King's Corp

Chapter 13

A/N: to avoid confusion, this chapter is not a continuation from the last one. And also a part of this chapter contains a flashback structure so please keep that in mind to avoid confusion. 

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"You've been bad, haven't you bunny," Taehyung rasps into Jungkook's neck, sending shivers down the boy's spine. Jungkook gulps as he feels Taehyung's grip on his hips tighten. 

"S-Sir," the smaller gasps out as he feels his bosses cock tease his hole. 

Taehyung lines his shaft with the boy's hole and then slightly pushes the tip in. Jungkook whimpers at the heated sensation. Taehyung then leans in and brushes his lips against the boy's ear. 

"What did I tell you about stuttering, huh?" He drawls out. 

"I-I'm sor- Ah- sir," Jungkook screams out as Taehyung plunges his hardened shaft into him.

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Jungkook jolts awake and looks around his room as he pants heavily. He observes the small streaks of sunlight peaking through the blinds, the cold temperature of the room, oh and his hard cock straining against his pants-

Wait, what the FUCK. 

Jungkook stares at the obvious tent in his pants in bewilderment and then rubs his hand against his face as he thinks back to the dream of his. 

Rough hands trace his delicate skin before rubbing smooth circles along his skin.

Jungkook groans and lays back on the bed, opting to stare up at the dull ceiling as he interrogates himself. 

Why were you having such a dream? 

You're probably just horny. 

But you just dreamt of your boss fucking you-

Jungkook pulls a pillow and presses it against his face before he groans again.

You're probably just confused, this is nothing serious. Everyone has weird dreams, it doesn't mean anything. 

Jungkook clenches his fists into balls as he tries to convince himself that his dream didn't mean anything. 

Dreams like this are normal, everyone has them. 

Yes, everyone has dreams of their boss fucking into them against a desk-

Jungkook clenches his fists, feeling the need to plunge his head into a concrete wall. He sighs and rubs his hand against his face. 

Just don't think about it, focus your mind on something else. He begs his conscience. 

Jungkook rolls over, wincing slightly when his thighs rub against his hard member before he tries to think of something else. His mind creeps back to the events that occurred the day before. 

Jungkook's vision was bleary as he opened his eyes to the sight of a dim office room. He sat up from where he was resting (a small couch) and looked around. His hair was a mess and his eyes were puffy and the sight was endearingly comical- well, endearingly comical to Taehyung that is. 

The man chuckled from his seat at his desk when he spotted the disheveled brunette who merely blinked at him in confusion. 

"Had a good sleep?" the man asked as he got up and approached the smaller.