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Jungkook woke up in a good mood today despite not hearing any words from you yet.
It’s alright; maybe you’ll greet him later today or post something on your IG that he certainly didn’t do on your birthday.
His birthday is always a buzz as soon as it commences. The non-stop incoming messages on his phone from family, friends, and even random social media admirers are nothing new to him. He receives countless greetings as soon as he enters the office, which overwhelms him sometimes.
But he’s really only looking forward to you, though. He’d be okay even if you just send him a text message as a form of greeting since you’re not that big on celebrations. He noticed that you barely celebrated your birthday since he knew you. He found out about it accidentally a couple of hookups later but didn't bring it up in your conversations.
If it weren't for him planning something on your day, none of your coworkers would've known. You've thanked him immensely, in the form of using his body all night long, which he absolutely relished. Jungkook has seen you in a different light ever since.
He hopes he'll get something from you at least.
Jungkook thanked everyone who greeted him, casually looking at your cubicle to see if you’d arrived yet. No sign still, so he just entered his own office and revelled at the many gifts on his table. He checked each of them, mostly from colleagues and other acquaintances sending their presents addressed to the company building.
For safety purposes. He's bad at turning down people in general.
Jungkook arranges the gifts by the couch, placing some paper bags on the floor to keep them intact. He looks around the table in case he missed something and there he spots a small box right on his desk. He checks it, and inside, there's a full slice of watercolour cake with an ambiguous note in a very familiar handwriting.
A big smile breaks out on his face.
You're planning to clock out earlier than usual and visit Jungkook for lunch. He didn't tell you if he’s spending his birthday somewhere else after work, so you’ll just spend time with him now, just in case. You know you could've just asked for it, but the last thing you need is for him to tease you.
That you like him or something. You do in some way, or else you wouldn't fuck him in the first place. Or the second time, and more times after.
He's just irresistible, you convinced yourself. Jungkook has many talents, including sex. You wouldn't want to pass that opportunity to sleep with him when the chance came. No one would. No matter how much he annoys you sometimes.
Reaching the door of his office, you knocked and twisted the handle, only to find it unlocked, which is strange because he doesn’t just let anyone enter his office.
He's expecting you.
“Jungkook?” you call, though you see him doing some paperwork with a big smile on his face. He doesn't look up like you expected him to once the door closes, so you opted to stay there. You didn't want to disturb him while he was hurriedly signing some papers.
“You’re here early,” he muses, waving you over with his tattooed hand. If it wasn't his day, you would've never dismissed it, but he's quite giddy while he finishes up what he’s doing.
“Well, it’s your birthday,” you start, approaching him at his table. He merely hums once you're beside him, not looking up at you yet.
“You're not mad that I didn't greet you exactly at midnight, right?”
You really wonder if he was even awake when his birthday arrived. Jungkook's a night owl but is also a deep sleeper, although he also has the same sleeping schedule as yours, so he must’ve been. You've seen birthday posts from your mutual friends, but you weren't sure if you should participate.
Should you? But why? It's not like he's your boyfriend or anything.
“Why would I be? ‘m not that petty, baby.” he surprises you when his strong arms suddenly grab your body, turning you around before pulling you down.
You ended up landing straight on his lap, but before you can answer, Jungkook immediately hugs you tight, nuzzling his face on your neck and inhaling your scent. He shuddered afterward, his hips bucking slightly. He seems needy; perhaps he’s been waiting for you to take care of him.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"Yeah, was going to ask you for lunch," He kisses your neck, then nuzzles you again, his big palms squeezing your sides.
You’re going to, of course; that's why you came early. To spoil the birthday boy. That was your plan.
Jungkook's hard already, his bulge poking against your clothed core. He does affect you instantly; you were wet the moment you caught a glimpse of him earlier when he passed by the hall this morning.
“You want your present already?” you tease, rolling your hips a bit, and he groans, clutching your waist.
“Yeah, been waiting for too long,” he whines, his brows furrowing together when he sees you get off his lap.
He doesn't stop you, eyeing you with anticipation, and then you kneel, and Jungkook gets what you want to do. He spreads his thick thighs for you to get in between, looking at you fondly, his lips quirking to a smirk.
You pay him no mind, though, your hands busy fumbling with his slacks. He helps by lifting his hips so you can take off his boxers next, his hard cock springing against his clothed abs as soon as you free him. You both are on a time crunch, so you have to be quick.
Grabbing his cock, you put it right in your mouth, bobbing your head at once, your tongue focusing on his slit. Jungkook’s eyes are on you the whole time, one hand on your head and mouth open as he pants while you look straight into his eyes as you continue to run your tongue around the crown of his cock.
It’s when your mouth moves down to suck each of his swollen balls that his grip on your head tightens, and he closes his eyes, throwing his body back against the chair.
“Fucckkk baby, I—”
Jungkook’s at a loss for words. You’ve always been so good at this, but the way you’re looking at him makes him want to fuck your throat until you cry. Normally, you're not this eager to please him, and it makes his insides flutter that you are. It’s a rare sight, and he’ll relish it while you’re in the mood to spoil him.
He removes his hand from your head, retreating his hips back, causing you to release him from your mouth.
“You don’t want to? Would’ve let you cum in my mouth today,” you rasp, throat itching to have his cock back, but Jungkook just shakes his head instead.
“Need...”, he takes a deep breath, “..Please,” he's tugging your hair, and you smile.
“Alright, what do you want, Kookie?” Rising from the floor, you sit back on his lap.
“You're gonna let me? With anything?” he asks with so much anticipation, big doe eyes trying to read your face to see if you’re sincere. It might be his birthday, but he wants to make sure that you’re all in for what he’s about to request.
You nod, responding with a "mhm", not really paying attention to him as your hands are busy unbuttoning your shirt. Jungkook only draws you back when he grabs your bare waist tightly, causing you to look up at him.
His other hand struggles to take off his leather belt, and a small smile creeps on your face.
“I guess you want to tie me up?” you start, waiting for his sheepish demeanour to appear. You put your forearms together in front of him, but he surprises you, however, when he grabs both and separates them before maneuvering them around your back.
“I do, but this way”, he smiles smugly. “Don’t move,” he adds, and excitement courses through you at what he’s in store for you.
“Okay, hurry, we don’t have much time,” you remind him, taking a glance at the wall clock.
Your arms stayed put behind your back, which surprised Jungkook. Immediately, he unbuckles his belt and ties your hands securely, not failing to caress your wrist.
Jungkook didn't escape your teasing eyes. You've never done this with him in another setting without privacy. Once he’s done, his hands move to push up your mini pencil skirt by your waist. He hears your little huff at that cause he knows how you prefer being fully naked, but he likes seeing you like this.
His precious birthday present.
You wiggle a bit on his lap, testing your balance. Or maybe you just want to feel his thick thighs too and how his slacks are rubbing against your bare legs? But Jungkook’s hand snakes back to your hip to stabilize you.
“Won't let you fall, don’t worry,” he says softly, looking straight into your eyes. That whole combo might've caused a little flutter within you, which absolutely startled you a bit.
Jungkook takes your lack of answer and averted eyes as frustration, so he grabs the strap of the belt, tracing its tip along the crease of your thigh.
"Jeon", you finally call him, but the grin suddenly returns to his handsome face. He'd love to tease you more with it, but with your limited time, he'll just hope there'd be more later.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
Jungkook drops the belt and leans forward to his desk, opening the drawer to get a condom, but you immediately turn to the side, leaving a soft kiss on his neck.
"Don't."
“Huh? You don’t wanna fuck?”
His fingers are fidgeting, unsure whether to drop the condom or not. Your eyes briefly flit to it, and your hand clutches his wrist to a stop.
Is it only gonna be foreplay today? Besides, lunch is brief so it makes sense why—
“No, I don’t want you to wear one.”
Jungkook thinks he’s hearing things. That can’t be right. You’ve always been adamant about using protection.
“It’s part of your surprise, idiot.”
Oh. Yeah, he’s one. He's definitely an idiot. Actually, he becomes one when it comes to you. He doesn’t mind when you call him names because at least you only do it with him.
“Why are you being mean to me today?” He whines, bouncing his thick thighs, which almost threw you off if he didn’t grab your waist in time.
“Oh shut up!” You whisper-yell, still cautious of the people outside his office. His stunt almost gave you a heart attack.
Jungkook didn’t get to respond because you’re suddenly leaning in and his hand automatically cups your jaw. Your finger traces the labret piercing on his lower hip, as your thumb softly swipes on the hoop, hypnotizing him.
Before Jungkook can react further, your lips are on his at once. He immediately opens his mouth, his tongue meeting yours. He drawls out a moan, the sound muffled by your lips, tasting himself on your mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you.”
“You’ve been saying that,” You snicker but immediately gasp when you feel a strange material being dragged along your wet pussy.
“Wow, can I even use this belt after?” He whistles, his big eyes zeroing in on the tip of his belt strap that he now presses against your swollen clit.
“Jungkook, what the fuck—”
“Relax baby, I was just testing it out, see? You’re already shaking.” He says with glee, and you’re a bit shocked. You shouldn’t be, since Jungkook always has the craziest ideas, but alas.
Your legs have been quivering, and you couldn’t stop your pussy from twitching. To your absolute horror, your hips jut out to chase the friction from the belt, and Jungkook’s fascinated at this discovery.
“Fuck me now, Jungkook.” You drop your body against his, rubbing your breasts on his muscled pecs, the rough material of his dress shirt helping to ease the ache from your nipples.
“So demanding, baby. Thought you’d treat me nicer today, mhmm?” He taunts you again, but you merely moan, which surprises Jungkook.
He’s seen you this needy before, but you’ve never missed pushing back whenever you can. Now, you’re completely at his mercy.
This side of you will be tattooed in his memory.
Jungkook gently grabs your arms to straighten you up, urging you to plant your knees on both sides of the seat as he assists you. Then he grabs his cock and lines the tip at your entrance, hissing at how soaked you are. The plan to tease you a little more was at the tip of his mind, but you dropped your hips before he could even stop you.
“Shit, shit, I should’ve fingered you first.” He groans, shutting his eyes at how tight you are.
“N-No, this feels g-good, fuck...” You whine out, stubbornly sinking more to take his cock deeper, and he's been gripping your hips so tightly. After you reach the hilt, Jungkook snakes both arms around your waist, determined to keep you still lest you start bouncing.
“Not yet-fuck, give me a moment, babe, or I’ll literally explode.”
“That’s the end goal, Jeon.” You release a breathless laugh but end up moaning when he begins thrusting up.
“Still calling me by my last name? I’ve called you with different pet names already, Y/N.” He pouts, looking adorable if not for the way he’s fucking you at the moment.
“Doesn’t…matter.. fuck,” You’ve been trying to hold yourself up as you try to meet Jungkook’s thrust, bouncing as much as his hands allow you to get some sliver of control.
“Awee, are you trying to take over baby?” He goads, and you shake your head, refusing to meet his doe eyes. He’s for sure using it right now to make you fully pliant to him. “So cute.”
Jungkook can tell that you’re avoiding looking at him. You always do when he catches you off guard. That’s fine. You won’t be able to hold for long; he’ll make sure of that.
“Ah, Kook–more,” You moaned loudly, and that was another mistake. Avoiding his eyes was the first because if you didn’t, you would’ve caught on to Jungkook’s plan to use his black tie on you.
On your mouth specifically.
You’re busy moaning, your mouth gaping because of the pleasure when he starts hitting that soft spot inside you. You didn't even feel his hand leave your waist to unknot the tie from his collars.
It should’ve been hard, but Jungkook’s been talented in many things. He’s able to do it in a couple of seconds, immediately pulling your body closer so he can use both his hands to wrap the tie in between your lips.
Gagging you.
“Fuck—mmph!”
Everything happened so quickly. One second you're bouncing on Jungkook’s cock, then suddenly he’s already gagged you while reaching you so deep inside.
Jungkook’s grinning wickedly at you as he finishes tying the knot behind your head. His blown-out eyes have a wild glint, the type of excitement that you haven’t seen on him before.
“Let’s finally begin, baby,” He muses, caressing your neck. His tattooed hand traces along your collarbones after, noting the heaving of your chest from being locked down by his grip.
It didn’t stop you from grinding on him, desperate for his tip to keep rubbing at that spot over and over. He thinks nothing can ever stop you, really. He learned that the first time he met you.
But now, watching you like this is fascinating. You look utterly helpless with your hands bound behind your back with the belt. He knows the rough surface of the belt has been scratching your precious wrists. You haven’t complained even if your brows are sometimes knitting together when you remember that you can’t move them at all.
“Mmph!” Your muffled moans spur Jungkook to resume fucking up to you in the speed that he likes: slow and deep.
Because it frustrates you, and it’s not every day that Jungkook can have this view.
“What? I can’t hear you, baby,” He chuckles, untying the belt from your wrists. Once your arms are free, you immediately grab his shoulders, barring Jungkook from even checking if their skin was irritated. You dig your nails in retaliation, and again, Jungkook responds by simply chuckling.
Kidding, he goes back to fucking up to you again. Hard and fast, just the way you like. Since it’s his birthday, he gets to cum first, the standard rule you’ve both set. It even includes other celebrations, but that’s because Jungkook has always prioritized your pleasure over his.
“I’m close baby, fuck, fuck,” He moans against your neck, his hips snapping at a speed that had you seeing stars. “So wet and tight, mhmm, perfect for me fuck,” He groans, his hands busy pawing your ass cheeks this time. The wet slaps of skin can be heard loudly, and you’re worried you both can be heard outside.
You whine through the tie, though it’s no use. Instead, you grab Jungkook’s head, nuzzling your cheeks against his. The freak that he is, he bites his drool-soaked tie, pulling it down past your lower lip.
That was so sexy. He’s sexy and is staring at you intently while he chases his orgasm.
“Kook..” Your voice comes out hoarse, and you feel Jungkook’s cock twitches. Sick bastard who’s fucking you so good while looking unreal.
He’s full on sweating underneath his white dress shirt, allowing you to see his defined muscles. You tug his collar before unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck but careful to not leave any marks, even if you’re tempted to.
Jungkook would honestly love that. He’s begged you many times in the past, but you only leave marks in areas where other people can’t see, much to his disappointment.
“I’m cumming, baby,” He whispers against your temple, upping his pace. Your moans never cease, only increasing in volume. You can’t help it anymore, grabbing Jungkook’s jaw and kissing him to muffle your moans. Jungkook groans against the kiss, almost biting your lips to muffle his own.
“Ah, fuck, fuck—”
He releases your mouth the same time he releases inside you. More expletives leave his mouth as he fills your pussy up with his, but he never fails to moan your name after every curse, holding your body tight against his as he rides out his high. You feel like a ragdoll at this point, but you didn’t mind. It feels so good to let go for once.
“Kook..can’t breathe..” You mutter, your hips rutting because your orgasm’s also near.
“Sorry babe—fuck, stop clenching,”
“Can’t help it hmmm..” The loud squelch from his cum filled your ears, and you close your eyes. Fuck, you know he’s sensitive already, but just like you, he’s still rolling his hips, addicted to the pleasure he just had. Only gasps and moans can be heard from the two of you since then, that need to cum taking over your whole being.
“Would you ever call me a pet name?” He breaks the wordless atmosphere, which breaks your state of pleasure.
“Kook…shit, why are you asking me that now?” You whine frustratedly, hands forming into fists on his chest. Jungkook’s deep laugh vibrates against your knuckles, which he clasps with his big hands.
He gently removes them, staring up at you fondly before his eyes darken.
“Still won’t?”
His hands return to your waist, gripping it harder as he fucks up into you again.
“Kook—”
“Why is my present still being mean to me, mhmm?”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“I’ll make you.” He wraps his arms around your waist, helping you lift yourself so he can place your back on the desk. Try as you might to hold on, you feel your bare back sliding against the surface, adding to the overall sensation’s that’s starting to overwhelm you.
“Close. Jungkook, I’m close,” You pant, pleading eyes darting towards his handsome face.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He commands, and you follow immediately.
But Jungkook wasn’t satisfied. He parted your legs without missing a beat of his relentless thrusts, hoisting your right leg on top of his broad shoulder. Then his pace slows down, with each roll of his hips deeper than before, holding your waist with his free hand so you have no choice but to take what he’s giving you.
“Jungkook–baby, fuck!” He’s hitting that soft spot again,
“What’s that?” He teases, pressing his callous thumb on your swollen clit.
“Let me cum, Kook, please, babe,” You beg with another pet name, staring at him with pleading eyes.
There it is. What he really wanted from you. This must be the actual present he’s wanted all along.
“Cumming—oh, fuck, so good, Kookie,” You cry as you cum, your whole body convulsing. Your ears are ringing that you almost missed Jungkook's words.
“Fuck, you’re my perfect present.” He declares as he pulls out. He carefully brings your leg down and lifts your limp body off the table, dragging you back into a comfortable position on his lap.
There was about a minute of silence, save for the laboured breathing from both of you.
"Thank you for the cake," He whispers against your neck.
"W-What?"
"The cake, baby."
"It's just a cake."
"Not to me. It was a special delivery, don't deny it." He teases, leaving another kiss on your bare shoulder. You roll your eyes even when he can't see your face.
Why the fuck is he interrogating you while he's still inside you?
“You’re welcome,” You mutter after a while, not having the energy to correct him. He's right anyway; you woke up too early to make sure you'll get to celebrate with him. Jungkook hums with satisfaction, and you turn to find him already staring at you with his big, hopeful eyes.
You leave him a peck before getting up from his lap, which is a bad idea with your wobbling legs. “Here, let me help you.” Jungkook offers, and you smile awkwardly. “Thanks,” You mutter, avoiding his gaze while you roll back down your skirt.
Just when you’re picking up your bra and top, you let out a yelp when Jungkook suddenly grabs your body back to him.
He’s not having any of it. Whatever this sudden awkwardness was that arrived. You didn’t complain either, letting him caress your body until both your breathing had leveled back to normal. Jungkook kisses you briefly before patting your thighs to try to stand up.
He didn’t say anything more, giving you a hand while you both re-dressed back to your professional attire. Next, he grabs the box of tissues that miraculously didn’t fall from the table, handing it to you with his blinding smile.
Then he notices the small box beside it; it’s the cake that you gifted him earlier. There's no way he'd eat that alone. Not when you're here with him.
“Wanna eat the cake together?” He suddenly asks, turning to you. He’s already opening the box, pulling out the cake carefully with anticipation.
And you almost forgot that you did include two pieces of cutlery in it. Damn.
“Break’s almost over.” You deadpanned as you buttoned up your top.
“Almost. We have a few minutes, if you’ll stop bickering with me.”
“Never.”
“Oh come on babe, we need to replenish our energy with sugar.” He whined, tugging your arm to sit back on his lap.
You didn’t fight him anymore because you don’t want to upset him. Not today of all days.
“I still have energy,” You retorted, leaning back against him. He feels warm and comforting, sue you.
“Yeah? Then why are your legs still shaking?” He chuckles, kneading the flesh.
Your hand jotted towards the cake, one finger swiping across the pastel frosting and putting the icing on Jungkook’s face to distract him. Some of it smeared on his hair, causing you to giggle, grabbing a tissue to wipe it off.
“You really care about me.” He blurts out, looking at you lovingly, and your cheeks warm.
Well, that distraction didn’t last long.
You drop the soiled tissue in the trash, determined to get out of his grasp, but his hold only tightened.
“I care in general.”
“Yeah, right. You love me, don’t you? Admit it.” He challenged, nudging you to meet his eyes. You did, and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “In your dreams.”
“You literally let me do whatever I wanted to you.” He grins, dropping his head on your shoulder.
“Don’t get used to it.”
“I think I will.” Then he hugs you tightly, humming as he sways your body on his lap.
“I-It’s just for today,” You insist, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear you. He’s grinning maniacally, too happy to know that you feel the same way.
You’re still in denial, but he doesn’t care anymore. Actions have always been louder than words. He can always wait when you’re ready, even if you’ve shown him otherwise.