Apologise first | J.JK
You and your boyfriend have a little argument, so he suggests something filthy and demented to decide who has to apologise first.
genre – mutual pining, smut, fluff.
pairing – jungkook x fem reader.
warnings – explicit language & smut.
word count – 7k+
in the confined space of the elevator, you stand with your arms tightly crossed over your chest, staring at the doors, refusing to look at him. jungkook leans against the opposite wall, his one ankle over the other with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. his jaw is clenched and ticking every now and then. neither of you have spoken until you both left the car.
the argument you both had started off quite small, and stupid – highly unnecessary. you had a terrible day at work today, you don't even want to think about it. to make things even worse for you, jungkook had decided to show up ten minutes later to pick you up. he apologised in the parking lot sincerely, but you were already too mad to listen to what he had to say.
you snapped at him. "if you can't be on time, just tell me so i can take the damn train."
his eyes narrowed at you, brows furrowing. "i'm here, aren't i? i always come get you. i don't know why you're acting like i left you stranded."
"oh my God, jungkook. it's not just about that. i was out waiting in the cold like an idiot while you-"
"while i what? work my ass off all day too? fuck's sake, y/n, i'm not your chauffeur."
and yeah, that's what caused it. whatever negative feelings you've both been feeling in the week all surfaced. by the time he parked in the garage, your voices were raised and yelling at each other.
now in the elevator, the silence between you feels worse. you can feel him staring at the side of your face, and as much as you hate to admit it – it intimidates you.
when the doors finally open, you storm out first. jungkook follows a step behind you with the house keys jingling in his hand. when you reach the door, you wait with your arms crossed refusing to turn around. he unlocks the door without a word, pushes it open and lets you walk in first. the second he locks the door; you turn around furiously to look at him.
"i actually don't think i'm done talking about this." you say while kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes. "you think just because you showed up eventually makes it okay? i'm exhausted, jungkook. i always am, and the one thing i expect from you is that you're there when you say you'll be."
he basically throws the keys onto the counter, the unnecessarily loud sound it makes emphasises his own anger.
"and as i told you, i got held up at work. it isn't like i was out drinking with my friends. i was working. you know, that thing we both do to pay for the apartment you're currently yelling in for no good reason?"
you laugh bitterly, reaching behind to unzip your skirt, "oh, what the hell are you trying to say, huh? you think i don't work just as hard as you do? well i do, and i would never do something like this to you."
you pull your skirt down your legs until it pools at your feet. you step out of it, so you're left in just your blouse and underwear. jungkook's gaze wanders over your figure and his eyes darken. you see the way his tongue licks across his bottom lip, and it pisses you off more because he's clearly not interested in what you said since he's checking you out.
"why the hell are you looking at me like that?" the disapproval is clear in your voice.
he takes a step closer, shrugging off his jacket and carelessly letting it fall on the floor. "like what?"
"like you wanna fuck me instead of talking about this."
he huffs out a low laugh. "can't help it. you're sexy as hell when you're mad."
you roll your eyes and turn towards the bathroom to get away from him, unbuttoning your blouse as you go. he's right behind you, and when he catches up with you, you feel the hardest, most possessive smack on your ass. you gasp and spin around, hand flying to your ass cheek that now stings deliciously,
"jungkook!"
he doesn't even look sorry, he just stares down at you with dark, heavy eyes with a smirk on his face. "i can't even lie. i wanna fuck you," he says with genuine honesty in his deep voice. "been thinking about it since you started raising your voice in the car."
your face heats up at that, and your body traitorously feels aroused too, despite how angry you still are.
"no," you say firmly. "not happening until you apologise properly ."
he scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. "you want to apologise for something that isn't my fault, something i already apologised for anyways? fine. i'm really sorry y/n. now come here."
"that's not a proper apology, you're being cynical." you turn again, walking into the bedroom, opening the last buttons of your blouse. once it's fully unbuttoned, you take it off so you're left in your bra and panty. even though it's freezing cool, you purposely take ages so jungkook can see you like this and wish.
you hear his footsteps behind you again, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back against his chest before you can move away. he's warm and you feel his erection pressing against your ass. he dips his head down, so his lips brush your ear.
"i want to fuck you." he murmurs again needily. one of his hands slides up your stomach to graze the side of your breast. "wanna bury myself inside you and make you forget why you're mad."
you shiver, hating how good that sounds, hating how much easily he gets you weak for him.
"no," you say, and it comes out embarrassingly weak. you turn in his arms and push at his hard chest. "not until you actually mean that you're sorry,"
his eyes search yours, frustration is evident in his eyes, but of course the hunger is more noticeable. he lets out a slow exhale, looks as if he's contemplating something, then he gives you a little smirk.
"okay," he says calmly. "let's make a deal, hmm?"
you narrow your eyes, growing suspicious. "what kind of deal?"
he steps back and starts unbuckling his belt. your throat goes dry as he opens a button before unzipping it.
"cock-warming. you sit on my dick," he says, eyes locked in yours. "just sit. no moving or anything. we stay like that until one of us can't take it anymore. whoever thrusts, grinds or anything too physical has to apologise. properly."
your breath hitches and you feel some wetness at your core at the thought of his filthy ultimatum and the challenge in his voice.
"you've lost it. why would i do something so demented?"
he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs enough to free his cock. it's so hard and lengthy, it's got you mentally salivating. he holds it in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, and damn you're jealous that you're not the one doing it for him.
"scared you'll lose, baby?"
you swallow hard, you're stubborn but then again there's an ache between your thighs wishing to be satisfied. this is probably the dumbest deal you're about to agree to, but it does sound interesting in way you're unable to comprehend.
"fine." you say firmly.
"get on me then."
you stand there for a second, re-thinking your decision. where on earth does one even come up with this idea? jungkook walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. your eyes voluntarily drift down to his cock, hard against his stomach with the tip glistening. he carries on fisting himself while looking up at you with a little smirk. your pride is screaming at you to leave and not give him what he wants, but of course, the demon inside you is ovulating and very curious.
you huff out a breath and approach him, climbing on his thighs to straddle him. you're stubborn as ever, so you don't touch him more than you have to. your knees sink into the bed on either side of his thighs. once you're properly on him, he reaches out for your panties to help you get them off. his little touch is enough to have you aching for more of it, and that pisses you even more because you don't feel like being a sucker for him tonight.
"don't" you snap, slapping his hands away. "i don't want you looking at me, i don't want you touching me. let's just do this stupid thing."
his eyebrows shoot up, surprise and maybe a little bit shock evident on his face. "yes, ma'am." he murmurs.
he tilts his head back immediately, looking at the ceiling like it's the most fascinating thing to exist – which of course, it isn't. you are. you're undoubtedly the most fascinating thing jungkook could lay his eyes on. but now, he has to make believe that the ceiling is interesting since you're forbidden him from looking at you. his drops his hands on the mattress, fingers fisting into the sheets.
you sit up a little to get your panty off, and it sticks to your core, showing you how pathetically soaked you are already. you feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, landing on jungkook, just above his knee. his throat bobs hard and his jaw clenches tightly. he moves a bit so the tip of his cock brushes against your inner thigh leaving a small smear of pre-cum.
you glance down and he's painfully hard, his veins standing out today. your mouth goes dry. you're annoyed that your first instinct is to hold him in your hands and tease him before giving him the sloppiest head. instead, you sit back on his thighs, keeping some space between your core and his cock. his eyes are still glued to the ceiling, lips slightly parted as he breathes slowly, trying to remain neutral.
you slide one hand down your stomach, going down to your clit. jungkook quickly glances at what you're doing and his breath hitches when he sees your fingers rubbing yourself slowly. you're drenched enough that when you circle your clit, the sound is very audible to him. you let out a little moan as your fingers move through your folds, you're very sensitive so your touches feel so good. jungkook's hips involuntarily jerk and he lets out a low, frustrated groan.
"fuck," he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut.
you slip a finger into yourself, pumping inside slowly. the wet and filthy sounds fill the room, tormenting jungkook. you add another finger inside, imagining that it's him. though your fingers are absolutely nowhere near as pleasant as jungkook feels. he finally brings his head forward to watch you finger-fucking yourself. he makes a noise that makes you clench around your fingers. he drops his head back down on the mattress, letting out a shaky breath.
even though you're enjoying the pleasure you're giving yourself, you pull your wet fingers out and bring them up between you. without a word, you press them to his lips. he doesn't hesitate; he opens his mouth so you can insert your fingers inside for him to lick them with a satisfied groan. he licks them clean while finally staring into your eyes, sucking harder on your two digits.
when he finally lets your fingers go with a soft pop, he hoarsely speaks, "fucking hell, you're so soaked."
you don't answer him, you move forward, rising on your knees until you're hovering over him. he gets the hint and wraps a hand around his cock, holding it steady for you. you lower yourself onto him torturously slow, coating him with your arousal. he hisses, head falling back again. you finally sink down, and the stretch is perfect. your breath catches in your throat, and you moan out shakily as jungkook groans loudly.
"f-fuck," he breathes out. "so warm and perfect."
once you're all the way down, neither of you move for a while. he's buried so deep inside you, pulsing while you clench around him. your hands find his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin – it stings a little, but jungkook loves the feeling. his eyes are locked on your face now, gauging your reaction to this, taking note of the pleasure you're unable to hide, and the way you're clearly displeased with just sitting on him. you're his girl, he knows you through and through. you're always in the mood to fuck him or to get fucked by him, he knows very well that you're eager for some action. but of course, you're way more stubborn so you both end up sitting still, staring at each other.
the atmosphere between both of you is very tense. considering the fact that you're both still quite pissed off at each other. you're both still frozen in place, bodies intimately joined together but refusing to move. his cock throbs deep inside you and every time you clench around him, you both let out frustrated noises, putting much effort into staying still.
jungkook leans back on his elbows so he can get a good look at you. the movement causes his hips to move a bit, making his cock shift inside you, nudging a spot that has your toes curling. you whimper softly, nails digging harder into his shoulders.
"don't move."
he grunts lowly. "trying not to, baby. fuck, this was a stupid fucking idea."
his eyes are dark and glassy, fixed on you in a way that makes you feel very intimidated. you can feel the way he's obviously holding back, see the way his abs flex and the way his thighs tense under you and the way he's trying to remain perfectly still. you lean forward, trying to steady yourself on him and the movement causes him to drag along in your walls.
"shit," he curses. "you're dripping down my balls, y/n. tell me the truth, does fighting with me get you this wet?"
he asks huskily with some teasing in his voice, and maybe even some triumph as if he's just found out something dirty about you. your cheeks burn, but you won't let him win that easily. you lean in close, lips brushing against his.
"oh, please. look at you. you're hard as fuck. literally throbbing inside me like you're about to come from me just sitting on you. so don't act like you're not just as turned on by this."
he narrows his eyes at you, tongue in his cheek as he stares st you for a moment before speaking. "i'm a guy. you're naked, soaked and sitting on my dick. of course i'm hard."
he admits shamelessly, perhaps his excuse is valid, but you're still feeling the need to be bitchy. 'bullshit." you say.
your hips move the tiniest bit, enough to make both of you feel tingles, but not enough to count as moving. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering.
"you were hard in the elevator. you were hard the second i started yelling at you in the car. admit it - you like it when i'm pissed at you."
he lets out a low laugh, elbows digging into the bed as he sits up a bit more. you both let out moans when the shift causes his hips to roll again.
"fine," he rasps. "yeah, i like it. i like when you get all fired up and talk back to me. turns me the fuck on. happy?"
you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his confession by clenching hard around him. his eyes darken and a groan slips out of him.
"but that doesn't mean i'm gonna apologise first," he adds quickly, matching your stubbornness. "you're the one who started going off about me being a few minutes late."
"those few minutes felt like hours when i was freezing my ass off waiting for you- " you abruptly stop because he purposely flexes inside you, making your thighs tremble.
"jungkook," you warn but it comes out needy and desperate.
he smirks at you. "what? i didn't move, did i?"
"you're so damn infuriating."
"really?" he licks his bottom lip when his eyes drop to where you're both joined, before looking back up at your face. "come on, baby. move. i know you wanna ride me. i can feel how bad you want it."
yes, you absolutely do want it. you want to slam down on him and ride him hard. your pussy is throbbing, swollen and desperate. but you're not about to break first.
"no. you move, you apologise."
he groans again, closing his eyes shut as if he's praying for strength. when he looks at you again, his eyes are dark.
"you're pure fucking evil." he mutters.
his hands twitch at his sides and he has to fist them to prevent himself from grabbing your hips and fucking into you.
minutes pass by, both of you are breathing hard while staring at each other, trembling with the effort of not giving in. your hands ended up on his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat. jungkook's hands hovered uncertainly for a long time, but eventually they settled on your hips, caressing with his thumbs. you're trying not to clench around him, but every time you do, his eyes flutter and his fingers tighten on you.
you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying hard to stifle the little whimpers trying to escape you. the still feeling of him is so overwhelming, it's making you insane, every time his cock pulses inside you has the demon inside you wanting to move.
jungkook's jaw clenches so tight you can see the veins standing out on his neck, and the sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cool weather. jungkook looks completely ruined, and the sight of him like this would have you feeling so victorious if you weren't feeling just as tortured as him.
finally your pride cracks and you plead with him. "move," you whisper. you didn't mean to say it out loud, it just slipped out.
for a moment you think he might put you out your misery and fuck you, but he doesn't.
"no," he says roughly. "you move and apologise first."
you laugh, but it's frustrated and annoyed. "you know you want this, jungkook. even more than i do."
"says the girl who's shaking on my dick." he shoots back. "you want this more than me, angel."
to prove that he's right, your body betrays you by tightly clenching around him again as if you're trying to pull him deeper inside you.
"y/n, stop fucking doing that-"
when you look at him, you notice that his eyes are almost wet, like he's on the verge of losing it. seeing him like this – jungkook, who's always so controlled and usually dominant – almost knocks the air out of you. you're so wet, it's embarrassing, arousal coating his cock, dripping down onto his skin.
you lean forward so your forehead touches his and lips brush against his as you speak . "this is killing you, isn't it?"
he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. "you have no idea."
"i do," you admit. "because it's killing me too."
his hands slide up your sides, caressing your skin and stopping under your breasts. you bite your lip harder, feeling the urge to roll your hips and please both of you.
after a long while, both of you still refuse to give into each other. you just stay there frustrated in place.
"i don't get it, y/n." he mutters, eyes searching yours. "why are you so fucking stubborn? i didn't do anything wrong. i was late one time. traffic was shit, i apologised in the parking lot. why can't you just say sorry and let this go?"
he raises his voice, startling you since he never ever does that. you get the urge to cry. your shoulders drop, and the fight suddenly drains out of you. your eyes start to sting and blink a few times, trying to keep it together. but your tears fall anyways. jungkook's expression breaks, his anger and frustration are replaced by deep concern and regret.
"baby-?"
you shake your head, voice wobbly when you speak. "today was awful." you whisper. "everything went wrong. my boss made me look stupid in front of the whole team, he always does that to me... i don't even want to talk about it. and then i waited out in the cold forever, and i just... i didn't mean to take it all out on you. i've been so stressed, jungkook. i'm tired. i'm sorry."
+you've never mentioned your boss and the hardships you face at work to jungkook. knowing that he'd lose his shit. but today had been a lot, too much for you. thinking about what happened causes your tears to fall faster.
jungkook sits up fully, his cock shifts in deeper and both of you want to moan at that, but now isn't the time. his hands go around you to pull you against his chest.
"hey, hey, no-don't cry. shit, i'm sorry." his voice is soft and guilty. "i didn't know it was that bad. i should've asked and listened instead of getting defensive."
he cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, but more keeps coming. he leans in and kisses them away, kissing all the way down to your jaw.
"i'm sorry, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "sorry for being later. for raising my voice just now. for not seeing that you weren't okay. i'm really fucking sorry."
he kisses you properly after his most sincere apology. his lips are soft and gentle against yours, tasting the salt from your tears. you sigh into his mouth, your hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss since you've been desperate for it. you start moving, rolling your hips and grinding down on him making you moan into each other's mouth.
"i'm sorry too," you whisper against his lips, as you lift up and sink back on him, taking him deeper. "i love you. i love you so much."
he groans, hands tightening on your waist to help guide you now as you start riding him faster now.
"fuck, i love you," he says, eyes locked into yours. they're dark and wild, making your breath hitch. "i love you, my stubborn, infuriating, perfect girl."
you laugh softly and he kisses you again, swallowing the sound. your hands are everywhere, holding his shoulders, caressing his abs and chest. his hands roam just as greedily as yours. one cups your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, the other grips your ass, fingers digging in as he helps you bounce on him.
you ride him for a long time. both of you let out loud, pleasant sounds, whispering filthy praises and apologies between kissing.
suddenly, he lifts you up and flips you over. you're on your back now, he holds your thighs firmly and makes you wrap your legs around his waist as he settles between them. he thrusts back inside you deeply, making your back arch off the bed.
"jungkook-oh-God-"
he groans at your sweet sounds, his forehead dropping against yours.
"need to fuck you properly." he murmurs.
he starts moving faster and harder, the feeling of him has you seeing stars. he grips your thighs, bringing your leg higher around his waist and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it hard as he pulls you against him to match his thrusts.
you touch him everywhere – hands in his hair, nails raking down his back. his mouth is everywhere on you, sucking marks onto your skin, kissing your lips hungrily. he doesn't stop fucking you perfectly. every time he pulls out and slams back in has you moaning his name out loud.
after a while, you release first, practically screaming against his shoulder. he follows a few seconds later, thrusting into you sloppily now before burying himself deep inside you and staying there while filling you up.
he half collapses on you, though he's careful not to crush you. his forehead rests on yours as you both of you pant into each other's mouths. for a while neither of you move from that position. eventually he pulls out, you both groan at the feeling of how sensitive you both are. he rolls onto his back beside you, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. you turn in his arms to place your head on his chest and throw your leg over his thigh. he holds you tightly, leaving kisses on your temple and the top of your head.
soon, you fall asleep in what you think of as your favourite and safest space – wrapped in jungkook's embrace.
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the next morning, you stir awake slowly, eyes fluttering open. once you're fully conscious, you notice jungkook's gaze on you. he's propped up on one elbow, his head resting on his hand, watching you with the softest expression you've ever seen on him. his hair's a mess, and the sheet has slipped down to his waist, revealing the red marks you left on his chest and abs. he looks so peaceful, possessive and utterly in love. it's like he's been staring at you for a long while, watching you sleep.
you smile sleepily. he leans in slowly clearly wanting to kiss you, you mumble something about not brushing your teeth yet, but he clearly does not care. he kisses you deep and hungrily, tongue sliding inside your mouth. you a soft, embarrassed sound but he just hums, pleased and kisses you harder. his hand caresses your cheek before going under the covers to hold your waist and pull you right against him. you melt into the kiss despite your earlier grumbles about not brushing your teeth and your worries from last night about his absence.
when he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and you're both breathing hard.
"morning," he says in that rough morning voice you love, his nose brushing yours.
"morning," you whisper back, cheeks heating up.
right after that, his mouth trails down your jaw and neck, licking and nipping at your skin. he goes down lower, kissing your collarbone, between your breasts and your nipples. you gasp at the sensation, arching into him.
"jungkook-"
"shh. let me make you feel good." he murmurs.
he disappears under the sheets, moving down your body. once he's settled between your thighs, he pushes them apart gently, then kisses along your inner thigh, teasing.
after his gentle kisses, he licks you all the way from your entrance to your clit. you moan out loudly, hands gripping the sheets when you hear his hum in approval. he goes straight to work, licking you hard and circling your clit. you're soaked, arousal mixed with his saliva. you grip his hair, needing something to hold. he slides two fingers inside you, finger-fucking you slow and deep while simultaneously sucking on you.
soon enough, you're releasing while moaning his name. he doesn't stop, only when you're weakly tugging at his hair from oversensitivity does he crawl up your body, kissing wherever he can as he comes back up. once he's back up, hovering over you, he kisses you slowly. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him even deeper.
"let's take a shower, hmm?"
he doesn't wait for you to answer him, he just picks you up and carries you the bathroom for a shower. in the shower, he helps you by washing you up, soaping your body, washing your hair and massaging his scalp. you return the favour, soaping his back, his chest and down his abs, teasing him by going lower until he catches your wrist, pins you to the slippery wall and kisses you dizzy.
soon the both of you finally come out the shower, wrapped in towels while trading lazy, loving kisses that he tries to turn dirty. you playfully swat him away so you can get ready for work.
every single morning, jungkook is always much faster than you are – already dressed in suitable work clothes while you run around like a headless chicken. he makes you coffee while you dry your hair. and every time he comes to check on you, you notice how he looks at you in the mirror. it's not like the playful and flirtatious way he usually does, instead it's more observant and watchful.
when you walk into the bedroom to get dressed, he's already sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. he dims his screen as you step in and his eyes lift to you immediately. he watches you as you change into your work clothes, eyeing your body with an intensity that makes you heat up.
"you're staring at me, you creep." you play it lightly.
he huffs out a small laugh, since keeping his eyes glued onto you. "can't help it. you're beautiful."
you smile shyly and reach for your blouse. as you button it, jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together.
"hey," he says softly. "can i ask you something?"
you nod, glancing at him in the mirror. "yeah?"
"your boss." he says carefully. "the one you say has been giving you a hard time. what exactly does he do to you?"
you stomach drops at the question and mention of him. some stupid part of you hoped that jungkook wouldn't have asked. but of course, he would. he's so protective over you, way too protective. you finish sliding your arms into the sleeve, focusing on the buttons so you don't have to meet his eyes.
"it's nothing," you say, trying to brush it off with a little shrug. "just typical superior bullshit, deadlines and nitpicking. the usual."
"Y/N."
the tone he uses makes you glance up at him again. his expression is calm, but there's something deeper underlying.
you force a smile. "really, kook. it's fine. and i don't really wanna talk about this. can we not do this right now?"
you focus on changing into your skirt and neatening up your hair. in the reflection you see him still watching you, his tongue is his cheek - the thing he does when he's usually pissed off and holding himself back. he relaxes himself and nods slowly.
"okay." he says without looking away.
you finish getting ready, and when you lean over the dresser to put your earrings on, he stands up and walks behind you. his hands settle on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder as he meets your eyes in the mirror again.
"you look perfect," he says, nibbling on your earlobe now.
you lean back into him. "thank you." he leaves a deep kiss on your neck before letting you go.
inside the car, he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other tracing circles on your thigh just as he usually does, except this time his hold on you is firmer and feels more protective.
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it's been a few nights since yours and jungkook's silly argument and the insane deal that followed. at home, with him, things have been great. he's been on time for you every evening after work – sometimes waiting outside your workplace minutes before you even clock out. you know that being early for you might be challenging for him, because realistically his workload is a bit more demanding than yours is. but he loves you more than enough to go to that length to please you. of course, in return you reward him with sloppiest head or whatever else he finds pleasant. and whatever he finds pleasant – you do too. so basically, you two have spent the last few days fucking like rabbits.
you wake up slowly and a bit disorientated. your body is aching in best way possible. of course, the first thing you do is reach out for jungkook craving his warmth, but you're met the feeling of the empty sheets instead. you lift your head, seeing that the time on the clock is 2:18AM. his side of the bed is empty and cold, as if he's been gone for a long time, it makes you feel uneasy.
you sit up, rubbing your eyes, trying to listen for any noise to indicate that he's around. but there's nothing, just silence. you get off the bed to stand up and head toward the door with the intention of going downstairs to hopefully find him there. but just as you open the door, jungkook's already opening it from outside. you scan him immediately, sensing something off. even in the dark, you notice that his attire – he's in outside clothes, like he's just been out somewhere.
when he notices you, he jumps, startled. your stomach drops, not liking his reaction.
"hey," you say softly. "where were you?"
he's stunned for a few seconds, then forces a small smile. "just stepped out for a smoke. couldn't sleep, didn't want to wake you."
you instantly catch in that he's lying. he doesn't smell like smoke. he could've gone to smoke on the balcony. and who in their right minds would dress up just to go out to smoke?
you step toward him anyways, reaching out for a hug since you're still desperate for his warmth you couldn't have due to his strange absence. but he doesn't meet you halfway to bring you into his embrace, instead he leans in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you can fully process it.
"go back to bed, baby." he murmurs. "i'll be with you in a minute."
you search his face in the darkness with your heart beating a little too fast. "kook..."
"i'm just gonna shower quick," he says, already walking past you toward the en-suite bathroom. "just wanna wash up. go lie down, okay? i'll be right there."
he closes the door behind him before you can say anything. you stand there, staring at the closed door, listening to the shower starting up...
soon, you climb into bed and pull the covers up to your chin, lost in thought. where has he really been? and why is he lying to you?
୨ৎ
later on, you wake up feeling jungkook's lips on your shoulder, he leaves a kiss there, then another on the nape of your neck. his arm is over your waist, fingers drawing patterns on your stomach.
"morning, beautiful." he murmurs in his rough voice.
he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, your forehead then your lips. you hum into the kiss, enjoying it, but your mind wanders to how he lied to you in the early hours of the morning – how he was supposed to be in bed cuddling you but was absent in bed, and walking in from somewhere else instead.
but right now, you don't want to think of that, he's kissing you so affectionately and loving, it has your mind going blank.
he breaks the kiss to speak, "sleep okay?" he tucks strands of hair behind your ear.
"yeah," you lie a little, but smile anyway. "you?"
"slept so good after having you back in my arms." he kisses you deeper again, rolling you onto your back so he can hover over you, one of his thighs slide between yours. "you feel so good in the mornings. i could stay here all day."
you laugh softly, fingers threading into his hair. "we have work, unfortunately."
he groans loudly at that, burying his face in your neck. "unfortunately, we do."
he kisses you one more time, then rolls out of bed, stretching - you eye his delicious figure as the shirt rides up, revealing his body underneath it. you watch him walk out the room and down the hall. your suspicions from the morning aren't so worrying now. maybe you just overthought it, maybe he really just needed air.
you get up eventually, already dreading this day. you love your job, just hate your boss. over the past few years, you've been working at your job, he's tormented you and made most of your days a living hell. all because you refused to sleep with him. you could've reported him to hr, but it's unfortunate that the old hag is too powerfu. any of the poor other women who had gone through what you do and were brave enough to report it ended up jobless.
you've worked so hard to get to where you are, yes, you're qualified and deserving of a higher position, but the bastard has rejected you many times. your current position is forced to suffice, and it's something you can't afford to lose, so you have to endure all that he puts you through. the idea to tell jungkook has always called out to you, but he's way too crazy over you. if he knew what goes on, you're sure he might end up a killer. so, you've stupidly decided to keep to yourself.
you shower, do your hair and change, and by the time you're done, jungkook is as well. he's leaning against the counter sipping coffee, eyes lighting up when he sees you.
"fuck," he says quietly, setting his mug down. "you look way too good for that place."
"flattery won't get me to call in sick."
he steps close, hands going to your hips to pull you into him.
"worth a shot."
jungkook fixes your collar while you button his sleeves, you neaten his hair while he zips your skirt up properly, his fingers lingering on your thighs as you two have a small make out session.
by the time you make it to the car, you're both a little untidy and laughing at nothing. he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with you to leave kisses on your knuckles every now and then.
once he parks outside your workplace, he turns to you. "come here," he instructs.
you lean over the console, expecting a quick kiss but it's definitely not quick. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you deep. his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you. you gasp into the kiss, fingers fisting into his shirt, making him groan before kissing you harder. he squeezes your thigh, pulling you closer.
your lipstick is definitely smudged and your hair's probably a mess. you giggle breathlessly when he pulls back to let you catch a break.
"jungkook," you laugh, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb.
"you're gonna make me look unpresentable."
"that's okay," he says before stealing one deeper kiss from you. "then everyone will know you're mine."
you roll your eye with a racing heart, but of course you have to leave with one last peck. afterwards you get out the car, neatening yourself up before making your way inside. he watches you the whole way with a soft, possessive smile on his face.
the office feels different when you walk in. it's quiet in a weird way. your desk is still the same, everything exactly in place. but it's devoid of its usual tense, suffocating atmosphere. people glance at you as you pass, some offer small smiles. but no one is gossiping as they usually do. your boss's office door is closed with the lights off.
"hey," your only friend here at work says as she appears at your cubicle holding two coffees. "you okay?"
"yeah?" you say, confused. "why wouldn't i be?"
she leans in, lowering her voice when she speaks. "did you hear about mr kang?"
your stomach tightens at the mention of his name. "no...what happened?"
"i heard he called in this morning. said he had a 'family emergency' and won't be in all week. but-" she glances around before whispering softer. "someone said he was at urgent care last night. bruised and bloody... looked like he got attacked or something."
your heart stops, lia keeps going, oblivious. "weird, right? he's never missed a day...and hr sent an email - assignment of duties. everyone's freaking out a little."
you stare at your computer screen, fingers frozen on the keyboard. for some unknown reason jungkook's face flashes in your mind... or perhaps, deep down the reason isn't entirely unknown, but you're choosing not to consider it.
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during the day, you've buried yourself in emails and reports. at about 3pm, you receive a new email, subject : reassignments. the email comes from director park – director park who's levels above your boss. to say you're nervous to meet with him is an understatement, but anyways you smooth your skirt, and make your way to the executive floor.
director park's assistant smiles when you arrive and waves you right in. inside, director park stands to greet you before gesturing to the chair across from his desk. the kindness and bright smile on his face eases your nerves immediately.
"y/n, thank you for coming. i'll get straight to it." he slides a folder across the table.
"effective immediately, you're being moved the senior strategics projects role. heard it's something you've applied for before."
your soul leaves your body – from hearing the greatest news. that role. the one you've always dreamed of getting. the one your prick of a boss rejected you for, even though you were perfectly qualified for it and suited for the roll.
"i... i don't understand," you manage to say in disbelief. "i thought the decision was already–"
he holds up his hand. "things changed. after an incident that i'm unable to get into detail about, i've done reviews on the workers here and find that your work is exceptional. you've really earned this, miss y/n."
tears prick at your eyes, you blink hard, trying to keep it together.
"this is... this is everything i've wanted. thank you. thank you so much."
he smiles, sliding a tissue over to you.
"congratulations. hr will send the formal letter this afternoon."
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by the time work is over, you're practically on cloud nine. you rush out the doors, eager to see him and bear the news. jungkook is leaning against his car in the pickup zone with his hands in his pocket with a smile already on his face as if he knows a little secret.
you start running toward to him, he pushes off the car just in time, catching you as you launch yourself at him. your legs wrap around him and he holds you steadily under your thighs as you bury your face in his neck.
"i got it, jungkook, i got i," happy tears fall onto his neck. "the promotion. the one i've always wanted."
he pulls back to look at you, grinning happily. "baby–" he laughs, spinning you around before setting you down but keeping you close. "holy shit, i'm so fucking proud of you."
you're crying happy tears again, laughing through it. "i can't believe it, kook."
he kisses you hard and you kiss him back, not thinking for a second that he may be one of the reasons you've so suddenly gotten this promotion.
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at home, jungkook cooks your favourite dinner and gets out the most expensive wine you have to celebrate properly. you both eat together then sip the wine until you're both tipsy and giggly. after some time, you both sloppily kiss each other. jungkook can't stop touching you, pulling you onto his lap with his tongue down your throat. when he pulls back, he's looking at you as if you're his everything and more.
"you're glowing," he says, staring at you with glassy eyes. "i've never seen you this happy."
you straddle him fully then, arms around his neck with your forehead against his. "because of you too. with you, everything is possible." you slur a bit.
his hands tighten on your hips; he looks so utterly satisfied hearing those words. again, he kisses you deep and passionately.
later on, when the wine bottle is empty, he carries you to bed. both of your clothes are taken off in record speed since he's eager to fuck the living daylights out of you.
he fucks you slow at first, eyes locked on yours as he said the sweetest things to you, about how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how proud he is of you and how no one else could ever compare to you. after that, he goes faster and rougher. his hips thrust into you so passionately, you screamed out.
he'd take you in so many positions, had you in so many different angles, you discovered just how flexible you are. you and jungkook are always adventurous in bed, and with him you've discovered just how feral you truly are in bed. but tonight you've shocked yourself by how long you're going on for, you've released so many times. yet you can still go on.
he's got you on your back again, thrusting into you. his forearms are braced on either side of your head, caging you in. he's sweaty, the red marks you left on his chest are standing out completely - you don't think you've seen something so ethereal in your entire life. again, his eyes don't leave yours, he's staring down at you with that proud and possessive lovesick look he's had all night.
you're already so close, thighs trembling around his waist. gasping every time he bottoms out. your hands grip onto his shoulders, sliding up to tangle in his damp hair to pull him down for a messy kiss. he groans into your mouth, pounding into you harder.
"my perfect girl," he rasps against your lips roughly. "you're finally getting everything you deserve."
you whimper, arching into him, too lost in the overwhelming sensations to catch the weight behind his words. he slows down a bit, just to get in nice and deep and stay buried for a while. his hips circle in a way that feels so good, it has your eyes fluttering shut.
he speaks close to your ear, licking your earlobe, "no one's ever gonna stand in your way again, baby," he murmurs. "no one will ever hurt you and get away with it, i'll make sure of it. just like i did with him."
your eyes snap open, he doesn't stop moving. he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly.
"i told you i'd take care of you," he whispers. "and i always keep my promises. i'm just sorry i didn't take care of it sooner."
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I love writing short stories like this, it takes my mind off things. So, you can send me requests for short stories and drabbles. ♡
