Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Smut, Angst

Summary: When Namjoon stands you up on your anniversary dinner, you automatically seek out Jeon Jungkook, your fiancé employee, and your part-time lover, to work your frustrations out. But maybe Jungkook doesn’t feel like being the punching back in your twisted relationship with his boss anymore.

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You slam the door to your car, not caring if you break its hinges from the force, and stomp towards the opening of the garage, your angry and ungraceful gait in complete contrast with the elegant dress you wore and the dainty heels strapped to your feet.

“Namjoon! Namjoon!” You shout, walking in circles around the empty cavernous garage and calling out for your fiance.

“He’s not here.” A familiar voice informs you and you whip around in its direction, seeing Jungkook running a cloth over his shitty, DIYed car. He observes the fancy way you’re dressed, hair in a complex updo and body clad in a little a black dress. Namjoon must have stood you up. Again.

“Well, where is he?” You seethe.

“Fuck if I know,” Jungkook mutters and goes back to polishing his car.

“That bastard left me waiting for him in the restaurant for an hour. My family has been going to that restaurant for years. They all know me there. It’s a busy fucking restaurant and I kept stalling them. Telling them that my fiancé will be there any minute now. That he definitely won’t cancel without telling me. Do you know how humiliating that was? He won’t even answer his fucking phone.”

Jungkook only half-listens to your rant. He’s heard it a dozen times before. It was typical of his careless boss to promise you something and go back on his word. Jungkook just didn’t think he’d go so low as to ditch you on your anniversary. Fucking ungrateful hyung…

Giving up on your futile search, you turn your wrath towards the only victim in sight. “Is that piece of junk done yet?” You ask irritably, indicating the car he was busy polishing.

You can see a muscle pop up in his jaw at your choice of words. He’d spent a lot of time gathering parts and incorporating them into the car and fixing whatever glitches come up. Yet that doesn’t stop you from regarding it with distaste. After all, it was a piece of shit car and you’d offered to buy him a better one before.

No, you did get him another one. You even asked for all the specific things you heard him rave about countless of times before even though you couldn’t understand what they meant to save your life. You customized a car as close to his dream one as possible, and it was fucking expensive. You had to fight tooth and nail with your father to let you buy it because even though your family is filthy rich, that car still cost more than any other your family owned and it wasn’t even for you. But it didn’t matter, it was worth it to make your Jungkookie happy. You had it delivered to his house with you inside it, dressed up in a red dress and being the proverbial bow on top of his gift, knowing he had a thing for car sex and wanting to break in his gift. But what did he do when he saw it?

He rejected it. And He didn’t even fuck you.

Not only that but he got angry with you, striking up a meaningless fight then promptly marching back into his apartment and slamming the door in your face. You ended up with the car, and you made sure to always flaunt it in front of him, taking revenge on him for the way he spoke to you that day and taking delight in the way his eyes shone with longing every time you showed up with it.

“Yes.” He hums, not looking at you and that’s when you notice his weird demeanor. Normally, Jungkook would be all over you by now. With Namjoon absent and having pissed you off, you were all free for the taking. But there he was, polishing off his car for what must be the 3rd time since you got there, the anger and irritation radiating from his body palpable in the stale garage air.

“Well, why don’t we christen it then?” You stalk towards him. Whatever the reason for his gloomy aura is, you are determined to lift both your moods up. Jungkook finally looks at you, immediately feeling weak from the sultry look in your half-lidded eyes that has always brought him to his knees. But now he now steels himself against it, not willing to give in this time. You strut to the side of the car and pull open the backseat door, leaning against it and licking your lips slowly. “Why don’t you get inside, honey, and let me ride your pretty cock until you burst?”

It was tempting, almost too tempting. Jungkook could feel his cock already starting to harden just at the raspy tone you use to adorn your command and his legs ache to follow your order.

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class clown gyu who for some reason has it out for nerd!reader and finally she gets sick of it and puts him in his place. warnings: dom!reader, sub!gyu, handjob, blowjob, dirty talk, pathetic gyu as always

“What is your problem?” You snap at Beomgyu, the class clown and the bane of your existence. He is always on your case, making fun of you in front of everyone. Today you made a mistake answering the proferssor’s question and he immediatley jumped on it, humiliating you in front of the entire class. “Why do you have to mess with me?”

“Because you’re fun to mess them.” He answers simply, a huge infuriating grin on his face. You look really funny when you’re angry.“

You don’t know what came over you, you’re not usually a violent person but seeing his stupid cocky face makes you lose it and you shove him against the wall, slamming your hands on either side of his head to trap him in. "Do I look funny now?

But to your chagrin, he keeps grinning, not phased one bit. "Kinda.”

You’re so frustrated you could cry. There was nothing you have ever thought of or done that got him to leave you alone. He has been doing this to you for years, even back when you were at school. In fact you had been so excited to go to uni just to escape him, only to see his stupid face at your first lecture and your entire dream of escape came crashing down.

“What? The smart mouth finally has got nothing to say?” He goads when you stay quiet too long for his liking.

Your vision turns red. He makes you so frustrated and pent up, you would do anything to shut him up. Maybe that’s why you resorted to doing something crazy.

Grabbing his face, you push your lips against his, intending to strong-arm him into silence. After all if his lips are busy, he can’t mouth off anymore.

You don’t know how you expected him to react to that–freeze in shock? Push you off? Call you crazy? You don’t know but you certainly didn’t expect him to almost immediately start kissing you back. It threw you off so hard you actually pull away from the kiss yourself.

But as soon as you pull back, he’s running his mouth again. “Damn, nerd, looks like your mouth is good for somethjng other than eating the professor’s ass.”

“You’re so fucking.. ugh!” You groan, shutting him up again. But this time you don’t just use your mouth, instead you raise his shirt up, feeling up his body to his nipples and grabbing them between your thumbs and index fingers and pulling on them a bit roughly, making him gasp and break away from the kiss with a wet smack.

“Oh god,” He groans, eyes fluttering as you roll his nipples between your fingers.

“You like that, brat?” You spit, happy to finally be getting the upper hand for the first time in your years of being tormented by Beomgyu.

“Fuck yeah.” He groans and tries to reach out to touch your own tits.

“Don’t fucking touch me, brat.” You hiss at him, “If you touch me, I stop.”

“You’re being such a killjoy.” He protests but it’s hard for him to keep a steady voice when your fingers are playing with his clearly sensitive nipples like that, and even more so when one of your hands slips into his loose pants to palm his already very hard cock.

“You look like you’re enjoying it enough.” You mutter, twisting your hand up to the head of his cock, making him moan out.

“Fucking hell…Are you gonna fuck me?” He asks bluntly.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Gyu?” You ask, and any hesitency over the unfamiliar nickname vanishes as he shudders under your touch.

“If you’re going to be handling my cock like that then I damn well expect to get a fuck out of it.” He replies, still insolent despite his whimpering and frankly slutty moans.

“You’re such a little bitch.” You chastise, focusing your strokes on the head of his cock, aiming for maximum damage. “You think you deserve to get anywhere near my pussy after the shit you’ve pulled over me for years?”

He shrugs, trying to affect nonchalance but it’s hard to but he’s panting like a bitch for you. “Maybe if you get fucked good, you’d be a little less uptight.

Uptight! Just because you care about your future, that doesn’t make you uptight. God, you hate him… but damn, does he looks fucking hot falling apart in your hands like that.

"And maybe if you were getting any attention on your cock apart from your own hand, you wouldn’t be such an attention seeking slut.” You jeer, getting down on your knees. “Now shut the fuck up or you won’t get to cum at all.”

“What–” He doesn’t have time to formulate his question before you pull his pants down and wrap your mouth around his cock, sucking any retort right out of him.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it.” He arches his back, driving his cock further down your throat which you readily take, to his surprise.

“Fuck, where did you learn to suck dick like this?” He asks through his moans but you don’t bother to answer him. You don’t owe him an answer, you just want to shut the bitch up.

But Beomgyu is incapable of shutting up. “Have you been sucking dick on the down low? I didn’t know the nerd is such a big slut. Thought you were a good girl.”

You detach from his cock to retort, tearing a whine out of him which the idiot is too stupid to realize he is the cause of. “You’re one to talk. Look how loudly you’re moaning as soon as you get your dick wet. What? No one wants to fuck such a loudmouth?”

“Fuck you.” He mutters, and you laugh. “You wish, baby.” You smirk, bobbing your head down his cock again, going ruthlessly fast and getting the brat to writhe under you.

You think that would be the end of it but Beomgyu could die and his mouth would still be running. “Seriously, who are you fucking? Taehyun? Soobin? Don’t tell me it’s that manwhore Yeonjun?”

You pull off his dick in frustration, using your hand to jerk him off roughly instead. “Why do you fucking care who I fuck?”

“I don’t care.” He huffs, arching his back to push his cock further into your grip. “I just know they can’t be fucking you good if you’re still so uptight all the time. If you want a good time, I could give you the time of your life.”

You burst out laughing, obviously bruising the boy’s ego in the process but you don’t care. And you don’t even bother hiding your incredulity. “You? Do you even see yourself? I’m barely even moving my hand and you’re fucking it like a dog in heat. Your dick is drooling all down my arm. You look like you’re a few pumps away from creaming yourself. I don’t think you’d even make it one stroke inside my pussy before you pop like a virgin.”

“No, I’m not.” He denies, trying to keep his hips still, clearly fighting with himself. “I can fuck you so good you’ll screaming my name.”

“You can? You can take hot, tight pussy until I cum? You can have me clench around your needy cock without emptying your balls inside me?” You reach your other hand out to cup his balls, massaging then gently between your fingers, making him suck in a shuddering breath. “You can hold back your hot cum until I’m ready to milk your cock? You won’t just break and spurt your cum inside me as soon as you put it in?”

“Fuck, fuck, slow down.” He gasps, trying to squirm away from your touch but you hold him tighter, jerking him off steadily.

“Why? Are you going to cum just from my hands? That’s disappointing. I thought you wanted to give me the fuck of my life?” You cock your head to side, staring up at him condescendingly, making him shudder.

“Baby, please, slow down?”

“Baby?” You laugh. “Now I’m baby?”

“I can’t take much more.” He was jerking uncontrollably in your grip but you never let go, taking the hand on his balls off to press it against his lower tummy to hold him in place as you continue jerking off his now very red and slippery cock.

“Are you gonna cum?” You ask again and he nods, biting onto his lip harshly. “Yes, can I?”

You have to say you were taken aback at him suddenly asking for your permission to cum. You would have thought the brat would just do it with no warning. “Aw, baby is asking for permission to cum? If I knew it was this easy to get you to behave, I would have… well, actually I still wouldn’t have touched you any sooner. But it’s good to know how pathetic you really are.”

“Fuck you.” He repeats, voice strained in his effort to still hold back.

“You want me to say you can cum?” You tease, twisting your hand over the length of his cock slowly.

He nods. “Yes. Need it. Need it.”

“Are you going to be good to me from now on?” You ask and he shakes his head. “You’re too fun to tease.”

“You are too.” You counter, slowing your hand down, making him thrust his hips to try to get more of your touch so you smack his thigh in punishment. “Down, boy!”

“Baby, please!” He begs so sweetly, pining you with his pretty, brown eyes, his dick drooling in your grip.

“Are you going to be good from now on?” You tighten your grip around him as you deliberately move your hand up the entire length of his cock, feeling his precum dripping down your arm.

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.” He babbles, and you know he is lying his ass off, just wanting to say whatever would get you to let him cum, but even that makes you feel so fucking hot. To have that effect on your tormentor after all these years is a fucking head rush.

“God, you’re a mess.” You mutter, quickening your pace over his cock, making Beomgyu panic. “Wait, wait, can I cum? Can I cum?”

It’s a little precious how much he panics over cumming without your explicit permission, so much so you decide to just give it to him, wanting to see the brat completely lose it in your grip.

“You can cum, brat.” As soon as you utter the words–as if he was really waiting for them–he explodes, spurting rope after rope of cum down your arm and onto your chest.

“Thank you. Thank you, baby.” He cries, emptying himself for you until he can no longer hold himself up anymore and collapses to the ground by your side.

But to your surprise and mild horror, Beomgyu takes a minute to calm himself down before he grabs his own cock and strokes himself to full hardness again, bearing through the pain of overstimulation for a reason that only becomes apparent to you after you ask, “What the hell are you doing, Beomgyu?”

“I promised I can fuck you good, didn’t I?”

He really is insane.

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