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The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Masterlist]
Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.
Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)
Series Word Count: 26.9k (and counting, updated as new chapters are added)
Status: Ongoing, new chapters added frequently! Unsure of how many parts this will have, so expect another update until a part labeled โfinalโ is posted!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Interlude: A Ski Trip and a Proposal (Flashback)
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10 (Coming Soon)
If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.
โ Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader
โ Rating: Explicit/18+
โ Genre: Mafia, established relationship, angst, smut
โ 9 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Mafia)
โ Word Count: 2,053
โ Warnings: Organized crime, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, infidelity (MC's boyfriend is Yoongi *gasp*), MC is actually kind of sick in the head lowkey lmfaooo, marijuana (is it a jai fic if weed isn't at least mentioned?), casual conversation about being murdered, dom!reader, sub!Jungkook, gunplay, consensual sex while under the influence of alcohol, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm control, hair pulling, rough sex, pain kink
โNotes: I was never here. I repeat, I WAS NEVER HERE.
โ Post Date: February 13, 2024
โ Masterlist |
โ What was Jai listening to? Oxygen - Jackson Wang
โI fucking hate you.โ
Jungkook tastes blood as he watches you stumble up the marble stairs, break-ankle stilettos grating into the stone like his molars grate against each other when he chews the inside of his cheek.
It takes three steps before you give up, bending to slip your finger under the thin black strap that hugs each ankle to keep the red bottoms in place. Off-balanced from holding your leather jacket balled up under one arm, you teeter on one foot, and Jungkook has to fight the urge to grab your waist.
Air rushes out of Jungkookโs nostrils, a scoff that mixes with the wind. Itโs one of the last days of summer before autumn cuts the nights short and chills the air. If Jungkook could have his way, he would be sitting out on his balcony right now with a fat blunt and his phone on silent.
Instead, heโs dealing with you.
โAre you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fucking help me?โ you snap, words slurring together when you pout through them.
Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek where heโs bitten into the fleshy skin. The metallic flavor mixes oddly with the aftertaste of his half-smoked blunt from earlier.
โThought you said you hate me,โ Jungkook sucks his teeth, tattooed fingers squeezing your bicep to steady you while you unclasp your shoes.
โI do.โ
โHmm.โ Jungkook exchanges a grip on your arm for the heels, black and deadly like the Glock clipped to his waist.
Your dress rides up far enough that your asscheeks are exposed when you bend down again, your skimpy black thong doing nothing to cover you. The sheer pair is one Yoongi bought you for Valentineโs Day last year. Yoongi hadnโt batted an eye when he dropped thousands of dollars on a lingerie set that he isnโt even patient enough to appreciate on your body before he rips it off.
Not Jungkook, though. Jungkook is patient.
โCarry me,โ you whine, pushing up against Jungkookโs side, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging.
Jungkook knows not to look up at the columned overhang, but the many cameras lining the mansion's exterior weigh heavily on him as he helps you up the stairs to the front door.
โI canโt,โ Jungkook grits his molars, jaw flexing beneath taunt skin, โAnd you know that.โ
The keypad at the front door unlocks with Jungkookโs thumbprint. Inside, the foyer is dark. Itโs nearly four in the morning, and the rest of the guards are either monitoring the cameras or asleep. Theyโre all lower-level and easily bend to Jungkookโs will, meaning none of them will rat you out for slipping off in the dead of night to go party with your friends despite being under strict orders not to leave the house until Yoongi returns from his business trip.
As second-in-command, Jungkook should be in Japan with Yoongi, handling what will likely be one of the largest arms deals in Bangtanโs history. But Yoongi is paranoid, and paranoid men donโt leave their girlfriends with just anyone. Especially when their girlfriends are trouble.
And you? Youโre trouble in a tight little black dress, hips swaying as you walk with new purpose through the foyer, your leather jacket thrown on the floor for Jungkook to pick up as he trails behind you โ always trailing, following just a half step behind you, only in front when he puts his life on the line over yours. And he does, has the scars on his body to prove it, scars you like to bite to remind him of everything heโs willing to lose for Yoongi. For you.
There are only three types of rooms in the house that donโt have cameras installed: bedrooms, bathrooms, and arms rooms. You like to have Jungkook fuck you in all of them.
Tonight, itโs one of the basement-level arms rooms, the one Yoongi likes to use for entertainment because thereโs a full bar and a conference table typically littered with guns, drugs, and money.
And sometimes, if Yoongi is in a shitty mood, girls.
You donโt care what Yoongi does, though it wouldnโt matter even if you did. As Bangtanโs leader, thereโs no room for criticism of the boss โ unless someone wants to lose a limb or their life, and Yoongi is known to be trigger-happy.
You learned that from him.
Jungkook lets out a shuddered breath as you drag the muzzle of his gun from the middle of his sternum down his abdomen. The metal is cold, and you move slowly, taking your time over every hill and valley of his muscles, painting goosebumps across his skin until you reach the waistband of his underwear.
The chamber is empty, but it still makes Jungkookโs heart jump in his throat when you press the gun against his clothed cock.
โYoongi is going to kill us one day,โ you whisper, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a smile.
Jungkook leans back with his elbows against the table where youโve sat him at one of the chairs. Youโre in your heels again. Jungkook loves it when you stand over him, a powerful force far too often squandered by Yoongiโs overbearing leadership and desire to be the most feared person in the room. Itโs one of Yoongiโs greatest mistakes.
Youโre gorgeous, stripped down until all youโre wearing is another manโs Valentineโs Day gift, your own body a present Jungkook has the unholy pleasure of opening again and again โ but only after youโve opened him up, gutted him like a fish.
Or blown him open, a bullet bursting like shrapnel to cut him from the inside out. Jungkook would let you do it.
Jungkook stares up at you with innocent eyes that tell nothing of the secret horrors his hands have done, of the horrors he has endured and inflicted upon others. He stares up at you with innocent eyes and his lips wrapped around the muzzle of his gun that you hold with your finger on the trigger.
โBang, bang,โ you giggle as the gun clicks, and Jungkook lets you slide it further into his mouth, the tangy taste too similar to blood and nothing he hasnโt tasted before.
Maybe itโs fear that makes Jungkook crave you. Maybe Jungkook has a death wish. Maybe Jungkook likes the idea of you being his lifeline, the sole decider of whether he lives or dies. All it would take is one tiny confession twisted into a lie, and you could convince Yoongi that Jungkook came onto you and tried to seduce you.
Jungkook knows Yoongi would enjoy making him suffer if he thought Jungkook was treating you unkindly. Yoongi would enjoy violently murdering Jungkook even more if he knew just how good Jungkook treated you.
You donโt pull the gun back until Jungkook gags. Tears collect along his eyelashes, but he blinks them away as you toss his gun onto the table.
โYouโd let him kill you.โ
โYeah,โ Jungkookโs voice is hoarse from the gun, and it cracks when you sit on the table in front of him and spread your legs. โI would.โ
โYouโre fucking stupid.โ
โSo are you.โ
Jungkookโs cock throbs as he watches you slip your thong down your legs. You drag his spit-slicked gun along your dripping pussy, parting your folds and getting the muzzle shiny with your arousal. When his eyes flit up to meet yours, you let out a broken moan, tongue slipping out to lick your bottom lip.
โCome here,โ you beckon, the curl of your finger tugging Jungkook forward like a red string tied in a noose around his neck. He fits perfectly between your thighs, his clothed cock pressing against your exposed pussy.
โCan I kiss you?โ Jungkook whispers against your lips. His body crowds yours, forcing you to tip your head back to look into his pretty doe eyes.
โBe a good boy and clean this up first,โ you say as you hold up the gun in front of Jungkookโs face.
Jungkook doesnโt look away as he licks a stripe up the length of the gunโs muzzle, too turned on by how intensely you watch him lick and suck your juices off it. How eagerly he bends to your will is pathetic, but he doesnโt care.
When you toss his gun away to dig your nails in his hair and tug him into a bruising kiss, Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe.
You taste sweet, like whatever fruity cocktails youโd been drinking with your friends. Jungkook sucks your tongue, and he feels the vibration of your moans go straight to his leaking cock.
โFuck me,โ you moan with nails in his back, โAnd make it hurt.โ
Jungkook helps you off the table to bend you over it. He may prefer sex that is slow and face-to-face, but Yoongi is coming home in a few hours, and sometimes, you like to punish yourself by denying yourself the sweet, sensual care that Jungkook prefers to give you. Sometimes you like it dirty and fast like this, Jungkook fucking into you with your wrists behind your back and your face pressed into the conference tableโs cold, sleek surface.
You look forward to the tender bruise youโll have on the apple of your cheek and against your hips from where Jungkook fucks you hard enough that you slam into the edge of the table. Itโs a gamble, wondering if this will be the time Yoongi finally notices.
Sometimes Jungkook wonders if Yoongi already has noticed, and heโs just biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment to kill you both.
โFuck, jagi,โ Jungkook moans. The table squeaks and grunts as the force of Jungkook fucking you pushes the table back and forth across the floor.
โDo I feel good, baby?โ you gasp, twisting your hands in Jungkookโs so you can wrap your fingers around his wrist, too, to have something to hold onto.
โSo good,โ Jungkook whimpers, tightening his grip on your wrists. โCan I cum? Please?โ
Your skin is probably chafing from how hard youโre being bounced against the table, but all you do is moan and clench around Jungkookโs cock, taunting him.
โJagi, please,โ Jungkook begs, hips faltering slightly. Youโre so wet and creamy. Thereโs something about fucking you in the arms room that always makes you feel and sound better.
โYou wanna cum? Baby boy wants to cum?โ
โWanna cum so bad, you feel so, fuck, so, so good.โ
Jungkook lets go of your wrists to dig his fingers into your hips and pull you onto his cock with each thrust. You lift off the table slightly so he can wrap one arm around your waist and slip his fingers through your folds, playing with your clit as he fucks you. He knows he needs to make you cum first before youโll let him.
"Just like that, you're doing so well," you pant, pussy clenching and pulsing around Jungkook's cock so hotly that he knows you're going to cum soon.
Luckily, it doesnโt take long. Jungkook has you so worked up that you cum once he pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers while you writhe and squirm on his cock, whimpering his name.
โCome on, baby,โ you moan, โCum for me, now.โ
Tilting your head up, you let Jungkook kiss you. He squeezes his eyes shut as he cums inside you, mouth hanging open and completely useless to kiss, so you press light kisses along his sweaty throat instead.
โThank you,โ Jungkook whispers once his body has calmed down, gently easing out of you. His hands shake as he collapses into the chair and pulls you into his lap.
You kiss him properly this time, sliding your hands through his sweaty hair. Heโs pussy-drunk, fucked dumb, nothing but static in his head as your lips glide with his. He could stay like this, pliant like clay in your hands, let you mold him into whatever you want him to be. Let you make or break him. Jungkook doesnโt care.
โTell me you love me,โ you demand, nails sharp against Jungkookโs scalp.
โJagi,โ Jungkook whimpers when you pull his hair, โI love you so much. I love you more than anything.โ
โMore than yourself?โ
โMore than myself.โ
You hum into the next kiss, and Jungkook feels his body melt.ย
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