★ Moonstruck ★

You hummed a soft tune to pass the time, watching the floor numbers change sequentially on the electronic display of the elevator. You felt a gradual decrease in speed when the gentle ‘ding!’ let you know you had arrived. The doors opened.

With a smirk on your face, you stepped out with confidence. Your heels clicked on the marble tile with each step, the little sway of your hips mesmerizing on its own. Your blazer and skirt were of top-notch quality, a fiery red that matched your personality.

This was your company and you never let anyone forget it.

“Miss [Y/N]!”

That voice. Always so eager every morning. You saw a man (well, someone who resembled more of a dorky manchild) standing in front of your office with a huge smile plastered on his face. This wasn’t the typical smile a personal assistant would have, no. It was extra toothy today for a reason unknown to you.

‘What is he up to…?’

You noticed he had a coffee cup in his hands as you approached him.

“Morning Jungkook,” you said, the smile on your face being more out of obligation than anything. Your serious demeanor never failed to weaken a bit whenever he was around. Whether it was his enthusiasm or bright personality, you didn’t know. But you had to remain professional at all times.

“Good morning! I got you your favorite drink at Starbucks,” he informed, practically shoving the cup into your chest. You grabbed it just in time before he smashed it into your chest.

“Thank y—”

“I received the drink exactly 5 minutes ago so by the time I handed it to you, it wouldn’t burn your tongue.”

“I appreciate i—”

“And everyone has received information about who their Secret Santa is,” Your eyes widened in alarm and Jungkook realized his mistake. “I mean! Everyone has been assigned a person for Secret Santa.”

He laughed at his mistake in the most childish way, and you sighed in relief. “That’s good. Can you please step aside so I can get to my office?”

“Oh! Yes, yes. My apologies.”

He stepped off to the side to let you through while still remaining very close to you. After pulling out your keycard from your blazer’s pockets, you scanned it on the lock. The light turned green, so the automatic door opened and you made your way inside. Jungkook waddled in behind you.

Once you reached your desk, you set your coffee cup down and took a seat in your chair. You pulled a file out from your desk drawer, plopped it on your desk, and began reading through it. Jungkook stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, fidgeting with his fingers. He felt like you weren’t even aware of his presence. Each second that passed by made him feel smaller and smaller.

“Thank you for planning the Secret Santa party,” you began to say, not lifting your eyes off the desk. You rested your head in the palm of your hand, your elbow propped up as you flipped through the folder. “The employees enjoy it and you do a good job every year.”

“Aw… thank you…” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks a warm blush. “Hey boss?”

“What?”

“I have a joke for you.”

“Jungkook, I have work to do.”

“How does NASA organize a party?”

“Not now, Jeon.”

“They planet.”

You looked up from your notes with a disapproving frown. Jungkook gave you a goofy smile in return and did a finger gun motion, followed by a chuckle. You rolled your eyes at how lame he was being. “I’m firing you.”

“What? I thought it was funny… because… I’m planning a party. I planet. Hah. Sounds like a new Apple product.”

He laughed at his own joke, but you weren’t amused. One of you had to remain professional in a work setting. Clearly it was you. Especially since your assistant was being a complete goofball.

“Is there something you want?” you asked. Jungkook seemed to tense up as if you had figured him out. Looks like your intuition was correct.

“Oh. Um… have I mentioned how stunning you look today? And everyday?”

“Jungkook, spill it. Complimenting me isn’t going to work. I pay you to do work and not waste my time.”

He gulped. Your sharp tongue always left him speechless. “Well… I’ve been working for you ever since the company started…”

You nodded in agreement. “For around 3 years, yes.”

“And I consider myself a very hard worker. I truly enjoy my job. Being your assistant and all. But um… I wanted to ask if I could… have a raise?”

His last words were barely audible. The way you stared at him with a straight face, not even blinking for a good 5 seconds, scared him. Made him feel vulnerable. You tapped your fingers on your desk a few times in the otherwise silent room.

It was difficult for Jungkook to maintain his hopeful smile for this long. You even took the time to sip the coffee he had brought you with no indication of whether or not it tasted good.

“No.”

Jungkook waited for more of an explanation, but you resumed back to your work. That’s it? That’s all you were going to say? Before he could say anything else, you told him to leave because you had a meeting to get ready for. He obeyed, feeling crestfallen and unsatisfied.

He would later try to ask you again, but the result was the same every time. He was dejected.

If only he knew why you rejected him. If only he knew why you continued shutting him down when he tried asking again. If only he knew why you were being colder to him than usual.

If only...

Three days later...

“What do you mean she refused to give you a raise?”

Jungkook sighed, his head hanging low. The round glasses he had on his face began to slip, so he pushed them back up with his index finger. His co-worker and friend, Jimin, couldn’t help but pat his back to comfort him as he waited for an answer.

“She just said no,” Jungkook replied, lifting his head up and turning towards him. “And rather than giving me a reason, she said she had a meeting to go to.”

Jungkook picked up the bottle of soju in front of him, cracking it open to pour his friend a shot before pouring one for himself. Jimin downed the drink like water and smacked his lips, followed by a refreshed “Ah~!”. Jungkook copied him, only he didn’t look or sound quite as happy.

“Ugh… our CEO is quite the bitch sometimes,” Jimin stated, using his set of tongs to flip the sizzling brisket that was on the grill embedded into their table. “You’ve been her assistant for 3 years.”

Jungkook downed another shot, loving the slight burn in his throat. “I know…”

“I don’t know how you do it, Jungkook-ah. You’re basically her errand boy. She always makes you do stupid things.”

His older friend now had chopsticks in his hand, using them to bring the cooked meat to his mouth. He ate it with such joy, but even that couldn’t bring Jungkook’s appetite back. He was too upset, but he also loved working for you. He just wished he could get a little more for the work he does.

“She does not.”

“Her coffee order is the reason why Starbucks employees hate their jobs,” he argued with full cheeks.

“It’s not that complicated...” he mumbled, not sure why he was so willing to defend you. Jimin started to use his fingers for a tally after he swallowed his food.

“You stay late to sort her notes out for her. You buy her lunch and then she changes her mind about what she wanted since she’s indecisive and always on some diet. You schedule her meetings and then she makes you cancel them, leaving everyone frustrated. The paperwork you have to do is absurd. My conclusion? You’re whipped.”

“Am not. I’m just being a good assistant. It’s my job.”

“She could at least be more grateful for the work you do,” Jimin let out a scoff. “I’m all for beautiful, strong women. But her high and mighty personality is tiring. And she’s obsessed with work.”

He fed him a piece of meat and Jungkook accepted it with a smile. “Thank you.”

“If you really want to thank me, you should go and ask her again. Make her listen to you. And if she refuses, you should just quit. She won’t find someone as kind as you ever again.”

Another shot went down Jungkook’s throat. He had never thought about quitting because he did enjoy his job, despite what Jimin said. But something in him (perhaps the alcohol) made his emotions unstable and he was getting more worked up than usual.

Why did you refuse to give him a raise? Why didn’t you give him a reason? Why is it he puts in so much effort to not even get a proper answer from you?

It wasn’t like he was lacking money. No. That wasn’t it at all. He just thought he deserved a little extra for being a good employee. He would like to think he was your favorite. This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, but underlying feelings he had about you were beginning to surface.

“She sucks,” Jungkook muttered, the scowl on his face apparent. His round glasses lessened the intimidation factor, but Jimin could still see the anger brewing. He clapped his hands and let out a laugh at the younger’s words. “I-I mean… I didn’t mean that… It’s the alcohol…”

“No! Let out your anger! You’ve always been too nice. You never get angry,” This time Jimin poured Jungkook a shot and urged him to drink it. “Just be honest with yourself~.”

So after several more shots, the gentle and polite Jungkook was vomiting outbursts about you left and right. Jimin drank along with him but was more composed since he knew how to handle his alcohol better. The comments Jungkook spilled about you were hilarious and quite entertaining.

“She thinks she’s so cool for creating a company on her own. ‘I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need her daddy’s money’ ”, he imitated. “Oh please! Without me, the company would’ve failed~. Failed!”

Jungkook slurred his words, the sentence sounding almost like a foreign language that only drunk people would understand. Jimin cackled and threw his head back. This was amusing.

“Ah~, Jungkook! Look at you go, bad-mouthing our boss! So proud!” Jungkook chuckled and gave him a thumbs up, his eyes hooded. He was definitely drunk. Jimin laughed and then noticed a notification on his phone from the calendar app. “Oh, right. The Secret Santa party is tomorrow…”

Jungkook’s eyes immediately widened. “Oh shit!”

“Did you just cuss?”

“Shit, shit, shit!!!” Jungkook facepalmed himself in disbelief. “I’m [Y/N]’s Secret Santa! I totally forgot to get her a gift!”

“You are? Oh… you better fix that. Rumor has it, she fired her last Secret Santa because the gift wasn’t good enough for her. She’s fucking rich, why can’t she be grateful? In fact, why does our boss even participate? She always gets people Christmas cards. Such cheap shit...”

“For the last time, she fired Yoongi because he overslept and arrived late too often…”

“Pick a side, Jungkook. Even when drunk you still defend her?”

“... I’m just saying,” He took another shot and scrunched his nose. “Maybe I should get her a bad gift on purpose. And then quit!”

“Oh~, that’s my boy!” Jimin said, a devious glint in his eyes. “What are you gonna get her?”

“Hmm~,” Jungkook said in thought as he rubbed his chin. “I don’t know. Sometimes I wish she could just go fuck herself.” Jimin cackled at hearing Jungkook cuss again. It was unusual, that’s for sure.

“Oh my gosh. She can. Get her a vibrator.”

“A vibrator???”

“I mean, she’s probably so uptight all the time because she hasn’t gotten laid. She’d probably be like it,” Jimin reasoned with an innocent shrug.

“I could write her ‘go fuck yourself’ on it,” Jungkook suggested. Jimin laughed once more. The idea of of you opening your Secret Santa gift and receiving something so inappropriate was too hilarious. He knew Jungkook was intoxicated and probably didn’t mean half the words he was spewing out, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. A genius idea like this was once in a lifetime.

“We’ve got to go get it! Let’s go. There’s a store nearby, I’ll walk you.”

So in less than 15 minutes, a drunk Jungkook with a partially intoxicated Jimin stumbled into the nearest store, found a vibrator that was on clearance, and paid for it. The cashier was a bit alarmed but didn’t question anything, as he was about to finish his shift anyway.

“Do you...” Jungkook asked with a raspy voice. “Have a permanent marker?”

The cashier raised an eyebrow but handed him one anyway. Jungkook immediately wrote on the box of the sex toy in messy handwriting but still somewhat legible ‘go fuck yourself’ like he said he would. Jimin had to guide him a bit, but the deed was done.

The boys then found their way back to Jimin’s car and Jimin drove Jungkook back to his house. He had to help Jungkook get inside by wrapping his arm around his shoulder. It was an awkward struggle, but they finally made it inside after Jungkook muttered out 3 different passcodes.

Jungkook passed out on his couch, not having enough strength to make it into his bedroom. Jimin found some blankets to cover him and left the house shortly afterwards.

The next morning Jungkook slept almost all day. He didn’t drink enough to result in vomiting, thank goodness.  When he finally woke up, his head was killing him with a pounding headache. He’d rather stay motionless and in a deep slumber than move today.

But of course, that wasn’t possible. His phone rang and he groaned, pulling the device out from his pants and placing it against his ear.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, but he didn’t care.

“Hey, just calling to remind you that the party is today,” Jimin chimed.

“What party?”

“The Secret Santa one that you organized. Remember?”

It was like all of Jungkook’s memories came back to hit him like a tidal wave. Except for one little thing.

“Ahh! I forgot!” He shot up from the couch and rushed to the bathroom to get ready. “What time is it? Am I late?”

“Why would I call you early to make you late? Relax. You’ve got an hour.”

“An hour?! That’s not enough time!” Jungkook stared at himself in the mirror and made a disgusted face at his appearance. His hair was disheveled, dried saliva was on the corner of his mouth, his clothes smelled like it was sweating meat juices. And then he realized. “I don’t have a gift for Miss [Y/N]!”

“You really did drink too much. You got her a gift yesterday, remember?”

“With you?”

“Yeah. I have it. You left it in my car. Don’t worry, I gift-wrapped it and placed a nice bow on top for you. It’s under the tree with her name on it.”

“Thank goodness… thank you, Jimin. I’ll be there soon!”

He ended the call, turned on the shower, and didn’t even bother waiting for the water to warm up because he was scared of being late.

“Wait a minute… what gift did I get her?”

“Jimin! Jiiiiimiiiin!” Jungkook hollered from across the room. He had went up to the highest floor of the company building because that was where the party was being held. So many employees were there already, crowding the Christmas tree placed in the center of the room. The presents underneath were abundant and Jungkook had no idea which one was from him.

Jimin was standing near the Christmas tree with reindeer antlers on his head. His outfit was comfy and casual, consisting of a white shirt paired with a red knitted cardigan. He didn’t hear Jungkook’s cries due to many co-workers chatting up a storm. Jungkook dashed over in a panic, almost tackling him over.

“Jimin!”

“Jungkook? What the heck?!”

“Come with me!”

He took Jimin’s hand and dragged him in the nearest empty room, being aware to shut the door.

“Trying to get me alone?” Jimin joked, a giggle threatening to spill from his lips.

“No! I wanted to ask you what gift did I get Miss [Y/N]?!”

“What? You don’t remember?” Jimin covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing. “You got her the personal massager, remember?”

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. “Oh good. That’s good… she gets stressed easily. What kind is it? The foot massager? The handheld ones for your back?”

“Jungkook… it’s a ‘personal massager’,” Jimin repeated, doing air quotes with his fingers. He could tell the younger one was still lost. “You got her a vibrator.”

“Me?!” he shouted, pointing at himself like an idiot as if there was another Jeon Jungkook in the room.

“Yeah. You don’t remember what happened yesterday, do you?”

“Well, no. Not really. I know we drank a lot.”

“You drank a lot,” Jimin corrected. “I enjoyed watching you rant about our boss. You wanted to buy her a bad gift for Secret Santa and then quit afterwards.”

“And I came up with a… sex toy?” Jungkook asked in disbelief. Jimin pointed at himself with a proud smile.

“No. I did. Because you said you wished she could go fuck herself and now she can.”

Jungkook covered his face with both hands out of embarrassment. “Oh no~, I can’t give Miss [Y/N] that! I didn’t mean anything I said last night!”

“Whatever~,” Jimin said with a wave of his hand. “You were so riled up, so angry that she didn’t give you a raise that you rightfully deserve.”

“Well… yeah…” Jungkook dropped his hands back down. “But I was also drunk. It would be inappropriate and disrespectful.”

“She hasn’t been giving you respect. You said she didn’t give you the time of day when you tried asking her again. You deserve better.”

Jungkook tilted his head a bit, a habit he did when he was frustrated. “The raise isn’t a big deal. She pays everyone well already. I just… it was selfish of me to ask for more.”

“No~,” Jimin wagged his finger back and forth. “Don’t do that. It was not selfish. She didn’t even give you a compromise. Tell you what, I’m tired of working for her too. I’ll quit with you after the party.” “Jimin, it’s okay.”

“I insist. I really was going to quit anyway. But we gotta see her open your gift first.”

“I don’t want her to receive that!”

“Well, do you have another gift to give her?” Jungkook shook his head. “Exactly. Come on, Jungkook. She doesn’t deserve you anyway. You can find another job, easy.”

“But I don’t know if I want to qui—”

His sentence was interrupted when the door opened. It was you, much to their surprise. You saw them staring at you with wide eyes, as if they were caught discussing something illegal.

“What are you two doing in here?” you questioned. “The party’s out here. It’s time for Secret Santa and Jimin, you’re up first.”

“I am? Oh okay.” Jimin stepped out of the room in a hurry, not wanting to stay in your presence much longer. Jungkook wanted to tell him to take the gift he had for you and throw it out a window or something, but it was too late. He was alone.

And with you.

You looked at Jungkook from top to bottom, endeared by the reindeer antlers he had on his head. He paired it with a red and black-striped long sleeved shirt with black jeans, a comfortable style that made him appear very cute. Especially with his round glasses with thick frames.

Yup. This was your assistant of 3 years. Although you’ve always been hard on him, you did appreciate him. His consistency, great attitude, kind manners, and yes, even his puns were well loved. But because you were the CEO, you were rather strict.

You built this company yourself from the ground up after all. And you were more than aware about how employees joked about how intimidating you were, but you had to be in order to keep them in check. Women got belittled for being business savvy, but you wanted to look charismatic and professional.

Now that you were alone with Jungkook and all the other employees were distracted, you felt like you could finally thank him for all he’s done. Whenever other workers talked ill of you, he always defended you. It was sweet.

“So Jungkook,” you began to say, clutching onto the envelope you had hidden behind your back with unease. It was like you were scared to drop it. “I want to talk to you about something.”

Jungkook gulped, scared out of his wits. Did you figure out what he did? No, that’s impossible. Were you going to fire him before the gift reveal or something? He sure was regretting having have asked for a raise in the first place. He could feel his sweat glands activating the more his mind ran wild as to what you wanted to talk to him about.

It didn’t help that you looked so beautiful too. You wore a red skater dress, but it was an off the shoulder style to give you an elegant appearance. The santa hat on your head made you look soft and sweet. He’s seen you in dresses before but man. Red looked amazing on you. That’s probably why it’s his favorite color.

“Jungkook?” you repeated, noticing how he seemed to have spaced out. He came back to his senses and you saw how tense he was. The look he had in his eyes, how fear was overwhelming his irises were magnified by his spectacles.

“Ah! Yes. Is there something you need, Miss [Y/N]?” Jungkook stuttered. He wanted to mentally slap himself for sounding so nervous. You smiled at him, taking the envelope from behind your back and held it out towards him.

“Merry Christmas. I’m sorry for being so harsh on you before.”

Jungkook blinked a couple of times before taking the envelope from your hands. You flashed him one last smile and headed out of the room, leaving him alone in confusion. This was odd. You’ve never given him anything before.

Sure, you’ve bought him lunch over the years. You’ve given generic gift bags full of random items that anyone would like to the whole department some holidays. But this envelope, this single envelope left an unsettling feeling. The anticipation and curiosity got the best of him though, so he tore it open to find a card.

It was a festive design of a bunny rabbit wearing a Santa hat printed on the front. He was surprised to find such a lengthy message written inside from you. Your handwriting was neater than usual, so he knew you must have taken extra time to write slowly. Your words were so genuine; it was side of you he’s never seen before. You were thanking him for working for you. You were complimenting him. You were being honest.

But the last sentence was what shocked him the most.

“I’m giving you a raise for Christmas. That’s why I had to deny you before. I apologize for being so cold. Merry Christmas! :)”

…

Oh no.

The door to the room flew open once more to reveal Jimin. He looked frantic and stormed inside to show Jungkook that he was holding a card in his hand as well.

“Jungkook! You won’t believe it!” Jimin cried. “I thought our boss was just a cheapskate giving out Christmas cards for Secret Santa. But inside, she gave me a bonus! There’s a check hidden inside! She’s so… nice. I was wrong about her.”

Jungkook dropped his jaw. He was the one who was in charge of Secret Santa and he completely forgot you were randomly given Jimin. He knew that every year, you always gave your assigned person the same gift (a card). But his coworkers would claim nothing was inside except for a message. Now he realized you wanted to keep the bonuses you gave out a secret and everyone misjudged you for it. You really were kind, not wanting to make others envious.

“Fuck, I feel terrible,” Jimin continued. He then noticed the card Jungkook had. “Did she give you a bonus too? Was she also your Secret Santa?”

“No… this was just a Christmas gift. She… gave me the raise as my gift.”

Jimin and Jungkook both looked at each other with widened eyes. Panic struck them as they bolted out of the room, realizing the mistake they’ve made. Sprinting over to the tree, they saw it was your turn to open your gift.

“No…” Jungkook breathed. “We’re too late.”

You had already grabbed your gift from the floor and stood back up by the time he got there.

“I wonder what this is,” you stated aloud to all your workers that surrounded you. The generic rectangular-shaped box didn’t give you any inkling as to what could be inside. But Jungkook knew. Jimin did too.

“It’s okay. This is Secret Santa. She won’t know it was from you,” Jimin whispered.

With bated breath, Jungkook watched you closely as you ripped the gift open in one swift motion. The paper teared with ease and fell to the floor in one neat clump from how it was taped together. All eyes were on you as you held the rectangular box in your hand, immediately recognizing what the gift was.

There was no mistaking what that bright pink device was on the box. Approximately 8 inches in length, cucumber-shaped, and with that specific curve in the middle, you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. Your employees knew what your gift was too since the picture of it was also on the back of the box.

There was no time to react. There was no time to hide it behind your back. You simply stood there with enlarged eyes.

Everyone in the office was desperately trying to keep their act together. But your ears picked up stifled laughter, short whispers, and a few chortles. How embarrassing.

You noticed there was a message written on the box, although it was barely legible. Still, you could tell what it said. Clearing your throat, you captured everyone’s attention once more.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself,” you read, each syllable with a distinct sharpness. Everyone lost it and burst out into laughter. You looked up from the box and clicked your tongue, patiently waiting for everyone to calm down. The darkness that overtook your irises was what shut everyone up after 10 seconds. You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, the intense glare in your eyes enough to set the room aflame. “Cute.”

Your tone was rather calm even though you were just disrespected. It spooked people. It spooked Jungkook. His attempt to look innocent could have been thwarted by the betrayal of his sweat glands alone. He gulped, feeling like his body was too warm and the long sleeves of his shirt weren’t helping.

You rested your hand on your hip while the other hand held the box out in the open.

“You all must find me such to be such a bitch, huh? Of course, a strong woman scares society. This company that I started myself so that you all manage to get $15 dollars an hour rather than minimum wage is way too inconsiderate of me, right? Me demanding you all to work longer hours sometimes is too much to ask, right? Right.”

No one dared to meet your gaze. The fear of getting fired was too overwhelming and the ones who were innocent still felt a sense of shame even though they had done no wrong. So the terror Jungkook was feeling, well, it was unbearable.

You scanned your eyes around the room for any signs of the guilty party. It was difficult because everyone appeared suspicious. So you decided to take another approach.

“This is Secret Santa. That means I get to at least guess who gave this to me. Right? And to make things fair,” You paused a second for a more dramatic effect. “If I guess wrong, I’ll forget this ever happened. Either way, I have the list of people’s names, so I can find out who did this one way or another.”

Jungkook was elated. He had a chance. As long as he laid low, didn’t look too suspicious, he’d get away with his mistake. You’d never know it was him. And even if you looked it up later and realized it was from him, it wouldn’t matter. You would drop it. Everything would be oka—

“Jungkook.”

He froze at the sound of his name. You knew. How could you possibly have guessed it was him?! He wasn’t the only one avoiding eye contact. He didn’t even move. The one time he wished you weren’t calling for him.

Why did he have to pick your name for Secret Santa this year? Why did he get so mad and do something stupid? Why did he listen to Jimin? Even though he knew deep down, he couldn’t blame him for this mess, at least not entirely.

Jungkook didn’t even try to deny your accusation and stood there in silence.

“See me in my office,” you stated, keeping your face as neutral as possible.

“Oof. You shouldn’t have gotten her that gift, bro,” Jimin whispered to Jungkook. He wanted to smack his friend upside the head, but you were staring him down with such intensity. People cleared a path for you to get through, your heels clicking with each step. Jungkook had no choice but to follow you and everyone wanted to know what was going to happen to him.

You scanned your keycard on the lock and the automatic door welcomed you once again. You stepped into your office and Jungkook did too. The door closed behind him and he felt a sense of deja vu. He’s been in here many times, but this may be the last time.

You walked over to your desk but didn’t circle around it to sit in your chair. Instead, you sat on top of it and gestured him to sit down in front of you in the chair provided. He complied.

“So… you’re the one who got me this?” You held the box up in plain sight. Jungkook waved his hands around in defense.

“I-I did but! I didn’t mean to! I mean! It was a mistake!” he blurted out.

“Shut your mouth. It was a yes or no question.” Your tone was so hostile; he felt so intimidated and small.

“Yes… I did get you that,” he breathed, full of shame and regret.

“I see. So my personal assistant of 3 years was my Secret Santa. And he hated me so much, he got me a vibrator,” You let out a breathy, fake laugh. “Good job. You made me a laughing stock in front of all my employees.”

“Miss [Y/N], please. I can explain.”

“Oh, I got your message. You want me to, what was it?” You read the message on the box again. “Go fuck myself?”

“I don’t mean that. I really didn’t! I’m so sorry.”

“No~, why are you sorry?” The sarcasm was lethal to Jungkook’s ears. “You only said what everyone thinks. Maybe I do need to go fuck myself.”

Jungkook straightened his posture, unsure of what you meant. “Um… what do you mean?”

“I mean, you went out of your way to get me such a nice gift. It’s only fair I try it to see if it works. And it’s so pretty. Pink, gotta love that.”

You opened the end of the box and the bright pink device slipped out into your hand. It was smooth to the touch from the silicone it was made out of. You found a small booklet with instructions that came with it and started to skim through it.

“Miss [Y/N], I’m very confused,” Jungkook said meakly. You held up your index finger, letting him know not to disturb you from your reading.

“Ah~, personal massager… waterproof, whisper-quiet! That’s cool,” you said to yourself. “6 modes and 16 speeds. Aw~, it comes with batteries already inside? How convenient.”

There were three buttons on the side of it, a plus button, a minus button, and a circle button in between that was used to change modes. You held down the plus button and the device turned on immediately. It vibrated in your hand with such strong power. Jungkook sat there with his mouth agape, not liking where this was going. His boss was holding a vibrator out in the open.

You spread your legs wide open on the desk and Jungkook nearly choked. He covered his eyes out of respect.

“You put your hand away,” you ordered. He shook his head.

“I-I can’t do such a thing!”

“You told me to go fuck myself. You had the confidence to do that.”

“I was drunk!”

“I don’t care. You’re going to watch me,” you said in a sultry voice. “Put your hand away.”

Jungkook removed his hand but opted to shutting his eyes closed instead, so you hopped off the desk and walked over to him, placing both hands on either side of him on the armrests. You leaned your face in closer to his and he felt your breath tickle his nose. You were so close, your scent was making his mind hazy.

You waited for a few seconds, watching him for any signs of movement. His nose twitched a little when you leaned in even closer, his lips parted when you ghosted your lips over his own. It felt like you were about to kiss him, so he let out the tiniest whimper.

“Are you really not going to watch me?” you challenged. Jungkook nodded his head. You stood up straight once more and forcefully yanked him out of his seat by the collar of his shirt. His face was right in front of yours, eyes still closed somewhat. “As your boss, I expect you to obey.”

He couldn’t breathe from how close you were. “I-It wouldn’t be appropriate.” His statement fell flat to you.

“But you gifting me a vibrator is?” Jungkook felt like putty in your grip and you took the vibrator in your hand, still pulsating, and trailed it down to where his crotch was, brushing it against the fabric ever so lightly. He shivered in response. “You really got guts, Jeon.”

“I’m really, really sorry!” he repeated. You chuckled, pressing the device hard against his now apparent bulge and he whined. His eyes were still closed, the stubborn one. You pushed him back down in chair and he felt the oxygen rush back into his body.

“Alright. Be that way.”

He could hear you sitting on your desk once more in front of him. It was quiet for a brief moment, but then he heard some shuffling noises as if you were adjusting yourself in position. Without his sight, it was like his hearing was enhanced.

You lifted up the skirt part of your dress until your panties were exposed. Of course, you knew Jungkook couldn’t see.

“Do you want to know what kind of panties I’m wearing, Jungkook-ah?” He stayed silent, feeling his lips go dry. “I bought some new ones. Lacy ones. The one I’m wearing is black.”

Curse his imagination. He could see you in them right now. The thought of your beautiful thighs with the lace was already making him hard. You smirked, seeing how Jungkook was biting his lip at your comment. Taking the vibrator, you turned it up to its highest setting to make sure he could hear it even if it was “whisper-quiet”.

You spread your legs and pressed it against your clothed womanhood, specifically on the clit. It felt incredible.

A moan slipped out of you without warning and Jungkook wanted to open his eyes immediately but caught himself. You sounded so hot. How could a moan sound so cute and lewd at the same time? What were you doing? What did you look like? He was dying to know.

And why was he still in your office with his eyes shut? He could easily run out of there, but he felt like he was impaled into the confines of the chair. All he had now was his sense of hearing.

And it was torture.

“It feels so good, Jungkook-ah. I haven’t even taken off my panties yet, but it feels so good on my pussy,” Oh, he was suffering so much. You rubbed the toy up and down, putting more pressure onto yourself to get more pleasure. “I’m already wet.”

“Miss [Y/N], please. You don’t have to do this,” Jungkook whined.

“You can open your eyes and watch me, baby.”

Baby. You really were trying to end him. “N-No. I’m good.”

You slipped off your panties and let them fall to the ground. Then you began clicking through the modes on the toy to try them out. One was a continuous vibration, the standard kind. Another was a pulsation on every other beat. One was like a rumble. You turned it off and opted to using your own fingers for now.

“I just took off my panties. I really am wet. I can’t remember the last time I masturbated,” You inserted your middle finger into your pussy and mewled. Jungkook could only imagine what you looked like right now. You were pumping your finger in and out of you at a fast pace, the lewd sounds of squelching attacking his ears. Your moans were heavenly of course and the arousal went straight to his cock. “Watch me, Jungkook. Don’t you want to look at my pussy? It’s so wet. Ugh, I bet the vibrator would slip into me so easily.”

You knew your body best, so you circled your clit in the specific way you liked where it didn’t overwhelm your body to the point of cumming, not just yet. Throwing your head back, you let the pleasuring sensations course through your body, flexing your thighs as you thrusted your hips up slightly. This time you inserted two fingers to stretch your pussy wider, the warm cavern contracting tightly on your digits. Your desk was getting drenched from your dripping pussy, but you didn’t care.

“I-I should do this more often,” you said, narrowing your eyes on your assistant who was forming sweat on his temples. It seemed like his body was overheating from the arousal you were causing. It made you happy to see him like this. “I’m so fucking tight.”

Jungkook bit his lip again, almost so hard to the point he would bleed. If he had told himself he had never imagined this, he’d be lying 100%. His dick was crying for relief underneath his suffocating tight jeans.

You took your fingers out of your pussy and grabbed the toy once again, coating the tip of it with your essence.

“I wonder if your little gift could fit inside me… all 8 inches…”

You weren’t serious, right? Jungkook was dying at the thought. But sure enough, he heard your groans as you shoved the vibrator inside you. It was an excruciating fit, the girth and length being something you weren’t used too. You couldn’t get all of it inside, but you got enough in to satisfy you. You turned it on again.

“It’s so tight… inside me… pulsating…” Your words were broken with little whimpers in between. Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. He caved. His eyes shot open to witness the most indecent, magnificent sight of you.

You were a panting mess, legs spread wide apart with a bright pink shaft inside of you. Your hand was at the tip of the device as you smirked at your assistant’s wide doe eyes. You lifted one of your legs up onto the desk to give him a better view.

“Knew you couldn’t resist, baby boy.” He gulped, tempted to unzip his jeans to pleasure himself as well. You began to pump the vibrator in and out of you, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Once you looked forward again, you saw Jungkook had his member sprung out already. “Jungkook!”

“W-What? I’m sorry, you’re just so… hot…” he said, his eyes fixated on you. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, already pumping himself.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Put your hand away or I’m not continuing.”

“But Miss [Y/N]...”

“Now.”

He pouted in frustration but obeyed. Seeing you continue acting so unashamed was better than reaching his own high. You smiled when he listened, pulling the toy out of you and holding it up for him to see. It was coated in your juices and you could have sworn his dick twitched a bit from the sight.

You hopped off your desk and went over to him. He bit his lip, unsure what you were going to do next. You put the vibrator right in front of his face in an upright position.

“Lick it.”

Jungkook was taken aback. Your expression told him you were serious though and he timidly stuck out his tongue. You held the device still and turned it off until he licked a long stripe on the side of it in a slow manner.

Fuck. You tasted amazing and he eagerly enjoyed your essence, looking up at you with big eyes. It was a sight you could never forget. The way his tongue swirled around the toy as if it was a lollipop was sexy.

“You love licking up my cum, don’t you? You dirty slut.”

Jungkook was too enticed to disagree and nodded. You bent down a little to run your fingers along his thighs, past the top of his jeans, to where his member was. You never would have expected him to have such a nice, long cock. It was tempting to just sit on and ride the fuck out of, but you resisted.

“You want me to touch it, right?”

“Y-Yes please,” You gripped onto his cock and squeezed it so fast that Jungkook choked on his breath. “Miss [Y/N]! I-It hurts a bit…”

You loosened your grip and began stroking him at a steady pace. “That’s what you get for touching yourself without permission. You need to be punished.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as if he was going through a mixture of pleasure and pain, throwing his head back onto the chair. Your hands felt incredible on his dick and he wanted more. He needed it. The moans he slipped out were whiny in the best way possible. You increased your speed and decided to use the vibrator again.

Turning it on, you placed it on the tip of his shaft and he inhaled sharply.

“Ah~, oh god. Please, it’s such a weird sensation,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Please as in you want more of it? You’re such a whore, look at you. You’re a mess.” You ran the toy along the entire length of his dick and he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“Fuck.”

“What a filthy mouth you have. Open it,” He was confused but parted his lips open just enough for you to shove the vibrator inside. “Don’t drop it now, slut. I’m teaching you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

You got down on your knees and took his cock into your mouth right away. Jungkook whined loudly, but it was blocked by the toy in his mouth. You were being relentless, spitting on his cock to lube it up some more before bobbing your head up and down. How could you go at such a fast rate? It was killing him.

The way you made sure his cock hit the back of your throat everytime. The way you gagged on it but manage to not choke was so professional in the hottest way. You even snuck a hand up under his shirt, pinching his nipple. He jolted back in surprise.

Jungkook was almost crying at how good everything felt. God, he had forgotten how good a blowjob was. Your warm mouth and soft lips wrapped around his member in a sloppy, slippery sensation was sending him to euphoria. He couldn’t help but part his lips even more, dropping the vibrator onto the ground.

You paused your actions and opted to place a hand onto his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

“You dropped it,” you growled. His eyes widened in fear but he was still aroused. You decided to stroke him with a death grip and he groaned into your mouth. It was the best kind of torture he would ever experience. He knew he was going to cum and you didn’t slow down at all.

“You fucking slut, look at you getting off from your boss. You dare give me a vibrator? You’re lucky I didn’t shove it up your ass or would you like that? All you are is a whore who wants to be dominated, right? You better not cum until I say so. Fucking bitch.”

Closing his eyes and letting out a muffled scream, Jungkook couldn’t help but ejaculate all over your hand. The warm beads of cum trickled down your fingers and you removed the hand over his mouth. You then stood up, shoving your wet fingers into his mouth.

“Taste yourself.” He obeyed once more and licked your hands clean like a good kitten. “You cummed without my permission.”

“I… I’m… sorry…” Jungkook was breathless, not sure if everything that just happened was some form of a dream. You tsked at him and bent down to where his ear was, whispering ever so softly.

“You’re fired. Slut.”