Office Hours. *CEO! Jungkook x Reader*
Hi! This is my first smut, so please don't roast me~
You accidentally send your tits to your boss, but.. He had a different reaction then what you expected.
Warning: Choking, hair pulling, slight spanking, slight master/kitten kink, Dom! Jungkook, bad shitÂ
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 It was at this moment, you knew.. you fucked up.
   How could this happen.. You were just supposed to send the photo of your work schedule for the upcoming week.. and then it happened. Staring at your phone in utter horror, you groaned and threw it across the room. It hit the edge of your writing desk, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.Â
   You sent nudes to Jeon Jungkook. Your boss. The CEO of an entire company. He could buy you. Then sell you. Buy you again, and then buy your house, along with your cat, Jinny, your parents, and then sell all of it to make a quick buck.Â
    You rolled off your bed and practically screamed into the floorboard. Jeon Jungkook. You sent a facefull of your tits to your boss. It was impossible to reverse, staying in your messages forever. Why did you have to take a naked picture right next to papers for your work. It was bound to happen, you were destined to slip up.
    You grabbed your hair, running your fingers through it. Sweating. So much sweat. You were going to get fired. Definitely.Â
    A ding was heard from the other side of the room, in the same direction where you chucked your cellphone. Peeking your head up, you froze. I can't do this. Seriously.Â
    You crawled to your phone and sat in front of it. Thankfully, it wasn't shattered from launching it at the wall, but you still didn't want to touch it. Or look at it. Resisting the urge to toss it out the window and forgetting this ever happened, you snatched your phone from the ground. If you weren't going to get this over with now, you never will.
    You pryed your eyes open. It was a message. From him.Â
     And that was it. That's all it took for you to fall apart. You yelled out cuss words and dived into your twin bed. He saw it. Your boobs. Both of them. In all of their glory. You were done for.
    Overwhelmed and frustrated, you kicked the covers off the mattress and laid there, breathing heavy. You wiped the sweat from your furrowed brows and shut your eyes. Anxiety filled your chest thinking about work tomorrow. And you dozed off, wanting to die.
    "Good morning, Mrs. L/N!" Jimin, the secretary called out to you as you passed the front desk.Â
    "Good morning.. have you seen Mr. Jeon check in yet?" You asked, clenching your purse tight for mental stability. The man noticed your dark undereyes and shaking breaths.
    "Yes, he's in his office. You look like you haven't slept in days, are you okay?"Â
    "I'm fine. Forgot to put on my make up," It was true. Looking down at your messy outfit; a button up and a random pencil skirt. You were too anxious to do anything this morning except get clothes on and brush your teeth. However, you did pack yourself a few twinkies for a morning snack so you wouldn't starve to death.
    "Alright.. would you like me to contact Mr. Jeon for you?" Jimin asked.
    "N-No, I'm okay, thank you for the offer," You choked out the rushed sentence. He gave you a confused look.
     "Have a good day, Mrs. L/N. Call me if you need anything," Jimin said, turning back to his computer. You sighed, stumbling over to your desk.
     Your workspace was small, making it difficult to breathe in this time of stress. You plopped down on your swiveled chair and leaned into your computer, looking at your reflection in the dark screen. What you saw in front of you was a mess. You fixed up your hair using the screen and let out a breath. It's fine, you're fine.
     A few hours passed by, and nothing interesting happened. It was an ordinary day of work, typing out promotional ads, sending out letters to companies, updating your blogs.. until, the inevitable happened.
    "F/N L/N, Mr. Jeon would like to see you now,"
     It was like you'd gone deaf. You clicked the intercom button on your desk phone and spoke.
    "Uhm.. what was that again, I couldn't hear you.."
    "I said Mr. Jeon would like to see you, Mrs. L/N,"
    "O-Oh, alright. I'm on my way, thanks Jimin,"
    Getting up from your seat seemed impossible, but you knew Mr. Jeon would be upset if you kept him waiting. You rose, taking a few steps forward before stopping. Take a deep breath, you can do this, you can do this.
    "Ooh, somebody's in trouble," Namjoon, your work buddy, muttered to you. You gave him a glare and continued on.
    His office was close. Too close. You had no time to prepare, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of his closed door, dreading to walk inside. Raising your fist to knock on the door, you felt all the oxygen leave your body. Shaking. You were shaking.
    But, you knocked anyways.Â
    "Come in,' A voice said from the room. You opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly behind you. Clearing your throat, you spoke.
    "Sir, you wanted to see me?" You asked, looking up. And there he was.
     ​​​He was so attractive. You never wanted to admit it, but it was impossible not to see his body, perfect eyes, face, nose, lips, everything. He was leaning back in his chair, his tight button up shirt along with that black tie, staring at you in a dark way, his dominating presence filled the atmosphere. You were left standing at the doorway, unable to pick think.
     "Have a seat." He said. You nodded and walked forward, making a spot for yourself in front of him, on the other side of his desk. Mr. Jeon leaned forward to get closer to you. You could smell his cologne from where you were sitting, making you squirm a bit in your seat.
     Nervousness flooded you once he stood up, veiny arms crossed against his broad chest. Mr. Jeon walked to the side of the desk with slow strides, and sat on the edge of it, glaring down at you. You swallowed.
     "Last night, I was filling out my paperwork, and all of a sudden, I receive a message. Now, the only people who have access to my number are secretaries, workers, family, and friends," He eyed you and continued.
     "And when I look at who texted me, do you know what I happened to see?" There was silence. Getting up from his desk, Mr. Jeon walked behind you. You kept your eyes forward, unable to even take a glance in his direction. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you immediately made an effort to explain yourself.
     "Sir, it was an a-accident, I d-didn't mean to send-" You were interrupted by a sharp hush. Feeling a warm hand grab the back of your throat made you suck in a breath. Mr. Jeon leaned down as he brushed your hair to the side, placing his lips on your neck.
     "S-Sir.." You stuttered. He gripped your neck harder, whispering, "Shut the fuck up,"
     You let out a whine. His hot breathe spread across your neck as he hovered over you, looking like he was about to sink his teeth in.
     "Who said I didn't like that little surprise?" Mr. Jeon breathed. You didn't say anything out of shock.Â
     "Now tell me.. how long have you wanted me?" He asked. You tensed up, feeling his hand travel up to your jaw, grabbing it harshly, and forcing you to look at him. Sudden arousal tightened in your stomach, staring into his brown eyes, seeing how he looked at you like prey. You let yourself submit.
      "So long.." You sighed in a quiet voice. Jungkook hummed and let go of your jaw. He took a seat in front of you on his desk. You couldn't help but to see the tent in his well-fitting black dress pants. Mr. Jeon bit his lip.
     "Do it." He commanded, pointing down at his zipper. You blinked.Â
     This isn't happening. You can't do this, this is wrong, he's your boss!​​​​
     "No, I-I can't," You shook your head, regretting your decision almost in an instant.Â
     "No? What did you just say?" Jungkook asked. You opened your mouth to say something, but shut it right after.
      Suddenly, his large hand gripped your hair, pull it harshly forward. You gasped out in the pain, but also longed for the sting. Still tugging at your hair, he shoved your nose in his inner thigh, deathly close to his member.
      "I said fucking do it. Don't disobey me. Look at me," He commanded. You did as you were told.
      "If you disobey me, I swear to God. You'll regret walking in this office, kitten," Jungkook let go of you. With unsteady hands, you unbuttoned his pants. You were being to hesitant, slow. He was getting impatient.Â
       He pulled your jaw open himself and got his own weight on his free arm. You marveled at the sight of his cock, fully hard, leaking pre-cum.Â
      Jungkook was huge. Way bigger than anything you've had before, and it was almost intimidating having it so close to your mouth. He noticed your expression. "What? Think you can take it? Hm?" Mr. Jeon slapped his dick on your lips, lightly. You stuck your tongue out to lick the head.
      You took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, tilting your head, and grabbing what you couldn't fit all at once. Jungkook's breath hitched, running his long, slender fingers through your hair. You gagged a little, trying to go further.Â
      A few minutes of bobbing your head and Jungkook started to snap his hips up, groaning out. He pulled you back and you fought for air, having held it back for a while. Strings of spit and pre-cum connected to his dick from your gaping mouth.Â
      You felt his fingers wrap around your nape as he pulled you up from the chair by your neck, squeezing tightly. Gasping, he bent you down over his desk, knocking some papers off. He loosened his tie and slipped it off, holding your wrists together behind your back.
      You struggled in his grasp and whined when you felt him tie you up with it. Something about it was so sexy to you, and you dripped at the feeling of the restraint.
      "Mr. J-Jeon," You whimpered out when he almost ripped the skirt off your lower half, revealing your soaked panties. He tsked, tapping your clothed clit with his cock.
      "I'm your Master," He growled. Moving your panties to the side to get a proper view, Jungkook moaned out at the sight of your pretty pink, wet lips.Â
       "Oh fuck.. I'm going to ruin you, Y/N.." He leaned over you, lining himself with your pussy.Â
       "I'm gonna fuck you so hard all you'll remember is mine name when I'm done with you."Â
       "M-Master.. ah!-" He thrusted sharply. The angle from behind means he’s hitting your spot perfectly, going deep inside with each thrust and you can feel wetness down your thigh as his cock slides in and out.
        "Oh fuck, yes," Jungkook ran his tongue along your throat, biting into it. Spreading your ass apart, he grabs the flesh, spanking you hard. You choked on your spit as he sped up the pace.
        "You like that? You like it when I spank you, whore? Mm, I bet you do, look at how wet you are for me, so fucking tight, fuck,"Â
        "Y-Yes, Master-!" You cried. He spanks you again, the sting feeling so delicious. The feeling of pleasure and tension in your stomach has been building from each push and pull from him, your fingers tightening into a fist while your body becomes strained with tension. Jungkook's having a harder time thrusting into you, you’re that tight around him and he’s groaning into your ear, giving you bites.
        "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He speeds up even faster, going so hard you can't breathe. "Such a fucking slut,"
        You're about to cum, and so is he, his hips becoming erratic. Jungkook let his moans out and abused your pussy. "Ah- ah!"
        "Oh fuck, I'm gonna c-cum!" Jungkook groaned out before sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You could feel him twitching inside of you, swelling up. He let out a long breath and pushed himself so deep inside of you, it was painful. Throwing his head back, Jungkook opened his mouth with a silent scream.
        Slumping back down, he pulled out of you, his cum seeping out of your heat. You mewled at his seed dripping down your sore, swollen clit. Just when you thought you had a moment to get some air, Jungkook plunged his fingers into your creamy pussy, setting a relentless pace.
       "Master, s-stop!" You yelled out. It hurt, but at the same time, felt so good. You were drowning in pleasure as he hit that spot over and over again, not stopping until you release.Â
        It didn't take long for you to come undone, and explosion of heat, sobbing as you came all over his fingers. He smirked, sitting down on the chair behind you. You fell into his lap, exhausted and twitching.
       "Don't worry, you're not going to get fired," Jungkook breathed.
       "But I do want more of those pictures,"
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