock.”
“I don’t wanna cum. I just wanna feel you, just wanna please you. I’ve been so bad. I don’t deserve you, sir, just use me please. Take your anger out on me.” His eyes softened when he looked at you. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of your head, pushing the rest of his cock inside of your warm, welcoming cunt. You both moaned. Neither one of you would ever get bored of the feeling of each other. He tried to give you a few seconds to adjust, but you were already moving yourself up and down his cock.
“You’re so tight, love.” He put his chin on your shoulder, pounding his hips slowly into yours. Every time his hips hit your ass, you let out a small moan. He left little love bites on your shoulder (leaving them on your neck would be too big of a risk).
“What do you think your daddy would think of you, hmm? His little angel getting fucked by his best friend's son? In his study? You’re fucking filthy, baby. You get off on this, huh? Watching yourself get fucked? Maybe when we get outta here you should go get a big mirror installed in your bedroom. Think about it. Getting a mirror above your bed so you can watch me fuck you, huh? Mmm I'm sure you’d love that. I know I would. I’d love to watch you suck my cock through that mirror. We would have so much fun.” You’re screaming now, his hips pounding against you mercilessly. He put a hand over your mouth, biting into your shoulder to keep you both quiet. He did enjoy your relationship (if you could even call it that). He really did like you, loved you a bit, even. But God, was he afraid of your family. and his. He wouldn’t be very happy if he were to lose you.
“You feel so good, so tight and warm. God, I would give anything to be buried inside you forever.” You moaned against his hand, your pussy clenching around his cock. His hand came down to your clit, rubbing. The hand on your mouth went to your shoulders, wrapping his arm around you, holding you in place as he thrusts into you. The pressure of his arm and being pulled back into him gave a new angle. A delicious one. You yelled, squealed, moaned. Looking into his reflection, seeing his hips slam against yours, his gold chain bouncing on his chest from how fast and hard he went. You were trying to stay quiet, but with him, it wasn't that easy.
“I’m gonna cum in you, baby. You want that? What do you think would happen if you were to get pregnant? Could you imagine your father’s reaction?”
“Yeah,” you chuckle, “He’d fucking kill you.”
“Nah. I’d take you somewhere far. Where we could fuck and have as many babies as we fucking want. Run far- fuck- so fucking far away. Marry you, give you all my kids.” You couldn’t handle it anymore, the warmth in your belly was ready to spread.
“You wanna cum, baby? Wanna cum for me?” You nodded your head like it was the only thing you could do, biting down on your lip and shutting your eyes. Your hand found it’s way to his neck, pulling on his gold chain, loving the feeling of it latched to your finger. His mouth moved by your ear and he whispered,
It was like a fire went ablaze in your stomach. Your thighs shook, your body convulsed, you were gasping for air. Jake groaned your name behind you, spilling his seed into you. You slumped over the desk, Jake’s hand was on your waist. He pulled out and turned you around, picking you up and carrying you in front of the fireplace, laying you down in front of it. He got a blanket from the couch, laying down next to you, and covering you both. You put your head on his chest, listening to his slowing down heart beat.
“Did you mean what you said? About running away?” You asked, tracing circles on his chest.
“Nah. Spur of the moment.” You both broke into a fit of giggles, “Yeah, I meant it. I do enjoy the moments we have together. I like you.” One day he would say he loves you.
He turned to you, stroking the fallen hair out of your face, “And for the record, I never get tired of watching you.”
