◦•●I am bound to care for your body everywhere, be it outside or inside the room●•◦
Synopsis: Lisa dominates everyone in the workplace but behind the closed door Jungkook is the one to dominate her. (Jungkook is Lisa's bodyguard BTW)
Word count: 2.7k
Gener: Romance, Mature....
[Requested by my dear reader just_kook_07]
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Lisa's face was the picture of serenity during the ride back home-until the front door slammed behind her and Jungkook. Before he could take a single step into the living room, she pushed him against the door, silencing his surprise with soft lips and a skilled tongue.
When she pulled away, Jungkook's expression was incredulous but not displeased. "I thought you said you needed to come back here for some important papers."
Lisa traced a line down his chest, the ironed fabric of his black suit under her finger. "Something important," she corrected him. "A rather significant difference, I think you'll find."
"So where is this very important thing then?" he asked, a roguish gleam in his eyes.
With an equally mischievous smile, she replied, "It just so happens that it's upstairs...in my bedroom."
By the time Lisa finished her sentence, she had kicked off her heels and started up the staircase; Jungkook required no further persuasion to follow her airy bounding up to the second floor.
Only one set of curtains had been pulled back in her haste to leave that morning, but it was late enough that sunlight still filled most of the room. Lisa approached the long table she had brought up recently for more workspace and inspected the papers and books piled on its surface.
She added a hand upon her chin to enhance the pretense. "Hmm, I know it's in here somewhere..."
Somehow the tabletop was considerably clearer before her "search," with everything stacked in neat piles on either end. Her back to Jungkook, she unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off. "How foolish of me," She sighed, turning to face him. "It was right here all along."
His eyes followed the jacket as it dropped to the floor, then they slowly rose to meet hers again. There was no longer any hint of amusement there, only an intensity that gave her a little shiver. Leaning back against the table, Lisa did her best to match his icy gaze, though she couldn't help but bite her bottom lip.
The floorboards creaked under his booted steps as Jungkook advanced toward her. His eyes trailed down to her chest, his expression inscrutable. "Where, exactly?"
Lisa moved to loosen the collar of her blouse, but Jungkook placed his hand over both of hers. She looked up at him, her brows knit together and a question in her eyes.
He answered it with a kiss, tender in it's first moments of blossoming, then threaded his hand through her hair to hold her firmly in place, as if she would have dreamt of tearing herself away with the heat spreading through her at a gallop.
The thigh she brought up to Jungkook's hip was promptly pushed down; she would've protested had her mouth not been occupied by the unrelenting teasing of his tongue. With one hand still gripping her thigh, Jungkook parted her legs just enough for him to drive his own thigh between them. Lisa moaned into his mouth at the pressure and clutched at his sides. It wasn't nearly as satisfying to dig her fingers into his jacket instead of the muscles and surprisingly sensitive skin there.
