Trigger warning: Sexual activity.
Taehyung struggled against the two tall men dragging him up the stairs to the jet.
"Leave me! Just let go off me! I'm not going anywhere!!" He yelled trying to yank himself free, but the buff men with black sunglasses looked straight ahead, ignoring him as they hauled him from under his armpits.
The plane doors slid open, presenting a widely smiling air hostess.
"Welcome to the Jeonkart airlines! You're signing up into the VIP exclusive section!" She beamed, ignoring the obvious struggle the captive was putting up against the bodyguards, almost as if it was a regular occurrence in her plane.
One of the men nodded at her before she was leading them inside. Taehyung had to pause his struggle momentarily and watch in absolute awe. The whole place was shimmering in a beige golden hue, lazy classical music vibing off from some corner and a scented mist in the air that made Taehyung's nose feel funny.
It looked, smelt and felt like money.
There were only six seats, comfortably spaced with small coffee tables of their own and a possible good view of the clouds. Each of the seats were occupied by who he recalled were the mob boss's men, either lounging or chatting away without a care in the world.
The two men picked him up again, and the brunette recalled he had to keep the struggle on. He couldn't be here. He couldn't leave his country, nor his village, with some mafia. He was an officer, who promised to protect his countrymen with his last breath--
He stopped his train of thoughts as he was taken past the elite compartment, and seemingly into another room guilded with huge golden double doors.
The said doors slid open as soon as they arrived, and the men didn't miss a beat before pushing him in.
Taehyung fell clumsily, on his hands and knees as the doors silently slid shut again. He raised his head and looked around, a small gasp leaving his lips.
If what he saw outside was rich, this was crazy-fucking-conspicuous-rich.
Mat black walls patterned with sleek geometric designs, led all the way from the ceiling to the floor, a small golden chandelier hanging from the middle. There were cupboards with books lined up on one far end, a roundish white monoseat with a reading lamp near it, a decent sized curtained window to the left that would overlook the clouds upon flying.
And... a queen sized bed sitting right in the middle. The space was small but still managed to look spacious.
Taehyung had to refresh his mind-- this was a aeroplane?
But that wasn't even what surprised Taehyung the most.
It was the man on the bed, leaning against the mohagany headboard and watching him with dark amused eyes.
The devil boss.
He had a knee folded at the front, the other leg lying a little farther, making him spread out comfortably. Taehyung noticed he hadn't even cared to take off his shoes.
A tatted hand was placed on that knee, frivolously holding a white burning stick between two long bony fingers, the smoke waving off in little swirls.
Taehyung gulped.
The boss continued to watch him. Whether like a modern art in some museum or an animal in the zoo, the brunette couldn't point out yet.
"Hey cub... d'ya need a leash?" He hushed amusingly.
It was the second one, Taehyung decided. He coughed and shakily got to his feet, brushing his slacks and looking around once again. He debated saying something, but immediately decided against it when he saw the dark eyed man lift off the bed and stroll towards him.
His walk was lazy yet calculated, bringing him right in front of the cop in 4 long steps. Taehyung whimpered internally and took a small step back, face still only inches away from the other.
Jungkook watched him carefully, eyes scanning him up from the top of his head to his toes but he refused to let out a word. They stood in complete silence, which got uncomfortable, atleast for Taehyung.
"B-boss," he opened his dry mouth only to be interrupted.
"Call me Jungkook... Taehyung. "
Taehyung froze and looked at the man, who was now smirking back at him.
"I hope my men didn't bother you a lot?" Jungkook asked, looking over his shoulder at the closed doors and then back at the quivering boy, "they can be a little mean sometimes."
"W-why are you doing this?" Taehyung's voice shook but he wanted answers. The boss's pseudo sweet voice wasn't going to fool him.
Jungkook chuckled and began to walk, circling Taehyung with his eyes fixed on his body.
"Do you want me to tell you honestly?" He suddenly said, stopping right behind Taehyung. The boy didn't dare to turn and catch his eyes. They made him shiver. So he nodded, looking straight ahead.
"I just want to fuck you."
Taehyung gasped, half at the words and half at the sensation of being shoved. A large hand was pushing him forward and down on the bed, his face getting smushed into it with some force. The brunette emitted a squeal, which mostly went muffled into the soft mattress.
He could feel his heart thudding in its spot, threatening to burst as he struggled to breathe through the covers but he immediately froze when he felt a weight settle on his thighs.
Jungkook was straddling him.
Taehyung gasped again as a sudden stinging sensation rippled through his spine from his lower half.
He got spanked. Hard.
"God, I love your perky little ass," the ravenette rasped, squeezing the clothed flesh of Taehyung's butt with his large hands.
Fucking Freesias.
Taehyung breathed in a lungful of air and scrunched his eyes shut, biting his lip to stop himself from letting out any sounds. He didn't know his ass was this sensitive. Any brash touch with even remotely sexual intention sent straight signals to his dick. It was the second time this was happening and he hated it.
Sort of.
Jungkook's hands slid up to his waist, slipping inside the untucked and ridden up navy uniform shirt to caress the soft untouched skin underneath. Taehyung squirmed as his hands travelled down to cup his small waist from both sides.
"So soft," Jungkook hummed appreciatively, thumbs drawing small circles on his heated skin, "Just like I imagined."
Taehyung tried to get up but fell back down because of the heavy weight straddling his backside, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.
He huffed and finally decided to turn back and possibly glare at the impudent man but his intentions crackled down the moment he met Jungkook's lustful eyes.
Taehyung stared into those eyes, that looked like they wanted nothing else but to devour him that very moment.
"Whatcha looking at, cat?" Jungkook smiled softly, squeezing his love handles. Taehyung almost moaned.
"A-are you go-going to--" Taehyung didn't know what to call it. He didn't want to curse and this wasn't 'love making' of any sort, so he took a biological term to sound neutral, " have sex with me now?"
Ew, cringe. Taehyung hardly used such words.
Jungkook seemed to have caught on to it as well, laughing happily. He withdrew his hands from the younger's waist and raked one through his hair.
"Well... Do you want me to?" He asked instead, pining his gaze on Taehyung.
Taehyung almost looked conflicted but soon he was shaking his head in a big no. He didn't want to lose his virginity to a stranger.
Not even as hot as this one.
Taehyung bit his tongue and turned his head as if to hide his inner slutty thoughts, closely missing the sad pout on Jungkook's face.
"See that's where the problem lies," he told him," I can't sleep with you unless you give consent."
The brunette let out a breath at that, somehow believing his words. There wasn't a reason for the boss to lie to him when he could have easily had his way with him long back.
"S-so, will you let me go n-now?" Taehyung asked with the small hope rising in his chest, though some other part of his body deflated a little.
"What? No." Jungkook frowned quickly unmounting the boy to stand on his feet near the bed, "who told you that?"
The brunette turned back, looking confused.
"B-but you said--"
"I meant, Im going to wait for you to give me consent."
Taehyung's frown deepened.
"A-and what if I don't... Ever?"
"Oh you will. I can seduce you... Or maybe threaten you. Not that I would need that much effort. Either way you'll be mine in a few days. After I'm done you're free to go," Jungkook crossed his hands over his chest and looked down at Taehyung with a serious look
Taehyung thought about it.
"I-i would be free?" He confirmed, turning around to sit up on the bed.
"Yeah, let me fuck you now and you can get off the plane this instant."
The brunette bit his lip.
He really wanted to leave and go back home. Maybe this was his chance? He realised he wouldn't really mind sleeping with this mafia boss... As shameful as it sounds, but he was desperate. He knew he couldn't survive outside Korea, much less in a gang.
On more thought... he kinda liked rough men and being manhandled, to a certain extent that is. Maybe he could just... Maybe?
"Don't waste all our time thinking kitty, we've got 15 minutes before the plane takes off." Jungkook walked upto a table and twisted open the whiskey tumbler, pouring some of it into a glass.
"W-we'll be done in 15 minutes?" Taehyung slapped a palm on his mouth when he realised what he just said. Jungkook paused, taking in his words before a small chuckle left his lips.
He turned to face a reddening Taehyung, whiskey in hand as he stared at the other.
"We could go on for hours, if that's what you like," Jungkook smirked, leaning against the table, "you kinky fuck."
"I'm-im not kinky," Taehyung retorted nervously, "it came out wrong."
"Yeah? Then why are you hard?"
The cop snapped his head down and internally groaned at the small tent in his pants. His body really wasn't in his control anymore.
Jungkook chuckled again, raising his glass to take another sip.
"So what do you say... Officer?"
Taehyung bit his already bitten lips and forced himself to nod along.
"L-lets do it t-then."
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