Dirty Doctor || ft. Jeon Jungkook [JJk] X Reader. {Completed}

CHAPTER 10 : Y/N.

Y/N P.O.V

Dr. Jeon walked into his office 15 minutes later, stopping dead in his tracks once his eyes met mine.

"You're still in my goddamn desk." he said.
"I am. I'll happily get out of it when you apologize for your rude and unprofessional behavior yesterday." I crossed my arms.
"If you have to beg someone to apologize, then the person probably isn't sorry."
"I have a feeling you are."
"I'm not." He picked up his briefcase and set it on his desk, right next to where I'm setting on top of the desk.

He muttered a few words to himself and I was pretty sure I heard him say, "I wish I would've made you come on my mouth that night ..." but I wasn't sure.

"Did you complete those Markson's charts, Dr. L/N?"
"No, I did not."
"No, you did not? Did you at least start them?" Jungkook raised his eyebrow.
"Not at all. I was pretty emotionally disturbed after leaving work yesterday, so I figured you'd understand if I didn't get to them. If not, I can kindly explain this situation to Human Resources." I shrugged, giving him puppy eyes. His eyes widened and he looked like he was on the verge of losing it, "I can get started on them today, if you'd like. But as you can assume, I'll probably need more time to finish them since I'll be starting a day late." I said, smiling.

"Cut the shit, Dr. L/N." He walked around the desk towards his chair was, "I'm giving you 5 seconds to tell me that you've done those goddamn files because I told you just how important they were to me yesterday." I turn around to face him as my legs dangle from the desk. I held up my hand and counted down from five on my fingers one by one.
"Now what?" I smirk.
"Now, I tell all of my partners here that I think we need to consider firing you, but I have a feeling you're just fucking with me right now. Where is the damn work?" I stood up from his desk and Jungkook immediately moved closer to me, pinning my ass against the edge of his desk, "Don't make me ask you again." he flinch his jaw. He definitely angry.

"Stop attempting to intimidate me and just apologize so we can go back to how things were. I know you're upset because your ego was bruised, but I am not going to stand for your twisted version of sexual harassment." I said.
"I haven't even begun to sexually harass you, Dr. L/N." Jungkook leaned close and his lips nearly brushed against mine, "When I do it, you'll know. Trust me." His eyes on fire.
"Do you have any idea what you just said? I don't think you meant for it to sound that way." My panties were soaked.
"I meant it exactly how it sounded." His mouth immediately covered mine and my arms went around his neck, clawing at his skin as he slipped a hand under my dress.

As Jungkook controlled my lips with his, slipping his tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth, he pushed my panties to the side and rubbed his thumb against my soaked slit. He groaned when he felt how wet I was, and I sucked in a breath as I felt his cock hardening against my thigh. I didn't have to look down to know it is huge, and the fact that I felt it through his pants and his lab coat made my cheeks turn bright red.

"Unbuckle my pants," Jungkook whispered against my mouth, "Now." I didn't hesitate. I moved my hands down to his belt buckle, rushing to free his cock, but before I could even get the leather through the first loop, his phone rang. We both froze immediately and then we slowly pulled away from each other, "Please do the Markson's files," he whispered, still panting. "And for the record, this never happened, and it can't happen again."

"I agree it never happened." I touched my swollen lips, "And I did complete the Markson's files. I'll happily give them to you when you apologize for pulling a Dr. Jerk and scared me yesterday ..."

For a second he actually looked as if he was about to say the words, "I'm sorry," but he took a seat at his chair and picked up his phone before it could go to voicemail, "Dr. Jeon speaking ..." Jungkook kept his eyes on me, "Yes, yes. Okay, fine. I'll sign them right away." He hung up the phone, and then he plucked a red candy box from his vase, "Dr. L/N, I think you and I need to re-define how this employee-boss relationship works. You are beneath me. I am above you. Therefore-" I didn't give him a chance to finish that line of thought. I opened the left drawer of his desk and took out the Markson's files, plopping them all on top of his desk.

"You're right," I said, upset at how crazy he made me, "We do need to re-define how this so-called employee-boss relationship works. Let's just send emails whenever we're not sitting in front of a patient. Total professional." I stormed back to my side of the office, but not before knocking every goddamn vase of his prized Pocky sticks to the floor.