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She said you were a hero, you played the part but you ruined her in a year YOUR POWER (2021, dir. Billie Eilish)

When I'm away from you

I'm happier than ever

Wish I could explain it better

I wish it wasn't true 💌

your power | BOSS jeon jungkook au

summary | the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type

warnings | idk, smut, fluff, office romance, Director!jungkook x office worker! Y/n, fingering, doggy, ass slap (lowkey an ass man but he loves both), grinding, dry humping, oral (f), he wears a condom, rough, pet names

“Please be sure to welcome our newest and youngest Director of the company, Director Jeon!”

You clapped along with everyone else. You checked the time on your watch again for the billionth time in the last ten minutes. Why did there need to be a welcoming ceremony? You barely paid attention to the man as he took stage and gave his own introduction.

“Oh God I could just sit on his face.” You turned quickly, your coworkers chatting away over the new President. One of them met your eye and shrugged, “I’m just saying, he’s not what I had in mind when they said we’d be getting a new boss.”

You looked away from her, Jisoo, and to the front finally getting a good look at him. He was tall, broad and tatted. You could see hints of tattoos on his hand that he very obviously didn’t care enough to cover. That wasn’t all, he had facial piercings too and so many hoop earrings adorning his ears.

“Maybe I should turn in a project late so he could scold me,” Jisoo continued making the three of you laugh. Jimin, who had been sitting between you two leaned into your side, “I guess your appearance doesn’t matter when you’re the Chairman’s only son.”

Everything past the ceremony dragged on, you were cooped up at your desk doing some final adjustments on some project and everything from this morning was suddenly forgotten.

For the first week with a new boss there weren’t really any changes. You haven’t even seen Director Jeon since the ceremony so you really didn’t even think you’d be personally affected by the change in authority. You checked your phone again, your friend’s name displayed.

hobi: dinner tonight? on me

A smile came to your face along with a slight blush as you hurried to respond and get back to work. Your department manager had an important meeting this week with the other managers and Director so she’s asked you to write the presentation for her. You spent almost all afternoon finishing up the final draft and you were the last to leave the office that afternoon. You pushed on the elevator button repeatedly until the doors began to open. It was late and you were hoping there weren’t that many people here anymore. You needed to rush home, put your things away and then meet up with your friend.

Your eyes widened for a moment as you quickly bowed and stood in the corner of the elevator pushing the first floor. You avoided staring back at the Director but fuck was he even hotter in person. Jisoo and Jimin haven’t left your ears gossiping about anything and everything they’ve heard about him.

‘Apparently he has six cars and a house in Tokyo!’

‘I heard he has a woman for every day of the week.’

‘Rumor has it that’s he’s already let go of four employees just because they didn’t greet him.’

You jumped, phone almost slipping from your hands as you rushed to answer, a low whisper as if you’d get in trouble for being on the phone even if you were off, “Hello?”

“Hey! I just got home, I’ll be at the restaurant in about 30, are you off yet?” Your friend asked you through the phone as you glanced to the side finding Director Jeon staring blankly ahead.

“Yeah, I just have to go home and change and then I’ll meet you there, okay?” You whispered hanging up with a goodbye. You could hear someone clearing their throat behind you and when you turned your new boss was staring at you.

Director Jeon wasn’t dumb, he knows all about the rumors that have been circulating around him, some true some false. He didn’t care enough to address them so he just let them be. He’s had too much on his plate his first week to worry about what his employees thought about him. And not to sound arrogant or anything but he didn’t give a damn what they had to think of him. He will admit that he has never been opposed to a relationship with an employee but nobody has ever captured his attention. They were all too eager or too forward, mostly to probably get a raise and he didn’t like that. He liked the chase.

He tried to keep his gaze forward but the reflection of an employee on the elevator doors was a little too tempting to ignore. He glanced over to you, fitted skirt, heels, thin blouse. Your legs looked long, he could see a bit of your calf muscle tensed as you spoke on the phone. A boyfriend, maybe? He’s not sure, what he does know is that you were an attractive woman and what was the reason for you being at work so late? Usually only him and some managers stayed behind but from the looks of your name tag you couldn’t be more than a regular associate.

“Sir,” his assistant cleared his throat as the elevator dinged opening the doors. You walked out before him giving him a good view of the away of your hips with each step you took. He let his assistant lead him in the opposite direction and that was it. You were a nice little treat for his eyes this afternoon.

The next time he saw you he was a little taken by surprise. This was just supposed to be a meeting between him and the department leaders for a new project in play. He was surprised when department leader, Soomin said one of her associates would be leading the presentation. And imagine the look on his face when the woman from the elevator stood in front of him looking delicious.

“So, why is she doing a presentation I asked you to do?” He couldn’t help himself, the look of distress that flashed in your eyes at the end of your presentation when he addressed Soomin. The department leader looked flustered or embarrassed but Jungkook didn’t back down, “Don’t tell me she was more competent than you.”

He stood up fixing his suit as he walked to the front, eyes locked on yours. You were pretty, no, you were hot. Really fucking hot and if this was a movie he’d be pushing you onto the conference table and taking you right there. He stuck his hand out to you as you shook it nervously while he met Soomin’s gaze before looking back to you not letting go of your hand, “What’s your name again?”

It was Y/n L/n, employee number 009036, in the researched department team B. He remembered reading your name tag just a couple days before in the elevator where he asked to figure out who you were. He just wanted to hear you talk to him directly.

“Y/n L/n, Mr. Director. Sir.” He couldn’t help but smile over how clearly flustered you were and released your hand. He looked to Soomin, “I’m going to be borrowing Ms. L/n for the Vante project, clearly she’s done the research for you and will know the most about the venue.”

Or he was choosing her because he thought she was hot, either or, and or. It didn’t matter you clearly knew what you were doing and maybe having a pretty face was just a plus for him.

“This is good for you!” Jimin had basically squeaked at your desk when he heard the news, “This could mean a promotion if you do good. And on top of that you’re going to get to work front and center with Director Jeon!”

“What? When does the Director ever work on these sort of things?” You asked him. He was sitting on your desk flipping through the folder you had presented with, “Apparently this Vante artist is a close friend of his so he’ll be overseeing everything.”

The next day you arrived to a file on your desk. Your name printed neatly in pretty gold font on the cover of the black leather folder and when you opened it inside was everything you’d need to know for this project.

“Ms L/n?” When you looked up you found the Director’s assistant standing before you, “The Director has requested a meeting before lunch today to discuss the Vante exhibit with everyone on the team. You will meet at 11:15 and after the meeting will attend a group lunch.”

He left before you could ask any questions. When you left for the meeting later in the day you were surprised to find place cards for everyone, and you were unfortunately fortunate enough to be seated to the right of Director Jeon.

Jungkook wasn’t even paying attention. How could he when you were looking so pretty with the end of your G2 pen tapping against your plump lips red from biting down on them. He tried to listen to whichever team member spoke but he couldn’t help it. “And what do you think, Ms L/n?” He asked looking over to you as you tried to be quiet and ignored in your seat, “Do you like the color scheme Mr. Choi has picked?”

“Yes, I, yeah,” you looked down at your own notes and Jungkook went ahead and took them away from you, “It looks like you have something else in mind. Go ahead and share.”

“Well,” you licked your lips looking at everyone, “I just think we should avoid using any pop of color in the exhibit just because Vante’s art pieces tend to use primary and secondary colors. I think a simple white and black will help make his pieces pop.”

“Yes I agree,” Jungkook cleared his throat, “A black and white contemporary look will look great. Good job, Miss L/n.”

The lunch wasn’t as awful as you thought it’d be. Since there wasn’t assigned seating this time around you took the liberty in sitting the farthest from the Director as your table allowed and spent more time on your phone than anything else. At one point you disappeared into the bathroom to answer a call when you overheard something you wished you hadn’t.

“God, did you see the way that rookie on team B was basically begging for the Director’s attention? What was her name again, Y/n?”

“She probably slept with him, how else would she be put on the project if this is his close friend. Our leader said only the most experienced associates were assigned to this.”

You opened the stall door, looking at your own reflection as the women that had just been talking about you greeted you with a stutter. You washed your hands ignoring them as they hurried to leave.

“If you’re insecure about your own work progress just say that,” you mumbled as you passed them again on your way to the table, “Or at least don’t try and spread rumors around just because you’re incompetent.”

“D-Director Jeon!”

Fuck. Did he just hear you or are they playing a prank on you.

“We are all ready to get going,” his voice was deep and directly behind you but you were too scared to turn around. What if he was going to scold you because he read it wrong? “You should get on your way as well,” he cleared his throat and in an instant the two were off to get their things. You turned around avoiding his gaze as you hurried to the table where your bag was. Had he followed you three? Why didn’t he just send his assistant to rally everyone up?

“I do hope your professionalism improves,” He said as he walked alongside you as you retrieved your things. God, so he did hear.

“Yes, of course, I apologize for my rudeness,” you pushed your hair behind your ears pretending like you couldn’t see the way he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

Jungkook played it cool for a couple days. His days were busy attending stupid banquets and parading around like his father intended him to. Even after the years he avoided him he was still forced into a life he didn’t want. The tattoos and piercings he wore so well were just a small sign of what he wished to do. He never wanted to take over the business but what choice did he have.

If this were up to him he’d be backpacking through Southeast Asia with a pretty girl, definitely not wasting his time at the company his father built. He wasn’t even that old, only 24 and his life was already all planned out for him. He was dragged back from his ‘gap year’ to work here and he had hated it. Except now he had something to look forward to. Call it an office crush but he liked you. Obviously he didn’t like you enough just yet but getting to see your face definitely brightened his mood. A lot of his female employees were attractive but there was something different about you. Something about the way you hated being so close to him, probably hated the attention it brought but he didn’t mind. He was an attractive man, he knew this just as well as anybody else, and by the couple times he’s caught you staring at his lip ring he was almost positive he intrigued you.

And yes, he knows he shouldn’t mix business with pleasure but he just couldn’t help it. You looked so pretty and innocent even though he was sure you weren’t. You were probably just shy and hated taking a leadership role. He spent way too much time looking over your application but at least he had some background on you. You were a couple years younger, a rookie in the company but your experience and education was good. He told himself he was going to ignore it and try and get work done but he couldn’t help but bring you along to the exhibit venue that following week.

“One of his statues will go here,” Jungkook listened closely as one of the workers tried explaining the warehouse and its layout. It was big and as white as snow. There were rectangular pillars and tables covered in white and when he looked at you he found you snapping pictures. He watched as you uploaded them to your tablet where you had stickers of V’s work so you could start laying out the floor plan. He couldn’t help but smile a little, he knew you’d be of use.

“Are we looking at a different venue?” You asked nervously as you sat in the back of the black car Jungkook was driven around in. This was a private matter today, something he could’ve easily done himself but he couldn’t help but want to spend time with you so he dragged you along with. He shook his head, “No, we’re going for lunch, on me for your hard work.”

It was awkward, or well no you were awkward. You couldn’t stop fidgeting in your seat but you couldn’t help it. He was looking at you so intently and you couldn’t understand why. Why was your new boss focusing on you? Surely he had women on speed dial and if he didn’t he’d probably have a girlfriend or fiancé he’s promised to so what’s the deal? You weren’t even the best employee so why was he wasting his time with a lowly associate like you?

“Are you always this quiet? Or do I make you nervous?” He asked with a slight chuckle as the waitress left with your orders. You shook your head pushing your hair behind your ear, “So, is the team going to wear company badges for the banquet, Director Jeon?”

He cleared his throat and pushed his slicked hair back again, “Speak casual with me when we’re alone.”

“Director Jungkook, I mean.”

“Just Jungkook,” he said pouring water into your glass despite your protests, “And what team?”

“What do you mean? Isn’t the entire team going to the banquet? A chance to meet Vante before the exhibit?” You asked. Earlier today before you left the venue Jungkook had informed you that you’d be going to a charity banquet at the end of the month where some of Vante’s pieces would be displayed. You had assumed you were being invited because the whole team would be invited.

“No, just you and just me,” he cleared his throat watching as you poured him some water, “Wouldn’t you like to meet the artist?”

“Of course but,” you frowned looking away from him and thanking the waitress as your food came. You looked down at the dish, definitely not what you ordered but whatever. Jungkook looked down at the mushroom pasta, completely different than the shrimp Alfredo you had ordered. He looked at the waitress as she set his meal in front of him with a polite smile on her face, “That’s not what she ordered. She asked for Alfredo Shrimp pasta.”

“It’s alright Director J—“ “Just Jungkook dear, and no it’s not fine. You asked for Alfredo Shrimp so please bring the right dish,” Jungkook handed the dumbstruck waitress nodding her head nervously as she ran back to the kitchen with the plate.

“I would’ve eaten whatever,” you mumbled to yourself not loud enough to confront him since he was still your boss. He also still hadn’t answered your question so you pressed forward again, “So why isn’t the rest of the team going to the banquet?”

“Because I wasn’t going to ask for more invitations when it’s unnecessary,” he cleared his throat crossing his arms over his chest, “Unless of course you’d like to give up your invite and give it to someone else, but I do think I’d find it more enjoyable if you were there.”

“Director Jeon, I don’t think,” you stopped. What were you even going to say? What did he mean by his last comment? Why was he being so forward, correcting your meal and inviting you only?

Your phone buzzed on the table as you rushed to turn it off. Jungkook was quick to take a peak, the name ‘Hobi <3’ written clearly. His jaw tended just slightly as the phone rang again, “Go ahead and answer. Your boyfriend wouldn’t like for you to keep him waiting.”

Okay, he could’ve been smoother than that. Usually he didn’t have to even question anything. A woman would attach themselves to his arm and all he’d have to do is give her attention. With you he’s working on getting closer to you but you’re only seeing this as a business proposal. You’re completely missing the point in his actions but that’s fine. As long as he’s sure you don’t have a boyfriend. When you didn’t deny his assumption and instead ran off to answer he could feel pressure on his chest.

“I’m having lunch with the Director, what is it?” You asked looking back to Jungkook who was thanking the waitress for bringing back your correct meal. You barely noticed that he hadn’t touched his food once and now you wondered if he was waiting for you so you could eat together.

“I have a date tonight by your place, if it doesn’t go fine do you think I can crash at yours so I don’t have to drive so late?” He asked you. Rolling your eyes you nodded your head and quickly agreed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

“Was he upset?” Jungkook asked when you returned to the table. You shook your head looking down at your plate, “No. He was just letting me know he was going to spend the night at my place.”

Jungkook’s tongue poked against his cheek as he raised his glass to his lips trying to ignore the sudden annoyance he was feeling, “How long have you two been seeing each other.”

“We’ve been friends for eight years,” you said completely unaware of the face he was giving you, “We’re not together. He’s just a friend, he was actually telling me he had a date tonight. He’s already planning on if it goes bad he’ll just crash at mine.”

Jungkook gave a tight smile, “Let’s finish lunch, Y/n, it’s getting late.”

“He 100% wants to fuck you,” Jimin chuckled as he looked around your apartment holding his wine glass carefully, “Why else is he giving you such special treatment?”

You invited Jimin and Jisoo over on the night of the charity banquet. Correction, they invited themselves. You didn’t mind though considering you needed some other perspectives. Jungkook had gotten your address from your application and today you received a package. It was a beautiful (expensive) champagne fitted dress and heels along with a note:

‘I hope you don’t mind, I’ve taken the liberty to find you a dress for tonight. I will come to pick you up at 7:00pm. —Jeon Jungkook’

“I’m telling you this is a date,” Jisoo said zipping up your dress as Jimin wolf whistled at you agreeing with her, “Oh my god this is so Fifty Shades of Gray!”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes as you fixed some final pieces in your hair. Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying. Either that or some What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim, I’m just saying he’s definitely into you.”

“He can have anyone he wants, I promise you he’s just doing this because he’s nice.”

“I just looked it up and he bought you a 2,300$ dress. If he’s this nice to everyone than I must be blind because anytime I see him at work he’s an asshole,” Jisoo shrugged, “I’m not kidding, the other day he made this girl cry because she ran into him and I don’t know what he said to her but she ran away crying.”

“He just fired Choi Sunghoon from the Food department because he gave him his meat well done when he asked for medium rare!” Jimin pointed out reminding you of your lunch the other day when he was quick to correct your order. You kept that to yourself though.

There were wrong and you sure as hell weren’t going to put your job in jeopardy by having a crush on your boss. You did not have the money to switch jobs if it got too uncomfortable. You were lucky enough that they wanted to hire a 21 year old fresh out of college.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Jungkook had said as he stood in front of your building. His black Mercedes Benz looked ridiculously out of place in your run down neighborhood but there was nothing to do about it. You thanked him looking down at his suit. He held the door open for you and rounded to his side quickly.

“Jungkook!” Someone called to him inside the hotel. It was full of people dressed in expensive suits and dresses and even though you looked the part you felt extremely out of place. Jungkook turned around, a smile on his face as he opened his arms, “V!”

“I’m glad you could make it, we just sold a piece to an ambassador from France,” V said looking over to you, eyes casting down your figure a little too obviously. You fidgeted behind Jungkook but he moved his hand to your lower back and led you forward. “This is Y/n L/n. She’s the one I was telling you about, the one who’s been in a big help in getting your exhibit ready for next month,” Jungkook introduced you and before you start with how much of a fan you were of this artist he was speaking.

“Call me Taehyung,” he smiled taking your hand in his as he brought it to his lips and peppering a kiss on your knuckles, “Jungkook didn’t tell me he had such beautiful employees working for him. I would’ve stopped by if I knew you were on the team.”

You couldn’t help the blush that ran to your cheeks at his words and Jungkook must’ve noticed because he was pulling you back, “Yes well, consider it an apprenticeship. I see a lot of potential in her.”

“Yes,” Taehyung licked his lips looking back to you, not caring for the glares Jungkook was shooting at him, “I think I see it too. Come Y/n, some of these pieces are going to be at the exhibit. Let me show you them, Jungkook, I believe Kim Namjoon is here somewhere if you’d prefer to chat with him. We won’t be far.”

Jungkook couldn’t even stop you before Taehyung was taking you away. It’s okay. It’s fine. He chugged his champagne as he went to follow after but a hand clasped down on his shoulder, “You’re gonna go without even saying hello?”

“Jin,” he sighed looking back to his friend, Namjoon standing next to him, “Who’s that you’re with? A date?”

“Well, sorta, she works for me,” Jungkook shrugged and Jin laughed, “Don’t they all start that way?” He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he searched for you. There was no way he was going to leave you alone with his artistic friend who had a reputation for finding his muse in beautiful young women.

“Look, I gotta go see where Taehyung ran off,” Jungkook excused himself ignoring their comments as he left in search for you. He found you laughing with Taehyung as his arm rested around your waist. He could feel his composure beginning to slip when he reached for your hand, “There you are.”

You looked back to him forcing a smile as you looked to Taehyung, “Director Jeon, I was wondering you went.” He had to stop himself from correcting you to use his first name but this was a business event. He looked to Taehyung, “I’ll be taking her back now, I’m sure you have other guests to entertain.”

“Where are we going?” You asked him as he pulled you through the large crowd. He led you outside, on a balcony overlooking the courtyard as he took a deep breath, “Sorry, these events can be a bit much so I figured you might enjoy a fresh breath of air.”

“Jungkook,” your hand was on his shoulder hesitantly but his breath hitched anyway, “Thank you for everything you’ve done.”

He only nodded clearing his throat as he looked away from you. You pulled your hand off when he didn’t answer and turned away a little embarrassed. Maybe you shouldn’t have touched him, but his hand had been on your waist almost all night.

“Y/n,” he swallowed the lump in his throat as he waited for you to turn to him again. He took a step closer, cautiously, “What do you think of me?”

“What?” You were confused, why was he asking this so suddenly?

“I know what they say about me around the office. That I’m the Devil’s Advocate or this sex crazed man abusing his power, so I want to know now if you think the same,” he cleared his throat crossing his arms in front of him in defeat.

“I don’t really pay attention to rumors,” you laughed thinking back to the time you caught those women talking shit about you. Your answer didn’t seem to cut through the tension, “I think rumors are just that and nothing more. I mean, from what I’ve seen, you’re not too bad. I actually think you’re kind and gentle but I don’t know how much I can say and keep it professional.”

Maybe the champagne you’d been drinking was getting to you because you were being a little too open with your boss right now. He took a step toward you but you didn’t cower back like you normal would have, “Then let’s throw away professionalism just tonight,” he said. You felt his hands go to your hips again, pulling you into him and before you could say anything your actions spoke for themselves.

Your arms flew around his neck as he dipped down enough for your lips to brush, testing the water if you will before fully giving himself to you in a soft kiss. You let yourself indulge for the night, the taste of champagne on your tongues as you kissed hungrily, only to be pulled apart at the sound of clapping. You looked to the covered glass doors, the speech was probably starting and you both headed back without another word.

The night ended quickly after, he dropped you off back at your place and neither one of you spoke another word.

He called you into his office Monday morning under the pretense of finishing up some bouquet orders. There was absolutely no talking between you two but it wasn’t awkward. Or maybe it was you were just trying really hard to avoid him.

“Would you like to discuss what happened on Saturday?” You jumped, clearly startled to find him standing behind you again.

“Director Jeon,” you turned to face him taking a small step back once you noticed your proximity, “Let me apologize for my behavior, I think the champagne had go—“

“Jungkook,” he took a step closer until you were pressing into the table behind you, your hands flew to it to keep you stable but he didn’t stop until he was grabbing you by your hips and pulling you into him, “The champagne?”

You nodded feeling the heat of his gaze as it raked down to your blouse and the small amount of cleavage he could see, “Yes, I can get a little impulsive when I drink and I know it was unpr—ngh,” you melted into his kiss again, finding your knees wanting to give in while he deepened the kiss upon your reciprocation.

You squealed when he picked you up effortlessly placing you back down on the table as he took his assault to your jaw ticking your ear with kisses as you pulled him into you, “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

Fuck. You did want it. You wanted him but it didn’t feel right. You were his employee and even though he wasn’t forcing you to do this you can already tell this was going to put a strain on your professionalism. You didn’t want to be one of the female employees he beds, you didn’t want to believe the rumo—you froze. Jungkook moved away from you as jumped off the table turning away from the door. You both pretended to be interested in the variations of charcoal and obsidian textures.

“Didn’t I tell you to knock?” Jungkook spoke viciously to his assistant as they walked in. He set down the textile book and left your side. You took the opportunity to quickly put away your work and walk out knowing he wouldn’t stop you while his assistant was there.

Jungkook was confused. Clearly you wanted him, he could tell by the way you kissed him back but it’s like you didn’t want to want him. He wondered if you were worried because of your position. He wanted to tell you that it would be okay. That he’d take you out for dinner and then you two could discuss pursuing a relationship but he couldn’t tell if it was even something you would want. You seemed to care a lot about your job and if he was making it difficult for you to work he needed to know. But he also knew he wouldn’t be able to just let you go. At first he was simply attracted to you because of your beauty. But as time has passed he’s started to notice little things about you he enjoys as well. You were always hesitant to speak your mind even if you were right and he wanted to break you out of your shell the reason he’d been working with you separate from the team isn’t just because he was attracted to you. It’s because he’s heard some of the rumors speculating about you and he didn’t want you to have to work with a bunch of judgmental people just because they couldn’t stand the fact you knew how to do your job. And okay, obviously he wanted to spend time with you alone.

You rejected his advances for a week, even to meet and discuss the project you avoided him coming up with some excuse from your department leader. He didn’t like that, if you wanted nothing to do with him he was going to respect your wishes but he needed to hear you say them. So, he did what anyone would do and requested a meeting at his place after work if you were going to continue to avoid working with him he was going to make it difficult to ignore.

But he didn’t expect that he’d be the one struggling with you so close. It was getting hard for him to focus on any work with you sitting across from him.

His throat was dry, you looked so unbelievably delicious sitting across from him in a short fitted skirt and blouse. You’d been teasing him all day without even noticing it. He lied when he said it’d be easy to act like your shared kiss didn’t mean anything but it wasn’t true. He wanted to pull you into him and do more things than just kiss in his office again. He lifted his hand to his mouth, biting onto the end of his fist as discreetly as possible while you stood up to go to the bathroom.

He couldn’t help himself, he found himself running to his feet to go find you. When you opened the bathroom door and found him standing waiting for you your hand flew to your chest, “Director Jeon, I—“

He pulled you into him by your arms and maneuvered you against the wall, “Shhh, just one little kiss.”

You looked down at his lips nervously before blinking up again. He pressed his forehead against yours and pulled you in enough for your chests to be pressed against each other, “We’re not at the office anymore, nobody to catch us.”

He was right. Obviously he was right, you’d been having these thoughts all night. Just the two of you alone in his private spaces where no one other than the house cleaner to interior you. It had been all too tempting but could you really give in? He’s your boss, a wealthy powerful man and you weren’t anywhere near his league and yet he kept entertaining you like that wasn’t the case. You didn’t want to be some little chess piece that a powerful man can conquer and throw away.

“Director Jeon I think you have me mistaken,” you tried to sound calmer than you actually were, hands playing on his shoulders as he relaxed under your touch, “I’m here to finish this project and then get on my way. As you can see it’s very late and I’m sure you won’t have any difficulty ringing someone up to come take my place once I’m gone.”

It was an unprofessional jab but you couldn’t help yourself. After all, there were rumors about young company president being a womanizer and you didn’t care how powerful he was you weren’t going to be one of his many conquests. Even if it meant you’d lose your job. He only held you tighter, “Then you must have me mistaken, I thought I’ve made my intentions with you clear.”

His lips brushed against yours teasingly, never fully meeting yours but not moving away. It was you who closed the gap between you and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips together. It was all the consent he needed before pushing you against the wall and deepening the kiss, one hand on the wall, one tilting your chin up and a muscular thigh pressed between your legs keeping you anchored. Your hand fidgeted with the collar of his shirt and he moved the hand from the wall to grip yours and hold it up so you couldn’t move, not that you wanted to anyway.

You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, noses brushing against each other. Your mouth was slightly open trying to even out your heaving breathing when you slowly brought your tongue out to lick your lips. He took it as invitation and dragged your mouth back to his. He didn’t even have to say anything when his hands moved to grope your ass, skirt crumpling in his hands before he hoisted you up with ease and wrapped your legs around his tiny waist. You were starting to see, no feel, the shape of his body more clearly.

“Wait,” you muttered against his lips as he began walking in the opposite direction of where your work was, “I—I don’t want to do anything I might regret. If this is going to be a quick fuck then I don’t want to, even if it means I’ll lose my job.”

He pulled away, holding you close with your legs still around him when his brows furrowed searching your face for answers, “I would never force you to do something you don’t want to.”

He leaned his forehead against yours forcing you to look him in the eye even in your position with him carrying you, “And I can assure you I have bigger plans than a quick fuck with you. Everything is in your power, remember that love.”

And you did. You let him take you to his room. You didn’t have time to admire the size of it, like a master hotel suite with a king sized bed in the middle. Everything was gray and black with gold hues of lights in forms of lamps. He set you down on his gray, silk sheets that easily caved under your weight and wrinkled with his roughness. He wasn’t patient, hands already flying to yank your shirt out of your skirt, callous hands running along your sides as he hovered between your legs kissing down your neck and into the dip in your collarbone.

Your legs bent with his hands drawing your knees up when he let his hands roam over your skirt covered ass and back of your thighs. He sat back on his haunches looking down at you with his lip between his teeth as he tried to catch his breath. The hair that had been so neatly slicked back was beginning to stick out in different directions giving him a ravishing delicious look. You sat up, grabbed the edge of his collar and yanked him back down over you, lips crashing into each other as the low groan he let out went straight to your core.

His hands wrapped around your rib cage, hoisting you up to sit without breaking the kiss. He tugged off the ends of your clothes until you got the hint and began yanking them off while he did the same, all while trying to keep his lips against yours. When he was undressed and you took too long unbuttoning your blouse he ripped it open, the sound of buttons hitting the dark wooden floor as he kicked the rest of his pants off.

He picked you up by your hips, turning you on your stomach and pulling your ass up. He was throwing you around like a doll and you couldn’t say you hated it. You barely had time to fully admire the glory of all his tattoos when his rough hands were pulling your black Lacy underwear further between your ass as they began to caress your cheeks. He licked his lips at the sight of the way your butt ate your underwear, the way he could quite literally grab a hold on your ass and watch it jiggle in his hands. He couldn’t help but being his hand back, smacking ever so lightly but still making you jolt forward in surprise. He rubbed where he just smacked and leaned over you, “Do you want to see if those rumors about my bedroom skills are true?”

You could feel his underwear clad bulge rut against your ass and you couldn’t help but push back against it for any sort of friction. He kissed down your back, mouth nipping at your bra until it was coming undone to your surprise. You took the rest of your bra off wanting to turn around but he pressed a firm hand on your back pushing you back down. He was shimmying down, jiggling your ass cheeks in his hands against his hard, stiff cock. Sweat was already starting to cover his forehead making certain hair strands stick to his forehead. He played with the hem of your underwear before pulling them down, an almost growl slipping from his lips at the sight of your arousal creating a line that connected your wet pussy to the patch on your underwear. “You’re this wet already?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” you confessed about your earlier escape to imaginations, “I wanted to take your sick right there in the living room—Ah!” He was quick, he didn’t have time for teasing especially not after your confessions when he was thinking the exact same thing. His mouth was on your ass, sinking his teeth into the squishyness just enough for you to feel him but not enough for it to actually hurt. His palm was running over your clit feeling it harden under his touch as he coated it with your wetness. His kisses trailed down until he was sniffing at your pussy despite your protests and shimmying of your hips. He squeezed your ass cheek slapping it when it jiggled, “Tell me to stop if I go too far baby, I just can’t get enough of you.”

You nodded but he slapped your ass again just a little bit harder, “Words love or I stop.”

“Okay,” you wiggled your hips in his face making your ass clap in movement, “Just do something Mr. Jeon.” He hummed in approval finally granting himself the relief of tasting your pussy. Too many days had he spent imagining what was under your pretty skirts and he for sure wasn’t disappointed. “Fuck,” he groaned into your cunt lapping up as much as he could, pulling on your labia to give himself more room, “You taste so fucking sweet Angel. Wan you to cum on my mouth.”

You whined rutting against his face using your elbows to push into the mattress for support. He was in heaven deep in your pussy thrusting his long tongue as far in as it could as he squeezed your ass as an anchor for him. It didn’t take long for your legs to shake and he had told dig his nails into your ass to stop you from moving away from him just to make sure he could lap up your pussy like a dog thirsty for water. He waited until your hips had finally stopped shaking, letting you collapse onto the bed as he reached forward for his nightstand where he pulled a condom out. He’d love to take your pussy raw but he knew it was something you two would need to discuss in the future, and promise, he saw a future with you.

You’d be a perfect match. You seemed to understand him and you didn’t let what everyone else made of his reputation affect the way you saw him and he needed someone like that. And you needed someone who would speak up for you when you were too nervous to, and he’s sure you wouldn’t mind having someone spoil you which was something he would definitely do.

He winced as he slid the tight condom over his red cock, angry and past the point of teasing and fore play. All night he’d been picturing what you’d look like with his cock buried inside you taking him against the window, the wall, the kitchen counter, the shower. He wanted to take you in every square foot of his home and he was destined to do it over time. Like he said, a quick fuck wasn’t all he had planned for his precious employee turned lover.

He didn’t push his cock in even though he really wanted to. You were obviously spent and needed a second to get it together again and that was okay. “Is this okay?” He asked as he ran his cock between your swollen pussy lips. He could cum just like that, he could feel the slight twitch of them and your clit hit his tip so good. “Yes,” you breathed out beginning to grind back against his cock probably trying to get yourself ready again.

“I want you inside,” you whined after a couple minutes of grinding his cock against your pussy lips. He didn’t need to be told another time before he was lining your hips with his cock, pushing in just slightly as he felt his bulging tip press against the ring of your pussy. He worked himself in slowly waiting for you to beg him to do more knowing you won’t speak up unless he makes you.

“Tell me when baby,” he hissed struggling to hold himself back from just pounding into you. You nodded, “Now, fuck, fuck me now.” He smiled licking his dry lips as he took a deep breath and hollowed out. The moan you both let out meshed into a beautiful melody as he drew himself out slowly only to pushed back in.

You never expected to be doing doggy with your boss but fuck did you dream about it. So when the chance appeared you found yourself fucking back onto his cock feeling his balls hit your clit creating a slapping sound as he brought his pace to a harder, quicker, pounding, “Koo—“ you but into your lip to stop yourself but he shook his head.

He gripped your right leg that had been resting beside him and flipped you onto your side bringing the leg over his shoulder while the other was trapped under him. Your pussy opened wider for him and with this angle he was able fuck more of his cock into you, one hand gripped your leg and the other began to rot with your clit, stuck on making you cum just one more time before he did. Not only did you ass jiggle with even the slightest of movements but so did your tits, and he couldn’t help but trap your leg between his arm and neck to bring his hand down to grope your tits.

“Ah,” you whined trying to grind against him, he held you tit as he lowered himself, rutting into you as he leaned down enough to attempt at a kiss along your neck. You pushed yourself up to meet his affections but a whine was drawn out of you when he stilled inside you, grinding with his full length, “I’m g—gon—“

“Let go baby, wanna feel you cum around my cock, please,” he rubbed harder against your clit feeling your pussy tighten around him and in one go you were releasing on his member as he let go in the condom.

It took you both a few moments to collect yourselves, Jungkook peppered your hair with kisses as he slid himself out as careful as possible but you still hissed at the feeling. He jumped out of bed running to the bathroom and you found yourself looking around the room. Was that it? Was this his way of telling you to leave. You pushed your sex hair out of your face swallowing the growing lump in your throat as you sat up feeling a little sore. You looked around for your bra and underwear spotting your torn up blouse making you grip the bed sheet that you yanked off the bed to make a dress. You hurried to pick up your things unaware of the Director’s return.

“Get your cute butt back on the bed unless you want me to make you.”

You looked up at him watching him walked out with a towel that he wiped his flaccid member with. You sat on the edge watching him walk over to your side. He put the towel down between your spread legs wiping gently with the damp cloth looking into your eyes, “Lay down Angel, you’re not going anywhere. I told you this wasn’t going to be a quick fuck.”

You did as told laying back down as he rounded the corner to join you where he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. “So,” you bit your lips nervously too impatient and too curious to stop yourself from asking, “We are gonna keep this a secret at work, right?”

“You want to?” His brows furrowed looking down at you, “How am I supposed to go see you whenever if it’s a secret?”

“Well, it’s just, it’s going to look suspicious that the rookie you chose for an important project was sleeping with you too.”

“Okay,” he nodded kissing the tip of your nose, “But if I can’t kiss you during work hours then you better be available off the clock whenever. I’ve already got a date planned for us this weekend.”

You smiled snuggling into him in agreement letting his broad shoulder envelope you in his hold. He kissed your forehead as he reached for his lamp and turned the light off, “Goodnight love.”

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okkk lowkey/highkey inspired by A Business Proposal

But I made it kinda short and quick bc this is just a one shot that I would forget if I didn’t write it now.

- Sequoia Red

Do not let others control you by what they do or say. Someone will always treat you as if they own you and try to take your power away from you. People will also demand things from you as if they earned them. You owe them nothing. Especially when they belittle you and try to take away the few things that you possess.

"I thought that I was special, you made me feel like it was my fault you were the devil"