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Author’s Note: I honestly don’t know where y’all are coming from with all that Daddy Jungkook nonsense. The boy is obviously a sub so I wrote this to prove a point (I’m kidding but still) Listen to this while reading the smut, trust me.
The modern world is a tough but opportunity filled world for a woman. To be able to seize those opportunities, a woman has to be capable, relentless, with almost savage ambition and attitude. Otherwise the most she can hope for is sit on the side-lines and pray to not be trampled over. You were not that kind of woman. You knew what you wanted and how to get it. This was your world.
You didn’t have a lot of patience with men. You were successful as well as a beautiful and a lot of men chased after you, for your beauty or for your money it didn’t matter, either way they were greedy to get their hands on you, and you shunned them all. You were well aware of your merits and you flaunted them. You weren’t the kind of woman to affect meekness to please men.
But the sweet innocent young intern who fell into your hands a few months ago was special. You had a weak spot for Jungkook. You adored the way he spoke to you so bashfully, the way he followed you around like a lost puppy, and the painfully obvious crush he had on you. The lust he had for you was so pure and illogically innocent that you couldn’t help teasing him. You would frequently invite him into the privacy of your office under the pretence of wanting to teach him something or go over some business thing or another, and he would be greeted with plunging necklines or a glimpse of your garter belt. You loved watching his face as he valiantly tried to keep eye contact, all flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelashes.
This time wasn’t any different but you were planning to take things a bit further.
“Sit down, baby bun.” You gesture for Jungkook when he enters the room, cheeks tinted red despite his familiarity with the nickname.
Jungkook stutters through the first few words of the message he was relaying to you before picking up enough courage along the way to string together meaningful sentences.
You already knew everything he was going to say, the actions of the business partner he was speaking of were predictable to you, his words old and tired. So you used that time to admire Jungkook instead.
The drastic divide between his body and his face was truly remarkable. Jungkook had the body of a man; he was tall with long muscled legs that he loved to show off in tight pants that clung to them and showcased his thighs. God, his thighs. When you first saw him in those ridiculous black pants, you had to actively stop yourself from drooling and dropping to your knees in front of him. And even though you had never seen him shirtless, you were sure that underneath his white shirts were rock hard abs.
Even his neck was thick and wiry, enticing you to paint it with the colors of your passion. But his face was another matter entirely, it’s like god was playing a game of mashup with the angels when he made him. He had the most innocent doe eyes you’ve ever seen, and his nose was large and prominent, but it fit his sweet face perfectly. His lips were thin, hardly concealing his two front teeth, the cause of your nickname for him. You knew it was unoriginal, he probably heard it a million times before, but he would always blush and his eyes would light up whenever you called him that, and couldn’t bear denying him of that little joy.
“Very good, bunny.” You say after Jungkook is finished relaying the message to you and informing you of how he responded to the annoying business partner on your behalf. You may have indulged yourself greatly when you hired the lovely boy but he proved himself more than capable in the few short months he’s been here, and you trusted his judgment enough to divert to him some of the less urgent business matters. “You’ve handled that very well.”
He blushed under your praise and you could see him perk up. “In fact, you’ve done excellently this whole month. You’ve dealt with everything I’ve thrown your way and came back for more. You must be exhausted by it all. I think you deserve a little break, don’t you agree?”
His head snapped up, “No, I don’t want a break!”
You chuckled at his earnestness, and he looked away in embarrassment, fiddling with his fingers.
He must have taken your words to mean that you were giving him some time off. You wouldn’t, neither of you wanted that and so you were quick to clarify. “All I meant is that you’re young. You shouldn’t spend all your time cooped up in a dusty office. Young men like you should be out there having fun and burning the city to the ground.”
“I’m fine, really, ___-sshi”
“Oh bunny, I know you’re too loyal to me to complain. That’s why I have the perfect solution.”
He looked at you curiously as you went around your desk and sat on the chair opposite his, “Halloween is coming up. It’s my favorite holiday so I’m throwing a little party back at my house and you’re invited.” You winked at him and he fidgeted.
“Your house… I don’t know, ___-sshi”
“Oh come on, I absolutely love Halloween. It would mean so much to me if you came.” You leaned forward, using the excuse of gushing over the holiday to flash him a view of your cleavage. His eyes snap down to your breasts and back up so fast you would’ve been sure you imagined it if you didn’t see the guilty look on his face.
“And you’ve worked so hard, bunny. You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve it.” You rested your hand on his thigh and began rubbing it gently, appearing in every way to be an innocuous gesture but you knew the effect it would have on him. “Won’t you come, baby bun?”
You saw his mind struggling to not twist your words even though they were intentionally loaded. “I…” he cleared his throat when his voice came out squeaky and he tried again, but not with any better luck, “I’ll be there”
“Excellent! I knew my baby bun would never say no to
me.” You clapped your hands, and graciously nodded when Jungkook asked to
excuse himself, pretending not to notice the slight bulge in his pants.
It was 11:45. You had spent the last four hours scanning the crowd assembled in your house for that familiar toothy smile but there was no sign of it. You had started the night excited and lively, but time passed your demeanour gradually changed. You were beyond disappointed. Maybe you had misjudged the boy and he wasn’t what you made him out to be.
You felt silly in the outfit you were wearing. You had picked it out specifically to tease Jungkook: Leather halter crop top, leather mini skirt over sheer black lace thigh highs, six inch heels, coupled with a burgundy faux fur coat. You pulled said coat tightly around yourself, wanting nothing more than to rip everything off your body and change into your comfy pajamas. You had gotten plenty of attention tonight, that’s for sure, but none of it was welcome.
You were debating whether or not you should ask your guests to leave, you were in no mood to entertain people, when you caught a glimpse of jet black hair by the door. You rushed forward and grabbed the arm of the escaping boy, “And where do you think you’re going?”
“Ah, ___-sshi! I was just g-going out for s-some fresh air.” He stuttered, trying not to blatantly stare at you. You let your coat slide a little down your shoulder, suddenly feeling confident in your choice.
“I’m hurt, baby bun. You show up to my party hours late and you’re already leaving. Do you hate my company so much?”
“N-no, it’s not like that, ___-sshi. I lov- I mean, I enjoy your company very much.”
“You’re not even wearing a costume.” You pout, eyeing his outfit. You couldn’t deny that he looked delicious in that wine red shirt and suit jacket, and where those suspenders? God, help you, your hands itched to grab onto them and pull him into a searing kiss. But despite how delectable he looked, the clothes he wore would have fit right in with his normal work attire.
“I am.” He waved a headband in front of your face before putting it on, the black bunny ears blending perfectly with his black hair and shy bunny smile.
You couldn’t help the giggles that fell out of your mouth. Jungkook’s face turned the color of a ripe tomato and he ripped the headband from his head and tried to escape again.
“No, bunny, wait” You held onto him tightly, refusing to let him leave. You felt horrible for laughing but you weren’t laughing at him. You were just giddy by the obvious sign of his infatuation with you, and you realized that the reason he was late was because he was scared and not because he was rejecting you.
“I like it, keep it on.” You took the headband from his hands and placed it on his head then gently patted his cheek. “There, now my baby bun looks perfect.” You could feel the heat wafting through his cheeks to your fingers and smiled, “I’m gonna go get us something to drink.”
You used that excuse to slip away and give a word to the DJ
who you had previously instructed to play a specific song when you gave him the
When you made your way back to Jungkook with drinks in your hand, you found him cornered by a girl who looked to be around his age. You had to admit that she was stunning, with a fiery mess of hair and legs that went on for days. If your sight wasn’t set on the boy she was attempting to chat up, you would have taken her to your room instead. However you were too intent on Jungkook, and the hand she had over his chest and the way he got flustered under her touch didn’t sit well with you.
You stepped up to them and cleared your throat, “I leave you for a minute and you’re already being prepositioned. I’m gonna have to keep a closer eye on you from now on.” You looked pointedly at the girl, “Why don’t you go lay your traps somewhere else, darling. This one’s already taken.” You gave him his drink and splayed your hand low on his stomach which almost caused him to spill his drink on you. The girl huffed and held her head arrogantly before leaving to look for someone else.
You heard Jungkook mumbling something in wonder that sounded suspiciously like ‘taken’ so you asked him to speak up.
“N-nothing, ___-sshi. I’m sorry for what happened.” He looked truly remorseful as if it was his fault.
“It’s alright, bunny. Nothing happ- Oh I love this song! Let’s dance.” You cut yourself off when you heard the song you had requested blast through the sound system, and you quickly set your drinks down to tug the sputtering Jungkook towards the dance floor.
“I don’t know, ___-sshi. I can’t dance.”
“Oh, nonsense, you just need a good partner, and I happen to be very good.” You give him a wink before resting a hand on his shoulder. He was too concentrated on his hand that you had placed on your lower back to protest any further.
The sensual salsa music flowed into your ears and you let your body be carried by it. You were almost as much a slave to its beckoning as Jungkook was to yours. Your eyes filled with sultry promises and your body moulded to his own, leaving no room for thought.
Jungkook tried his best to stay away but his body was like a comet pulled to the sun, his hips swivelling obediently with the turns of your ass. You could feel the hardness in his pants against you, and you turned around to face him.
“See, I told you, you would like this.” The hand that was resting on his shoulder ran down his back till it reached the firmness of his cheeks. You give it a light squeeze and his hips stuttered forward into your abdomen.
“A-ah, excuse me, ___-sshi. I need to use the bathroom.” Jungkook slipped away from your arms as soon as the song was done. He scurried in the direction you had pointed him towards, almost running.
You had no doubt to what Jungkook would be doing. You had intentionally directed him to the bathroom upstairs so you two could have a little privacy for what was to come.
You gave him a little time to get started before you followed him upstairs, silently padding to the bathroom. You pressed your ears against the door and heard the slick sound of his hand moving over his length and the muffled moans he was trying to hide. You always knew Jungkook would be vocal.
“Is everything alright in there, bunny. You sound like you’re in pain.” You had to suppress the giggles threatening to burst out of you.
“___-sshi! W-what are you doing h-here?” Jungkook yelped, struggling to hide the need in his voice.
“You were taking a long time so I came to check up on you.”
“I’m fine. I’ll be right out. You go back to the party,
don’t worry about me.” Jungkook was trying to get rid of you so he could take
care of the problem you had created but you were not about to give him that and
throw all your work away.
“I don’t know, bunny. I can’t leave you like this. I’m coming in.”
All the rooms in your house didn’t have locks except your own, a useful vestige from the days you used to have your subs living here before you got too caught up with work to care for them. You had designed the house that way to catch any disobedient sub trying to give himself relief from your punishments. Oh, how you missed those days. Maybe Jungkook will be your solution to that.
Jungkook was seated on the closed lid of the toilet and his hands were clasped in front of his junk. He was too mortified to even try reaching for something to cover himself with for fear that he would expose himself to you.
“Now, what do we have here?” You stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind and leaning on it so no one could get it. “Someone is being naughty.”
“It’s not what it looks like, ___-sshi.”
“Really? Because it sure looks like my little bunny was jerking himself off. Tell me did the girls in the party get you hot?”
“No” He shook his head vigorously.
“Then was it that redheaded girl? She was pretty hot. Were you thinking about her? Imagining what her hands would feel like on your cock instead of your own? Or maybe you were imagining her hot, wet mouth on you, is that it?”
“No! That’s not it at all.” Hot with emotion, he moved to stand up but then remembered his state and abruptly sat down again, squeezing his legs together in an effort to maintain what was left of his modesty.
“Then could it be because of me?” His head shot up at that and his mouth started moving wordlessly like a fish struggling to breath out of water. “Was my bunny thinking bad, dirty thoughts while I was dancing with him? Is my innocent young bun not that innocent after all?”
You cut him off with a laugh, “Oh come on, Jungkookie. I just caught you jacking off to the thought of me. We’re past formalities now, don’t you think? Why don’t you call me noona.”
“N-noona?” He squeaked. You could tell he liked that.
“Yes, baby. Now tell me, is this all for me? Does baby bun want to fuck noona?”
Jungkook squeezed his legs together more but this time it was in an attempt to relief his growing arousal at your words and having you here watching him.
“It’s OK, sweetheart. I don’t mind. You’re a young boy and you can’t help yourself. But now you’ve gotten noona all hot and bothered.”
Jungkook titled his head in confusion, his lips slightly parted, and a thrill went to your core at the sight of him. “You can’t leave me hanging like that. I want to see you finish yourself off.”
Jungkook ducked his head down in embarrassment, “That’s dirty, noona.” He protested but you could clearly see him shiver at the idea.
“Well, you’re a dirty boy. I want to see you make a mess of yourself. Won’t you do it for me, baby boy?” You ran your tongue across your bottom lip and looked to where his hands where still clasped in front of his crotch, and as if by hypnosis, he slowly unlaced them and looked at you hesitantly.
“Go on, bunny.” That was all he needed to start touching himself again. He was still hard, your presence only serving to excite him further. His hands moved swiftly over his length and he avoided eye contact with you.
“Tsk tsk, slow down, bunny. I want to see and remember everything.”
He still refused to look at you but he slowed down, his hand more deliberate. You chose not to push him, waiting for him to process things at his own pace, but you talked to him, looking to give him courage. “You’re doing great, baby. You look so good; I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when you came in. I wanted to do all manners of dirty things to you. And to think you would have run away and deprived me of such a delicious sight.”
Your words were like a spell on Jungkook; he moaned out and spread his thighs apart, finally giving you a clear view of what he was packing. The boy never disappointed, even in this. He was thick and long, not outrageously so but definitely a size that had you squirming with the desire to jump on him. He lightly traced the veins on the underside of his cock and brushed his thumb over the head, precum leaking over his fingers.
“Can I go faster, noona?”
“Yes, baby, but don’t cum before I tell you to. I’m not done admiring you. God, how can you look and do such sinful things and still be so innocent. Boys with your kind of look and with cocks like that would have girls fighting to be with them, and yet here you are masturbating in the bathroom in the middle of a party like a little slut. What would the guests think if they saw you like that? It’s one thing to be caught fucking someone but this? Touching yourself for noona, being a good boy for her, what would Miss Red think?”
“Please, don’t tell them.” Jungkook looked ashamed but the slide of his hand over his length only increased in speed.
“Of course I won’t, bunny. This scene is only for my eyes to see. Have you got that?” Your tone turned serious with that last question and Jungkook finally looked at you, “Yes, noona, only you”
It quickly became apparent why Jungkook was refusing to look you in the eye before, because as soon as he did and he saw the dark lust swirling dangerously there, his arousal increased tenfold, “Noonaaa, can I cum now? I need to cum now.” He whined, and the desperation in his voice gave you life.
“Not yet, baby. You need to show noona that you really want it.”
“I do, I swear I do. I need to cum so bad. Please let me cum, please.”
“I’ll let you cum but first I have something for you.” You pulled a thin leather choker from your pocket with a little pendant on it that said Baby Bun. You weren’t planning on giving it to him so soon. You were worried that would scare the inexperienced boy away, but you simply couldn’t stop yourself. You didn’t know if after tonight he would come back to you or even his job anymore and you needed to see it on him at least once.
“Can I put it on, baby?” Jungkook nodded and you leaned down to lock it around his neck from behind. Your hair brushed against his nose and he breathed in, the smell liquefying his brain. You pulled back when you were done but you didn’t move away. Your hand went to cup his cheek and your thumb brushed over his lips, “You can cum now, bunny.”
His pants hit your face as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. With his hand a blur over his cock and the pendant quivering with his shivering body, he came. You quickly stepped away so your clothes wouldn’t be ruined but you kept your eyes on him. He cried out with his orgasm and the loss of your scent next to him.
How you wished you could take a picture of him now. His hand was still wrapped around softening length, the entirety of it and quite a bit of his shirt and pants stained with his orgasm. His cheeks were colored a light pink but you couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment when his eyes were pinning you down in place.
You stepped closer to him timidly, scared to disturb the masterpiece in front of you. You brushed his sweaty bangs from his face and your heart skipped a beat at how much more manly he looked with them swept to the side. You scrapped that thought for later and leaned down to press a kiss to his damp forehead.
He gave a slight whimper at the touch of your lips and you pulled back, holding his gaze with yours and thumbing the choker, “Will you keep this, bunny?”
Authors’s Note: There will be a part 2 to this :))