Pay Up iKON Junhoe x READER
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Summary: Unpaid debts from illegal gambling take you to meet the ruthless gang boss whom you owed money to, but how will you paay him?
Pairing: Koo Junhoe (June) x Reader
Words: Several, I’d say
Genre: Smut
A/N: there’s some heavy stuff here, so if you’re not very comfortable with extremes I would advise you to skip this!
“No... Please! Please give me another chance, I promise I can do this I-I’ll do anything!” You begged, tears threatening to fall from your distressed eyes.
“Sorry love, ain’t no breakin’ the rules...”
The big man with the rough beard wearing a heavy-looking leather vest collected the remaining chips on the table, after showing his royal flush.
Your head sunk low. Small whimpers and sniffs could be heard, and although you wouldn’t show your pained expression, all of the men in the room could tell you were crying.
“How are you gonna pay love?”
The rules of this Poker game with a twist were pretty simple: if you didn’t have enough chips to even the ones on the table but still didn’t want to fold, you would write on a paper the ammount still needed and throw it near the chips that represented quantities of money.
You slowly lifted your head. Your eyes looked dead, even though they were crying, and your hair seemed as if it hadn’t known a hairbrush in weeks.
You chuckled at the question. The situation was nowhere near being funny however.
“I-I’m... I’m not. I can’t play this.”
One of the men she had been playing against looked visibly shocked: his head immediately turned to her, his eyes grew twice their size and his mouth opened a little. The man that had received all of the chips stopped counting the plastic pieces to look at the brave girl who had just said that. The rest of the men had a mixture of pity and shock in their expressions.
“Ya done messed up girl... I’m sorry but from here on it ain’t my department no more.” The dealer said, raised his hand, and made a movement with it so as to call over one of the big men all dressed in black that stood by the door.
“This young lady ain’t able to pay, would you escort her to Boss so he could handle it?”
The man said nothing, he simply nodded and walked next to your chair. You stood up calmly and started walking. You weren’t going to fight it, there was no point in trying to run from a gang... She had better luck fleeing the country, but with what money?
“Good luck darlin’ you gonna need it with that man...” One of the other players said, before you left.
After a couple minutes of walking and climbing stairs, they arrived to a hallway that had one door only. The big man knocked on said door.
“Can it wait?” A man yelled in a deep, raspy voice from the inside of the rooms.
The guard looked down at you and then at the door.
“Where would we keep her?”
The question made by the man startled you.
Oh God, what had you walked into!?
But to ease your mind, a sigh was heard.
“Go ahead...” He said from the inside.
The guard finally opened the door, grabbed your arm and pushed you in.
The man in the large room was standing by the big window, looking outside and sipping a glass of whiskey.
He turned around to face you and made a nasty face. You must have looked like a mess...
The man sat behind a desk and stared at you.
“Well, are you going to sit down or will I have to call in the big guy to sit you down?”
You scurried to the chair and took a seat.
The person in front of you seemed a little too young to be the Boss of a gang, but he certainly looked like one: his lip had a scar, and it seemed like it had been busted pretty recently, his cheek was stitched up, his torso and forearms (that were mostly exposed due to the rolled up sleeves and unbottuned white shirt) were painted with permanent ink and his eyes looked like he had never loved anything in his life.
“You’re making me annoyed. Why are you not speaking? We’re not here for a picnic, I don’t think I need to tell you I’m not a fucking fortune teller, I can’t foresee why you’re here.” He told you in a condescending tone.
You were already nervous, and this approach sure as Hell wasn’t happening.
“I can’t pay.” You finally let out.
The man, who was taking another sip of his drink, just raised an eyebrow at you.
“What else is new... We don’t take late payments, so you can choose between finding a way to pay me right now or mysteriously disappearing one day.” He threatened.
You could feel sweat starting to form on your forehead as you swallowed air.
“I can... pay you another way.” You said as you leaned your breasts on top of his desk and bit your lip while winking at the man.
To your surprise, the Boss just rolled his eyes.
“If I accepted every of those requests” he started as he stood up “do you even imagine how many women I would have had by now? I’m sure you can imagine that if I wanted to fuck someone I wouldn’t have a problem. If that was all you had to offer, you may go.”
Your knees suddenly felt weak. No, no, no ,no! This couldn’t possibly be happening! This desperation clouding your mind brought one last idea.
“My life.”
This caught the man’s interest. He turned around and looked at you, whom stood up.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’ll give you my life. I’m yours. You’ve had many girls, but I bet you’ve never had one to call your possession. To be whoever you wanted her to be. A costumizable sex slave.”
You could see the man’s lips crack a smirk. The man would have been lying if he said that a “costumizable sex slave” didn’t sound like music to his ears.
He stepped closer to you and put his glass down on his desk.
“You think you can take it?” He asked, as he traced your jaw with his finger.
“Test me.”
The smirk that was once on his lips had turned into a full dirty smile. He looked behind you, and you followed his eyes with your own.
“That’s the bathroom. Fix yourself up and meet me out here once you’re done.”
You smiled a little and hushed to the room. You were quick to find a hairbrush and a towel, which was basically all you needed. You fixed your hair quickly and washed your face. Then, you removed all of your clothes, leaving you only in your red lace underwear. You hadn’t planned for this to happen, but you thanked God you decided to wear something nice under your clothes today.
Once you were happy with your look, you opened the door and stepped out, striking a pose as you stopped.
Junhoe, who was already shirtless took a good look at you and smiled.
“Now we’re talking.”
He called you over using his finger, and like a good girl you obeyed.
“How’s my slave named then?” He asked, while his hands roamed free on your body.
“Y/N. How should I call my master?”
The pet name you called the man made him smile, and feel some type of way down there.
“My name is Junhoe, but I like to hear that pretty mouth call me master.”
As your arms flung around his neck, his hand brought your hips closer together by his large hand tightly groping your ass.
“Your wish is my command master.”
Junhoe groaned and latched his lips onto yours. He didn’t take it slow, quite the opposite, he went as harsh as possible.
When his lips left yours, he started kissing down your jaw and neck. He bit and sucked harshly on your neck, causing you to tangle your fingers in his hair and moan loudly.
“Undress me and suck this cock.” Junhoe whispered in your ear whilst grabbing your cheeks.
“Yes master.”
You got on your knees and undid the belt and zipper of the suit pants. You brought them down, along with his briefs and the man stepped out of the clothing items.
His lenght was standing proudly in front of your face, and you were loving it. You encircled your hands around his cock and spat on it, so you could start by slowly pumping him.
Once you saw him roll his eyes out of pleasure, you licked a stripe along his member and started bobbing your head, following your hand movements.
A couple seconds after, Junhoe grabbed the back of your head and started thursting into your mouth, making you gag on his cock.
Junhoe’s eyes were closed and his mouth was agape. The sounds you were making were the best thing he had heard all month.
As he was about to come he pulled out. The man instructed you to get up, and you oblied. He reached on your back and skillfully unclasped your bra, then removing it.
“On the floor. All fours.”
“Yes master.”
You got on all floors on top of the rug. You felt the man kneel down behind you and pull down the rest of your underwear.
“Open up.” He said, holding your panties balled up near your mouth.
You opened your mouth, only for it to be stuffed with your own underwear.
“Everytime you make a sound, you’ll be punished, understand?”
You spoke a muffled “Yes master”, then earning a sharp pain in your ass.
“What did I say princess?”
Junhoe started by kissing your thigh, then around your core, and when his tongue started pushing in and out of you, oh boy shit got real. You wanted to scream out his name but you knew you couldn’t.
You sunk your head in the rug to try and help your situation, but to your surprise, Junhoe pulled away from your wet pussy and his hand flew across your ass.
“Mantain your position.”
You nodded, and he kept licking long stripes on your womanhood, this time adding three fingers as well, pulling them in and out as fast as he could.
He stopped once more, but only to flip you around, so he could see your face as he played with you pussy like it was his own toy.
Junhoe continued licking you and fingering you. Your face was as red as the walls of the room, and the both of your knew you were about to come.
“Kitten wants to come?”
Junhoe watched you nod impatiently and he smirked. He pulled out his fingers, denying your orgasm. You whined silently at that.
Your master proceeded to remove your “gag” and shoved in your mouth the three fingers that had been on you. You sucked on them, and licked each finger clean, and oh it was a sight to see.
“Oh babydoll, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Junhoe groaned, as he settled between your legs and slapped your thighs.
“Please master, I can’t wait for your cock to fuck me.”
This was Junhoe’s kryptonite. He pushed into you and pounded you like there was no tomorrow. You were yelling for his name loudly, as he fucked you mercilessly. One of his hands grabbed your thigh, while the other reached for your neck and choked you harshly, adding some new marks to the ones that had been made by his mouth.
You couldn’t handle all of this anymore so you clenched around his hard member and you came, hard. Your mouth let out a loud moan and your legs trembled.
“On your knees.” Junhoe demanded after a couple more thrusts, as he stood up.
You obeyed quickly, and he started pumping his dick near your face.
“Please let me be your cum slut master.”
“Oh my God...” He growled in a low voice and threw his head back.
A few more pumps and he came, spewing his warm liquid all over your face.
The only thing audible in the room were heavy breathings for a while, with the two of you trying to regain your normal breath, but then, Junhoe spoke.
“Welcome to the gang Y/N”
