Dom Jungkook

“How do I get it through your thick fucking skull that it’s not about money to me?” he growled.

“Then what’s it about?” you asked, reaching up to run your finger over his chest through the shirt, biting your lip. 

“Dignity,” he answered with a sigh.

“Oh,” you smiled, starting to slide forward off the desk already, “dignity, huh?”

He watched in confused awe as you knelt on the floor in front of him, looking up at him sweetly.

“I can give you dignity,” you breathed, “all of mine.  Then will you sell me the store, Jungkook?”

“F-fuck,” he choked out quietly as you licked your lips.

“You can finally put me in my place,” you offered, “isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Fuck,” he said again, roughly opening his belt and jeans for you; you smirked proudly, though your mouth fell into a gasp when he freed his hardening cock right in front of your face.  And that gasp?  He used it as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth quickly, barely giving you a second to comprehend it as he sighed deeply.  “Suck it,” he ordered with a soft voice, groaning as you hollowed your cheeks and let him thrust forward into your mouth.

He wasn't too rough about it, not yet, but he eventually put his hands on your head to keep it steady as he moved his hips faster.  You blinked a few times before looking up at him, making him moan just with a glance.

"Fuck, baby, you like that?" he grunted, going a little deeper this time to make you gag.  "Yeah, fuck, you're right— this is what I wanted.  You're such a fucking whore."

You tried to bob your head and take some control back, even reach up to use your hand, but he smacked it away and kept guiding you with a grip on your head.

“No hands— like a proper slut,” he explained, watching you as he slid back and forth between your lips.  “Jesus, you’re getting lipstick on my cock.”

An attempt to glance at it just got you a light slap to the cheek.

“No, don’t look at it— look at me,” he ordered, sighing when you met his gaze again.  “Look at me, baby,” he whispered still, even though you were doing it already, breathing in sharply through his teeth.  “Fuck.  That’s hot.  You look good with a cock in your mouth.”

You couldn’t really respond, but you hummed softly around him.

“And it’s a nice way to shut you up, too,” he added.

He thrusted a little faster, sometimes tilting his head back and sometimes staring back into your eyes.  And, of course, sometimes watching his cock fill your mouth with every movement.

You weren’t sure what to expect when he pulled back and slipped out of your mouth, looking up at him silently and expectantly.  Whatever you thought he would do then, it definitely wasn’t forcing your head forward between his legs.  “How about you lick my balls, too?” he offered— not that you had much choice with him shoving them in your face.  You sighed through an open mouth and laved at them with your tongue, smiling slightly as he groaned louder.  “God, you whore,” he breathed, but his fingers tightened in your hair— he could act in control all he wanted, but you sort of felt like you were the one with the power considering you had his most vulnerable body parts at the disposal of one of your most powerful ones.

Well, that power sort of dissipated a bit when he pulled you back and started fucking your mouth again, harder than ever— but you were still having a good time.  And he still looked completely wrecked as he stared down at you, some impossible emotion on his face: something a little angry, quite a bit of disbelief, and a sick satisfaction all mixed together.