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Burning desire is what it was.
The way your hips swayed, your uniform skirt covering just enough to not get in trouble, but displayed soft skin that Jungkook yearned to touch. He liked to think, in his own sick mind, that you were teasing him when he got a peak of your panties.
Burning desire is what it was.
Your intoxicating scent that filled his nostrils whenever you were around and lingered even after you were miles away. You smelled so amazingly feminine that Jungkook couldn’t focus on anything but you the entire day.
Burning desire is what it was.
Your laugh could have his heart fluttering when his ears heard the melodic tune. The way your eyes would light up and your smile would grow wide on your face. You were so beautiful to him. Someone that could light up any room you entered, having all eyes on you without commanding it.
You almost never looked his way, Jungkook recalls. Not until one day. He remembered the day as if it was just hours ago. When your eyes met his dark, lingering ones. He sat in the back of the class, watching the way you talked to your friends. You had turned your head towards him so quickly that he didn’t have a chance to recover. His cheeks were bright red and the only way he could manage from now fainting was to remove himself entirely from the classroom.
You began to taunt him. It started off simple at first, Jungkook remembers. You’d give him subtle glances that your friends never caught. Then, you’d offer short grins that he thought were grimaces, until one grin became an actual smile.
You didn’t know what your smile did to him. If Jungkook thought a smile caused his nervous heart to beat, he nearly fainted when you fully acknowledged him. “Hi, Jungkook.” you said, voice sweet like honey when you passed by him. You were wearing your signature perfume that smelled like fresh roses and he was so astonished that you knew his name that he stopped dead in his tracks, doe-like eyes widening at you.
Were you a bitch for using Jungkook? Probably. Did he mind being used by someone like you? Someone so beautiful that, in his eyes, could do no wrong? Absolutely not. When you had asked Jungkook if he could help you with your homework, he hadn’t minded that you expected him to do the whole thing. He had, giving it back to you with trembling hands right before class started.
“You’re so smart, Kookie.” you told him when class was over, a bright red “A” at the top of your paper. Jungkook had nearly fainted at the nickname. Something so childish would’ve annoyed him with someone else - but coming from you, he was ecstatic.
Jungkook didn’t care how many assignments and essays of yours he did. He even perfected your handwriting so teachers wouldn’t grow suspicious. He loved helping you, he recalls. Hard work paid off when you gave him your number, stating that he could call you whenever.
Jungkook has to control his breathing when you invite him over to your home so you and he could work on a project. Sure, it was Jungkook doing all the work, but he hadn’t cared! You laid on your bed comfortably while he worked at your desk on an assignment that was worth the majority of your grade!
“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay you Kookie? You always help me.” you had said to him, bored as all of your friends were out while you were stuck home alone with Jungkook, a known nerd who you often took advantage of.
Jungkook had shook his head, those round-rimmed glasses low on his nose. He’s stiff when you tell him to sit next to you, your hands lifting the glasses from his face. His breathing is heavy and no matter how much he tries to control it, he can’t.
“You’re so cute.” you teased him. You knew about his crush on you. You knew the way he watched you all these years, silently pinning in the back of classes. It was bitchy to take advantage of his crush upon you, but this was High School. Next year, you’d be off to college and so would he.
With that in mind, you decided to have fun with Jungkook. The type of fun you’d never admit out loud to anymore. The humiliating kind that would just be for your own sick pleasure - to see how much Jungkook truly liked you.
“You’ve never done this before?” you asked him. You had shoved the boy against your soft bed, his face flushed red and eyes wide and alarmed. You’re straddling him, sitting against his obvious bulge. It wasn’t his fault, you had stripped down into nothing but the lacy panties and bra you wore, forcing the boy to do the same. Jungkook’s mind swirls at the thought of your warm cunt just a fabric away.
“Good.” you said when Jungkook shook his head, unable to speak. Here you were further torturing an obvious virgin - but you haven’t seen one like him before. At 18, boys were bragging about who they fucked and where.
Jungkook was so meek and shy and willing to allow you to do whatever you wanted.
You grinded against his hard, clothed cock, your clit growing wet with arousal. You had placed Jungkook’s hands on your waist before going to take off your bra. This is the closest he’s been to a naked woman before. The only pair of breasts he’s seen prior to this was behind a screen - he finds that this was better.
You could have whoever you wanted - Jungkook wasn’t the only one grappling at your feet. However, he was the submissive one. His adoration for you exceeded anything you’ve ever experienced. Beneath you, he’s moaning, eyes glossy with overstimulating pleasure - you want to laugh at the sight of him nearly crying, but you weren’t that much of a bitch.
“Someone as pathetic as you probably never kissed no one before.” you said, leaning down so your bare chest is against his.
You’re right, Jungkook thinks, he hasn't. His thighs tremble, his sight nearly blurring when your soft lips touch his, your tongue forcing his lips apart so you could slide it across his own. He’s cumming, humiliated at how easy it was for him to cum all over himself.
Your hips were still buckling when you lean back a bit, your tongue flickering so a trail of saliva pools out of your lips and into Jungkook’s - an action he allows with ease. You want to laugh at how pathetic he was, taking whatever you’d give him.
Humiliating Jungkook didn’t end there. You wanted to see how far you could take Jungkook. Each time he (secretly) came to your home, you’d do something different. You called Jungkook a pervert when you forced him to smell your panties, but the both of you were excited at the action. You called him pathetic when you told him to touch himself in front of you, but it was just to feed your own ego when you realized for a shy nerd, his cock was bigger than you imagined.
Each and every time, Jungkook did whatever you told him. He was just happy to be there, you and he both knew it.
You don’t ask Jungkook’s permission when you sinked yourself onto his cock one day, but he also didn’t appear upset. He’s truly unable to process it all, but with slight glossy eyes, he watches the way you bounce on him, taking away his virginity right before his eyes. His hands place themselves against your hips for support, soft moans spewing from his lips.
“You should be happy that someone like me is taking your virginity.” you told him, nails digging into his shoulders, your walls squeezing around his cock. “Doesn’t my pussy feel good, Kookie? Aren’t you happy to be fucking me right now?”
Jungkook nodded furiously. He was ecstatic to feel how wet and warm you were. How amazing you felt when you rose and fell against his cock, rocking your hips with such stamina that he’s moaning like a girl. He’s grateful that you allow his hands to roam your naked body, from your hips to your breast.His thumbs meekly twirl against your hardened nipples.
You were going to cum just as Jungkook was. Your eyes were squeezed shut, pussy squeezing him in a way he’s never felt before, that Jungkook doesn’t know what to do. He’s seeing stars in his line or vision that he blurts the first thing that comes to mind as you and he are cumming.
“I love you.” Jungkook had told you, and if he knew that it would be the end of it all, he would have kept it to himself.
That was nearly 13 years ago, Jungkook thinks, his eyes on his computer screen. Your name is on it, followed by your picture and a resume that he doesn’t bother looking at.
13 years since you ended it all. After his pathetic “I love you”, you had told him to leave. You hadn’t answered his calls and avoided him at school. Every chance he tried to apologize for his mistake, you refused to listen.
You and Jungkook graduated, and you refused to acknowledge he ever existed. He watched the way you opened his card at graduation. The way your eyebrows knitted together when you found him in the crowd.
Jungkook would never forget the way you placed the card back into the white envelope it came in and strolled away without another glance. You continued to ignore his calls until his phone could no longer reach your number.
For years, Jungkook blamed himself. It was his fault for ruining what you and he had - whatever that may have been. He was content with being nothing to you, as long as it meant that he could remain by your side. Even without the sex.
However, as he grew older, he felt nothing but resentment. Not just for you, but for other women who were not at fault. If he was told 13 years ago that you would break his heart and he’ll take it out on innocent women in the future, he’d laugh. He wasn’t an asshole. He wasn’t a stigma.
Until he was. Until he got older and grew into manly features. Until the muscles came, the tattoos and piercings. The high paying job with money that afforded him cars and nice things. Until the highpaying job turned into something of his own - a corporation that funded him millions.
Until countless women entered his bed, and all he could do was the same you’ve done to him - fuck them and tell them to leave the same night without as much as a look back.
It even left Jungkook out of all people as a single father - a moment of weakness, he recalls telling himself when he gained full and sole custody of his now five year old daughter. He didn’t love her mother in the slightest and wouldn’t have thought about her twice if she hadn’t gotten pregnant by him.
Jungkook did, however try with the women who he shared a daughter with. He tried to make whatever relationship it was work - being faithful wasn’t an option, however. He didn’t love her and never acted like he has - in his eyes, his money should be enough. Right there, he saw how emotional women were when you “broke” them. Jungkook still can hear the screams of his daughter, only a few months old, in the locked bathroom that he had to break down. She had attempted to not only drown herself, but their daughter in a drunken, heartbroken - and postpartum - rage.
It was the first time Jungkook had ever put his hands on a women, he recalled, something he wasn’t proud of, but would do again.
Jungkook clears his thoughts, remembering your application on his screen. You returned into Jungkook’s life without realizing who he was. Who the man you were applying to be a secretary for.
Jungkook thought about what he would say to you if he ever had the chance. Would he boast about the man he became? Would he even give you the time of day - a girl from High School who should be an after thought in his mind? To think someone like him has had other women in his bed for the last ten years, and all he could think about was you, the woman who fucked him for the first time.
The only woman Jungkook ever said he loved.
Jungkook accepts your application and forwards an email to you. Your interview was tomorrow evening for a job you already had. You were back in his life, more beautiful than ever and he’d be damn if he let you go again.
“Hello,” you say to the woman who greets you at the front desk. It’s eerily silent in the large building when you arrive, your heels clicking against the too-clean marble floors. “I was scheduled for an interview today.”
The woman nods her head, eyes advertising to her screen. Her manicure nails tap against her keyboard, eyes skimming through whatever was on her computer screen.
“He should be ready for you.” she states. She’s chewing gum, humming to herself when she pushes her computer chair away and stands. “Follow me.” she states, waving her hand.
The woman rounds the corner of the front desk and leads you to a set of elevators. “He’s on the top floor.” she states. “This elevator will take you right to his office.”
You follow the woman with a curt nod. The elevator chimes when she presses the button and you and she step inside. The elevator wall displays a mirror and you scan your appearance. You were dressed professionally, long-sleeved black shirt that isn’t too form fighting and dark grey dress pants. You admit the outfit was put together last minute when you received an email from the company to attend this very interview.
The elevator ride appears to drag on. Your eyes watch as the bright red numbers flash higher and higher as you and the woman ascend to the top of the building. You were nervous for the interview. You hadn’t had a secure job in months and instead were doing various side jobs, but only that could last you so long. You researched various jobs, applying to them all with an impressive resume to hear nothing back - until you did with this one. It was a secretary job that had decent pay and benefits and you could only pray you were the one they were looking for.
“We’re here.” the woman states as the elevator comes to a stop.
The elevator doors open to a large office. You notice immediately that the woman wasn’t lying when she stated the elevator brought you directly inside the office. You notice immediately in the center of the room sat a desk, and right behind it was ceiling to floor length windows that displayed the sight of the city just outside of it. The sky this evening is dark shades of grayish blue and mauve that compliments the city lights perfectly. You couldn’t imagine witnessing this view on a day to day basis. On the left and right side of the walls is painted black. The left side displays floating shelves, three in which hold several books. The following two appear to be several awards displayed.
The woman steps out and you follow her out, continuing to marvel at the spacious office. The right wall of the office is nearly vacant if not for several paintings displayed, the wall black as the side opposite of it. You notice immediately in the corner is a mini bar area where several rows of alcohol and wines are displayed neatly, above them different shapes and sizes of drinking glasses.
“Sir,” the woman states, and it’s then you remember you were supposed to be here for an interview. You stand a bit straighter. “Y/L Y/N is here for her interview.”
The woman steps aside, motioning you to step forward. Your eyes trail upwards towards the desk, the high chair swaying slightly.
“Would you like for me to serve you two anything to drink?” the woman asks. “Please, sit.” she tells you, motioning for you to sit across from the desk. The man’s chair is turned towards the large window, possibly looking outside at the view he was blessed with.
“That’ll be unnecessary, Lei.” the deep voice says. The chair turns are just as you take a seat in the leather chair across from the large desk.
Your eyes meet dark ones and for a moment, you’re stunned.
Jungkook looks at you, his eyes unreadable. For years, he’s managed his own poker face. But deep down in a vessel he learned to keep for himself, he feels the jolt in his heart - one he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager. You were even more beautiful than the picture, he thinks. You’ve grown over the last decade, seemingly glistening underneath the lighting of his office. He can smell your perfume from where he’s sitting, a lavender scent that entices his senses.
“Hello.” Jungkook says, squinting his eyes a bit as he stares back at you. You hadn’t said anything, nor had you halted your staring at him.
You blink, body warming up.
The man before you is younger than you were expecting. You hadn’t bothered to search the company you were applying to - you just needed a job and fast. The man wore all black from what you can see, a long sleeved black shirt that is pushed up to his elbows and immediately, you notice tattoos.
Your brows knit together, your eyes trailing back to the man’s face. His eyes, though dark and narrow, are familiar - and they tell you exactly who he was.
“Jung…kook?”
Jungkook doesn’t show what he’s feeling on his face. He hates the nostalgic feeling of hearing you say his name, though your own voice had grown from that of a teenager. He keeps his breathing steady and his eyes narrowed.
“Y/N.” Jungkook responds coolly.
Your mind flashes with the young Jungkook you remembered in high school. The scrawny boy that always made himself unnoticeable. Who often hid his eyes behind a long bang, one you remembered brushing off of his forehead because you enjoyed teasing him. The same boy who always appeared nervous and jittery - who avoided your gaze.
The Jungkook before you kept your gaze longer than you ever imagined possible. He was a man now - the tattoos and stockier build confirmed it. His hair no longer hid his eyes, the shaved side only adding on to the appearance.
You swallow.
“Are you going to speak?” Jungkook asks you, tilting your head. “Or are you this silent with all your interviews? If so, I suppose that explains the gap in your employment history.”
You’re dumbfounded by Jungkook’s words, completely taken aback. Ten years is a long time indeed, and you’re not upset that he speaks to you as if you were beneath him.
You were beneath him.
Your palms grow sweaty and suddenly, you’re brought back to high school, but instead you were someone like Jungkook. A shy and meek person who hid and remained quiet. Who didn’t have a large group of people to associate yourself with.
Jungkook was a CEO, someone on top. He was the one who was now looking down at you, a person who was interviewing for a spot in his company. He seemingly had it all while you had nothing - not a job or a career that would make your parents proud of.
“I’m…I’m sorry-” you push yourself away from the desk, chair scraping against the floor. You get up, prepared to run out of the office and never face this part of your past again.
Jungkook speaks. “Sit down.”
You do.
Jungkook isn’t sure what he would say to you if he ever saw you again. He wasn’t sure what he’d do. Would he ask you why you used him? Would he ask why’d you choose to take something so sacred from him then dump him as if he was nothing? Would he claim to hate you with every fiber of his being?
Jungkook, even now, is unsure. He feels everything and nothing all at once.
“It’s been a long time.” Jungkook says, placing a tattooed hand onto his desk. “How are you?”
Your lip twitches. “I’m doing okay.” you say low. It wasn’t a lie. You were doing okay, just not great. Not as good as him, obviously. “You’re…”
Jungkook waits for you to finish your sentence. What were you going to say? Were you going to acknowledge his achievements? Tell him that he was this rich CEO of the same company you were interviewing for? Were you going to tell him you were proud of who he’s become - he didn’t want to hear it if so. He’s heard it many times before.
“...still cute.” you finish, swallowing the lump in your throat. Cute wasn’t the word - hot was. However, that would be inappropriate. Jeon Jungkook was always cute to you, especially when his cheeks would flush red whenever he was around you. He had such round, dark eyes that always had a sparkle in them.
Now, though, his once cute features made him into a handsome man. A handsome man that causes your palms to grow sweaty underneath his intense gaze.
Jungkook’s lips form a straight line, his eyes continuing to narrow at you.
“Cute?” Jungkook scoffs.
“I’m sorry.” you blurt out, mentally cursing at yourself from speaking to him as if he was your equal. “I shouldn’t have said that. You…you’re…” you don’t want to say the wrong thing. “...I’m glad you’ve become so successful, Jungkook. I always knew you would.”
Under Jungkook’s eyes, your body is stiff. You feel so small, like a bug that is seconds from being squished underneath someone's foot. Your heart is jumping in your chest as you wait for him to say or do anything.
“Did you?”
Jungkook speaks after what feels like a millennium.
You nod your head.
“Why?”
You squeeze your hand shut. It’s what you did when you were nervous.
“You were always so smart.” you murmur, glancing away. “In all our classes. You were at the top of our grade.”
Jungkook tilts his head. He leans back in his desk chair. “And what about you?” he questions. “Where has a decade brought you?”
The question is one you could’ve expected from him. You don’t have a response and he knows it. If a decade had brought you as good of a fortune as it did him, you wouldn’t be across from him right now.
“It’s ironic.”
Jungkook doesn’t continue until your eyes meet his.
“You and I…we did a full circle, didn’t we?”
Jungkook’s stare is so intense that you want to look away from him, but you don’t. He’s commanding your attention.
“Back then, you needed me to do your homework and whatever assignments. And now, you need me again. This time for a job.”
You bite the inside of your cheek at Jungkook’s words. There’s a smirk forming on his lips, he knows he struck a nerve in you.
“Are you running out of money, Y/N?” Jungkook questions, his tone lowering as if to keep the conversation between just you and him - even in an empty office. “Are you behind on your bills? Facing eviction?”
“I don’t need you.” you shake your head, voice breathy.
“That’s a lie.” Jungkook scoffs. “You don’t think I did a background check on you?”
Jungkook chuckles at your pathetic attempts to regain control.
“People like me,” Jungkook begins, leaning forward. “have access to whatever I want to see. I know about that car that’s been repossessed. I know about the jobs you do to keep yourself afloat. I know about the loans.”
Your stomach churns, nausea building up inside of you. Your hands continue to squeeze, Jungkook’s taunting voice replaying over and over in your head.
“I know that this is your only call back, right? To think that Y/N,” Jungkook finds your hurt eyes pleasing for him. “the once popular girl that was loved by everyone would be the exact opposite of what she’s supposed to be. A loser who has nothing.”
Jungkook’s words sting. It’s a slap in the face, but he was correct and that fact is what hurt the most.
“Is that why you accepted the interview?” you quip. “To rub it in my face that you’re better than me, Jungkook?”
Jungkook shrugs. “Yes.” he responds cooly. “To be honest with you, Y/N, I never thought I’d see you again.” he admits. “But then your interview came to me and it brought back memories.”
You blink a few times to get rid of the glossiness in your eyes.
“I’m willing to help you.”
Your surprised look has Jungkook scoffing.
“I’m not a monster, Y/N, but I’m no longer a fool.” Jungkook states. “The job is yours.”
Your mouth falls open. “W…What?”
“The…job…is…yours.” Jungkook sounds each word out. “But you do as I say.”
Your breathing grows heavy.
“I’ll handle all of your debt. I’ll make sure you have a better apartment and a car to drive. All paid by me.”
“Why are you doing this?” you shake your head. It all sounded too tempting, but you’d be idiotic to not know there was a catch in all of this.
“If you don’t want to accept, I won’t offer. The elevator is right behind you, Y/N.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, though he has every intention of assuring you agree to his terms. He refused to let you go - not now or ever. “You’ll have to find another job, however, and we know you don’t have much time until you’re kicked out of your apartment.”
“What,” you sigh out. “do you want?”
Jungkook doesn’t respond. Instead, he stands, desk chair rolling a few inches behind him. He’s grown taller, you notice when he rounds the desk and now faces you. Even from the clothing, you can tell he was an athletic man, a complete change from the teenager you remembered.
You yelp when Jungkook yanks your chin in his hand, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes are wide with confusion and anxiety.
“I want you to listen to me, Y/N.” Jungkook responds. “I want you to do as I say. And in return, I’ll get you out of this hole you put yourself into.”
When you don’t respond, Jungkook says, “Okay?”
Hesitantly, you nod your head.
“Good.” Jungkook murmurs, his grip on your chin loosening.
Jungkook presses his lips against yours. His lips are soft and he kisses you as if he’s done it a million times before, so natural and relaxed. The action catches you by surprise, but you don’t push him away like you initially would’ve.
“Stand up.” Jungkook says against your lips.
You do as you’re told, trembling legs daring to give out.
Jungkook places both hands onto your cheeks, guiding you to look up at him.
“You’re still beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs. “Are you going to behave?”
Your lips quiver and you nod your head slowly.
“Good.” Jungkook repeats. “I’ll have everything for you tomorrow.”
Jungkook watches the way your eyes begin to turn glossy again and he wants to laugh at how pathetic you look.
“You do as I say, okay?” Jungkook nods his head along with you. “If not, I’ll take everything you have away from you in a blink of an eye. No one would hire you.”
Jungkook’s thumb swipes away a tear at the corner of your eye that threatens to slide down your cheek. He chuckles slightly.
“I’d taken care of you before, Y/N, I’ll do it again, okay?” he murmurs. “As long as you listen, you’ll have it all.”
Jungkook presses his lips to yours again, this time deepening it.
Jungkook has only had you one time before. He would often think how many times you’d fuck him if he hadn’t told you that he loved you like an idiot, but those days of thinking are over. He’s aggressive when he pushes against his desk, his crotch against your ass.
You yelp, heart pumping outside your chest. Paperwork falls onto the ground, as does a round, black pen holder that has the overly expensive writing utensils to crash against the ground.
Jungkook’s nose is at the nap of your neck, inhaling that lavender scent that’s so womanly against you. His hands roam upwards, cupping your breast tightly, causing another yelp to escape your lips.
“Jungkook!”
Your voice is so small when you say his name. It’s that moment Jungkook realizes that you’re trembling in his embrace.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks against your neck, his hands lowering from your breast, but not because he’s going to move away. They hook underneath your shirt to touch your soft, smooth skin.
Your lips part, but you don’t say anything. Your hands clench the edge of the desk, contemplating if you should tell him to stop. His words ring in your mind - as long as you listened, you’d have it all.
“Are you going to act like you don’t like the way I’m touching you?” Jungkook says, his breath so warm against your neck that it causes goosebumps to litter your skin. His hands, underneath your shirt, roam upward to cup your breast. He hums when his fingers realize that your bra is laced. “Are you still friends with them?”
Jungkook pulls your bra down enough so your breast can pull out, your nipples hardened. Both hands are on your breast, thumb and index fingers twisting your nipples in a way that has you breathing heavily.
“N-No.” you admit sheepishly.
Jungkook hums. His eyes closed for a moment, his mind thinking back to that time. It’s a time in his life he only thinks about when he’s left in his own thoughts. However, having you here so close to him causes the nostalgia from his past life to return.
“The prettiest girls that anyone’s ever seen…” Jungkook murmurs, continuing to tug at your nipples, his hips rutting against your ass.
You swallow, eyes fluttering close, thighs quivering.
“...eyes always gleaming, and yet so mean. Such a corrupt group of girls you all were.”
You don’t want to think about how you and your friends acted in high school. It’s not something you’re proud of, you’d admit. You were a mean person - especially to Jungkook. You used him simply because you knew you could.
In a way, you suppose this was your karma, a true full circle moment.
Enough of that, Jungkook thinks. His right hand lets go of your nipple to trail down towards your dress pants. His hand slide through them easily, long fingers tapping their way right between your legs. Your panties are cotton and he notices as he invades every part of privacy you thought you had was a warm wet spot right at the center of it. “Oh, so you do like this?”
Jungkook’s fingers twirl right against your clothed clit, deepening to add more pressure in his movements. Such an action has your thighs quivering more, but you don’t respond. You don’t know how to, you think, as you’re positive this was really happening right now. Right here - with Jungkook.
Jungkook finds that you’re all too intoxicating - even after all these years. Your aroma. Your soft flesh. The beautifully hushed moans coming from parted lips - it was all intoxicating. He finds his heart beating even faster than it’s ever had before in a long time. He feels the adrenaline flow through his veins, so fiery and rapid. It’s as if he’s a teenager again back in your bedroom, far away from the rest of the world; just you and him.
With those thoughts in his mind, Jungkook snaps out of whatever delusion your intoxication caused him. His throat makes a sound, something animalistic. Within seconds, your pants are snatched down, along with your panties. They stop at your knees and before you could react, Jungkook’s already entering two fingers inside of you.
“S-Stop!” you yelp, body warming with such humiliation.
Your mouth falls open when Jungkook’s long fingers begin to pump inside of you, ignoring your words entirely. His left hand is still tugging at your nipple, twirling it harshly between his thumb and index finger.
“You don’t really want me to stop.” Jungkook says, his mouth against your neck. “Don’t you want the job?”
Your fingers clench the edge of the desk as Jungkook continues to pump his fingers. You’re humiliated with how wet you are, your pussy squelching loudly in his office. It has Jungkook smug in knowing that the roles were reversed now - you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Just as you had all those years ago.
“Ah~”
Your legs tremble and you shake your head. Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as your pussy squeezes around his violating fingers.
“I know it feels good, Y/N.” Jungkook licks at the nape of your neck, trailing it up until he reaches your ear. “You’re drenched. You’re so tight, too. When’s the last time you got fucked?”
Your mind flashes to a young Jungkook, the same boy who was always red faced and shy whenever you spoke dirty to him. Now, you were in his position; being played with just as you did him.
Jungkook removes his fingers before placing a harsh slap against your ass. You squeal just as his tongue trails along your ear.
“How about you show me how much you want the job, Y/N?” murmurs Jungkook, his breath tickling your ear, causing your body to warm up even more. “Or you can leave and find somewhere else to work. Fast food is always hiring.”
Jungkook ponders if he was cruel at times. The way he treated women was the result of his own unhealed heartbreak. Now that said unhealed heartbreak was back, all he could think about was doing whatever he wanted with you - even if it meant breaking you.
Jungkook has no intentions of letting you go, he knows this already. But did you? Did you know how much he’s thought about you after all these years? How’s much he’s longed for you, even if it was just for one night?
You couldn’t have. If you did, you would’ve called his bluff.
You would’ve left.
Instead, you widen your legs, pressing yourself against his clothed bulge. You don’t say a word, but Jungkook understands entirely.
It’s embarrassing for himself how fast he removes his belt and throws it aside. His heart is pumping with excitement. He turns you around to face him, hosting you up onto his desk. His eyes are dark and clouded and even now, you think about how more handsome he has become over time.
Jungkook’s cock is out and before you have a chance to look at it for the first time in years, he’s entering you. Your moans catches in your throat when he ruts into you like a madman; a starved man who’s just got exactly what he wanted.
Jungkook’s heart pumps erratically, the feeling of your bare pussy is ecstasy, a sensation he’s longed for for years. Something he’s tried to replicate with countless women - all who left him unsatisfied.
“S-Slow down!” your right hand places itself onto his chest, your fingers curling around the expensive fabric.
Jungkook stops entirely, deep inside of you. His chest rises and falls rapidly, breathing so deep. Slowly, his eyes turn to yours, dark and cloudy.
You swallow, your pussy squeezing around his cock on its own at the look on such a handsome face.
“Are you on birth control?”
Your eyes widen and you shake your head.
“Hm,” Jungkook hums, that sparkle in his eye returning. “I’m not going to pull out.” he states without a care in the world. Dare he say it makes him want you even more. The risk of getting you pregnant only has him shaking in pleasure; such a need to take you right now.
Jungkook begins to move, a bit slower this time. He pulls his cock out and shoves it back in, deep and steady. Your pussy is so wet that he thinks that this is exactly what you want. You want to be fucked by him in his office, used like the whore he knew you’d grow up to be.
You don’t want to give into the sick pleasure that Jungkook is giving. It’s too much history between the two of you, even if said history only lasted for a single school year. It’s evident that he harbors some type of feeling towards you, even if said feelings were lustful hatred. It’s all wrong, you think, doing this here out of all places with someone that is going to be your boss at the end of it all.
But Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the highschooler you remembered, he was a man that was fucking you far too well. He thrusts with precision, deep and hard; each pound sending you right against his desk. Your pussy is squelching, adding on to your lewd embarrassment. Your breasts are bouncing right erratically.
“For someone that told me to stop, you sure are drenched.” Jungkook snickers.
Your hand is still clenching his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric; but you and he both know he doesn’t care about that now. He leans forward , hovering above your body. His mouth is slightly agape, rushed moans coming through them.
You don’t say anything. There’s no rebuttal that can counter how true his words are. Instead, you tug at his shirt, lifting your chin in a way that he understands entirely. He presses his lips to yours, deepening it instantly. The kiss is hot and wet, your mouth opening to allow his tongue to glide along yours.
Jungkook is fucking you hard and fast, uncaring with how loud he was being. The desk legs scrap against the pristine floors, scratching them enough that it would cost him hundreds, but he’s uncaring. Anyone could enter right through that elevator and witness him fucking you like a whore, and even if they did, he wouldn’t stop.
Your moans are muffled against his mouth, his tongue suckling on your own. His right hand roams upwards to push your shirt up so he could feel your breast in his palms. He squeezes it harshly, his nails digging into your sensitive skin.
“Uh- ah!” Jungkook’s teeth sink onto your bottom lip, tugging it ever so slightly before he lets go of it. The sound of skin slapping is so loud in the once quiet room as it mixes with your moans and his grunts.
“Fuck.” Jungkook groans, slamming into you with no regard to how overstimulated you were now. It’s the constant reminder of who you and he were now and who truly held the power.
Your eyes are rolling, body shuddering and toes curling. With the way Jungkook is squeezing your breast, you’re positive that it would be bruises by the time you and he were done, a perfect print of his hand right on you to mark you as his own.
“Stop pushing yourself away.” Jungkook snickers. His left arm wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him. So closer, that your bottom half is off of his desk entirely and held by him alone. You almost feel as if you were going to fall, but Jungkook holds you firmly. “I have a meeting in ten minutes and you need to make me cum in five.”
Jungkook’s hand slides down to your ass, gripping it in his palm as he resumes his brutal pace, the new position sending waves of numb pleasure through you. You don’t fight him - you’re unable to as much as move yourself away from him. Your eyes squeeze shut, your mind going blank that all you could truly focus on was the cock fucking into you.
You’re unaware of how loud you’ve gotten, your moans dancing off of the walls - such moans that Jungkook loves. He watches your face as he fucks you dumb, his heart pounding but his ego full. How gorgeous you looked right now allowing him to use you as his own fleshlight, an idea he could get used to.
“-gonna cum!” your legs quiver, unable to close themselves to allow yourself even a moment of peace. You were forced to take the pounding Jungkook was giving you.
“Then cum.” Jungkook growls. He finds that he isn’t far behind you. Your breast is already out of your shirt and he leans down to plop a nipple into his mouth, twirling it in his tongue as his thrusts grow sloppy.
You cum hard, your body shaking with too much pleasure for one person to handle. Jungkook’s suckling onto your chest hard, the pain mixing with pleasure sends shock waves throughout your entire body.
“I’m going to cum in you.” Jungkook says, voice raspy against your breast. “Make you all mine again.”
Cum shoots into you seconds later - deep, hot and filling. His palm grips your ass as his cock pumps the cum inside of you, his breathing heavy and mind swirling. There’s sweat lining his forehead and he feels tired, a sensation he hasn’t even felt after hours at the gym.
For a moment, it’s silent between the two of you. Jungkook places you back onto his desk, his lips pressed against your neck to send a few tender kisses.
Your eyes are low when you redress yourself.Your thighs are clenched together, Jungkook’s cum oozing out of you and onto your panties, but he insisted that he wanted you to stay that way until you got home, as humiliating as that was.
“Here.”
It’s Jungkook who speaks first. He’s already dressed and appearing ready to go. He holds out a rectangular paper towards you. When you grab it, you notice that it’s a check.
“What-”
“Consider this a sign on bonus.” Jungkook speaks, his eyes trained on you.
You swallow, your eyes scanning the amount on said check. You’ve never seen a sign on bonus like this. Your palms grow sweaty.
“Why are you doing this?” your voice is small and meek; nothing like the teenage girl he remembers. “This is…too much.”
Jungkook blinks. “It’s enough to get you out of that hole you’re in.” he reminds. “It’s pocketchange.”
It was more than enough. This was just the man bragging that he was far too successful - so much that the hole you dug for yourself was nothing but pennies for him to cover.
You clench the check between your fingers. “How do you even know I’ll be back?” you dare to say. Not too loud or confidently, but Jungkook hears you. “I can just take this and leave. It’s legitimate.”
“You can.” Jungkook laughs. He genuinely laughs in your face as if he doesn’t care what you do with the pocket change he gives you. “You can walk out that door and never come back. But you won’t.”
Your heart thumps when Jungkook takes a few steps before he’s standing in front of you.
“You’ll come back tomorrow like I’m telling you now,” he murmurs. “and I’ll probably fuck you again. You’ll let me. And I’ll pay you even more. I’ll do this as much as I want because we know you’ll let me.”
You don’t even feel it until Jungkook’s hand is on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tear that falls.
“Don’t cry, Y/N. I said I’ll help you, right?” Jungkook murmurs. Was it psychotic that he enjoyed your tears? Possibly. “Are you good with kids?”
You blink. “W-What?”
“Are you good with kids?” Jungkook repeats. “My daughter-”
“You have a child?” you push yourself away from him as if he burned you. “Are you…a-are you married?”
Jungkook snickers and rolls his eyes. “If I was married, would I have fucked you?” he asks. Yes, he would have. But that wasn’t the point. “I’m not married. Her mother isn’t in the picture.” he shrugs his shoulders. “Abandoned her.”
It wasn’t the full truth, but you didn’t need that, Jungkook thinks.
“I,” Jungkook begins. His eyes flicker to the clock on his wall. He had a meeting in around two minutes. “believe she needs a woman. I have no sisters and she doesn’t have any cousins. All the nannies I find are old and for that, I can just have my mother watch her.”
You blink a few times.
Jeon Jungkook is a father.
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
“I intended on actually paying you to do work. Not just fuck you in my office.” Jungkook knits his brows. “Though I’m not opposed-”
“Are you sure you want to bring me around your child?”
Jungkook tilts his head. “Why should I not?” he asks.
Jungkook doesn’t tell you that he has no intentions of letting you go anywhere. That would surely scare you off. He doesn’t tell you that he believes his daughter needs a maternal figure, and he wants you to be said figure. He wants to see just how true “maternal instincts” were in women.
“Fine.” you murmur, your palms growing sweaty.
“Good.” Jungkook smiles low. “I’ll forward you the details via email, then.” he takes a step away from you, and by then you conclude that the interview - if you can call fucking him against his desk that - is over. As you turn around to walk towards the elevator, Jungkook speaks again. “After all these years, Y/N, I’m glad to see you.”
You stop at the elevator just as your finger presses the button. You turn to look at him, finding that his dark eyes are already on you.