Kim Seokjin was what most called an overachiever. Having been brought up in a rich household under his parent's company, he had all he wanted...except his parents attention. They were always too busy. Too tired. His high grades, his amazing sport achievements, his college degrees, they all passed by his parents eyes as if they were nothing. He'd worked hard; toiled in stress and anxiety, but he had not hard enough for them. 

Slowly over time, what bloomed as a desire for his parent's acceptance slowly crippled into bitterness against them. A special sort of contempt. He didn't want their useless praise anymore. He wanted their company. He wanted their money. The very things that stole them from him. He'd gain the biggest achievement - revenge. 

There was only one person in his way, however - Jeon Jungkook, the CEO of a competitive company that had already tore the popularity from his parent's company. It was unfair. Not only was the company Jungkook had run from the age of 17 younger than Seokjin's parent's company and yet more successful than it, but Jungkook had had exactly what Seokjin had always wanted - Loving parents. 

Seokjin had worked for his parents love, and Jungkook had just had it handed to him. 

Seokjin bit his nails angrily at the thought  as he walked through the halls of his workplace, his eyes catching on every single alcoholic themed painting on the walls beside him. There were no laughing faces on them, but he felt like he was being laughed at by them. It felt like a blow to his ego to work there, but it was a means to an end. He was going to tear the stupid little brat's company into the ground while his rose above all. 

He grumbled angrily to himself, lost in his thoughts as he threw the door open to Jungkook's office. The first thing that met his eyes as he entered was Jungkook, sitting in his usual seat at his desk. He didn't look the least bit professional as he hunched forward, biting his lips and grinning at some polaroid photo he was looking at. It was obvious to Seokjin the boy was far too enamoured with the photo to notice his arrival. 

The sight of the little brat being genuinely happy brought a scowl to Seokjin's face. He wanted nothing more than to tear the expression away. Burn the boy in front of him. For now, however, he would have to remain patient. 

He cleared his throat to alert the younger boy of his presence, driving a cold wedge in the previously happy environment Jungkook was in. 

Jungkook immediately looked up goggle-eyed and dropped the polaroid into his lap. "U-uh Seok-Seokjin." He greeted in surprise, scrambling to hide the photo in his lap. "H-how are you?"  

Seokjin's features dropped into a blank expression as he came further into the room and shut the door behind him, "I'm fine sir." He took small but confident strides to Jungkook's desk and looked over it in an attempt to see the polaroid in Jungkook's lap. "I see you have something interesting there, sir? Perhaps it's a picture of that prostitut-"

Jungkook's giddy expression immediately hardened at the word 'prostitute'. He looked up at Seokjin with a frown, which Seokjin found very unusual for the boy. 

"Lola." Jungkook firmly corrected, pulling the polaroid behind his back, "And it's none of your business what this is." 

Seokjin's brow lifted in amusement at Jungkook's actions. He put his hands up in mock surrender. "My bad sir, I was simply curious." 

Jungkook gave him a brief glare as he placed the polaroid into his desk drawer. His gaze softened as he looked back up at Seokjin, "Have you arranged my end of year vineyard party yet?" 

"We're still doing those?" 

"Of course. It's a great opportunity to make casual connections with other business partners, Seokjin, you know that." Jungkook replied, looking back at his computer and beginning to type his password into it. "Just book it for the usual time and place." He waved his hand at Seokjin dismissively. 

Jungkook's aloof actions reminded Seokjin of his own parents and it only drove the contemptuous nail further into it's coffin. As he left the office, Seokjin tried to remind himself to be patient. It wouldn't take long until the whole company went under. 

It wouldn't take long at all. 

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God damn that polaroid she had given him. 

Jungkook's leg bounced restlessly as he sat at his desk, typing away at his computer. His eyes kept straying away from the screen in front of him to the drawers beside him, urging him to look at the photo he'd placed there no matter how many times he pulled them back to the screen. 

 He couldn't be looking at that photo again. 

Obviously not because he was unable to - God no, he was definitely able to pick up that photo like he'd done several times the night before. It was because just glancing at the photo would send him into a spiral of arousal, and he couldn't be doing that at work.

He just wanted it so bad, though. 

He just needed to see it. 

Had he seen not long before? Hell yeah, but he needed to see it again. 

Just one fucking peek, Jungkook. His subconscious was torturing him about it. 

He groaned silently, digging his teeth into his plush bottom lip as if it were going to silence his mental dialogue. 

His fingers were itching to touch the enamelled surface of the photo. To see her. Naked and grinning like a god awful vixen. All of her, a goddess, spread apart for him to worship. 

He leaned back in his chair in exhaustion, tired of trying to control his hormonal urges. Running a hand through his lush chocolate hair, he let out a defeated sigh. 

His hand reached for the drawer handle, shaking in anticipation. He looked away from it, not wanting to accept the fact he'd given into his desires; that he'd put some woman over his father's company. She had her beautiful, slim fingers all over his mind. She'd bewitched every fibre of his being and they barely knew each other. 

It was just lust. That's all it was going to ever be. 

As Jungkook's hand encased the round handle on the drawer, the telephone beside him began to ring. His hand stopped in it's place and he looked at the phone unsurely. That phone barely rung, as it was his personal business number. For any company consumer, it was very hard to reach - in fact, most of the customers and business partners didn't even need to contact him directly as there were lower staff that were available to deal with telecommunication inquiries. 

Hoping it was nothing serious, Jungkook picked up the phone cautiously and placed it beside his face. 

"Jeon Jungkook, CEO of JWS commercial speaking." 

"That was a sexy greeting, Jungkook." That husky, honey-like voice enough was to send Jungkook into a frenzy. He leaned forward quickly and hunched over, placing his hand around the mouthpiece as if to prevent any people in the room from hearing the conversation. There was no one in the room except him.

"Lola? What-How the hell did you get this number?" He was terribly panicked. Not because of her calling but because of what her calling would do to him. It was hard enough with that damn polaroid in his vicinity. 

"I have my abilities." She was smirking on the other line and he knew it. 

"Lola, I-I'm at work..." Was he dreaming? He felt like it. He felt feverish. He felt aroused. God, he was a mess.

"Well," He heard her exhale purposely into the phone and he clenched his fingers into a fist to prevent himself from thinking about it, "I just wanted to give you a break. I know you overwork yourself."

He whined silently, "Lola that's nice, but-"

"I can call you later, if you want..." 

"No!" Jungkook blurted at her, immediately cringing after he said it. He didn't want her to call later but he did at the same time. He just didn't want her to leave. He wanted to hear her voice. 

But he was busy...he was at work. 

She was driving him crazy. 

"I-I mean, I don't mind having a short conversation..." Jungkook's voice floated off as his resolve melted. 

Lola hummed at him, probably grinning at his immediate change of mind. She had him wrapped around her pinkie. "So, any plans for tonight?" 

"No, I don't usually do things after work...What were you thinking of?" He surveyed through the glass panels that walled his office, checking if any of his employees were around to see his embarrassing display of lust for the woman on the phone. Satisfied when he found no one there, he twisted the chair around to look out the windows that gave him a view of the city. 

"Well, I was thinking of going a bit further tonight...if you want to, of course."

Jungkook squeezed his legs together to combat the reaction he got to her suggestion. His eyes remained on one of the buildings outside. "Like what?"

He sounded so eager it made him sick. 

"hmmm...that's a good question..." She said thoughtfully, "You know what I'd love to do, Jungkook?" 

He definitely didn't feel a surge of electricity rush to his crotch at her tone. 

"W-what would you love to do?" He sounded breathless, drooling, even. His body began to tense up as all of the images of what they could do ran through his head. His hand itched to have her polaroid in it's reach just so he could envision her body clearer. 

"I'd love to be squirming underneath your chest, feeling all of you inside of me." 

Jungkook's eyes flew open and he choked on his own spit, "I-inside?" God, she didn't have to say that. His hand reached down to pull at his pants as they began to tighten at his crotch. If she said anything more, he was going to be working with a hard-on. 

He wasn't going to stop her, though. 

"Yes, Jungkook...wouldn't you like to feel it to? I couldn't stop thinking about it all day. It's made me so wet..." 

Jungkook released a shaky exhale, "Wet?" 

She let out a hum which verged dangerously on a moan. "So, so wet..." He could have sworn she was beginning to touch herself on the other end of the phone. "You could slide right in...I'd take all of you." 

Now it was really getting to him. 

His hand reached to the button on his pants, shamelessly. He'd forgotten where he was. All he knew was that she had put him up on a cloud. "Oh yeah?"

"Ooh, starting to get confident, huh, Jungkook?" She laughed in a feathery manner. She was surprised at his change of attitude, but she decided to give him the lead and let him experiment.

"Maybe." He was trying. Failing, but trying. "W-what would you do if I were to slide in?"

She chuckled at him. "I'd have my nails scratching that perfect muscle all the way down your back...Right down that gorgeous back...." 

His head leaned back into his chair, "God, Lola..." His hand pulled impatiently at all the restraints on his pants, allowing them to split apart and give him access to his thickening phallus. He slumped forward in his chair and palmed his dick through his boxers. "I'd fuck you so hard..."

The words flew out before he could even stop them. 

"I'd love that...." 

He whined, this time loud enough for her to hear as his hand began fumbling with his sensitive dick. He wanted to try and be a little more dominating - he wanted to affect her like she was affecting him, even if he'd never done anything they were talking about. "Your dirty mouth...it'd be all over me..." He could picture it. Her wet tongue, just as wet as her pussy would be licking him like a damn popsicle, every inch of hardened muscle under his skin. His nipples, his abdomen, his neck, his jaw....

"It would." Lola agreed, sounding less like she was teasing him and more like the thought of it was spurring her into her own arousal.

"You'd be moaning like crazy..." He hissed as he pulled his boxers down, grabbing the hard flesh beneath it and squeezing it roughly. His legs opened wider as he began to use the precum forming on the top to glide his hand down the length of it. 

She moaned at this, and the sound of it filled his body with heat. 

"Yeah, like that Lola..." 

Wet, slapping sounds began to erupt from Jungkook's side of the phone as he quickly pumped himself off, grunting with each thrust into his hand. "You-You should be here, doing this Lola....You should..." He gulped down his moans, "Be taking responsibility for what you do to me." 

She moaned at this, "I'd bounce on that dick of yours Jungkook...You'd fill me up so much...." 

"Shit Lola...your mouth is so dirty..." It was almost as if an alter ego was speaking for him as he abused his leaking dick. Each pump up and down was causing his hips to rise and drop in their place like he was driving his dick into his hand, just like he'd be doing to her. Her hips would be the handles for him to ram himself into her tight hole. Her full boobs would jiggle with each movement and her mouth would blurt out incoherent noises as her body spasmed beneath him. 

 It hadn't been long, but he wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm g-gonna orgasm..."

"Cum, Jungkook." Lola's words were both a correction of his awkward wording and a command. 

"Lola, shit...I'm going to cum so deep into you..." His dick twitched as it began to ready itself with his seed. His empty hand reached behind him to his desk and he roughly pulled a tissue out of the tissue box placed there, causing it to fall down on the floor. He didn't even care. 

Placing the tissue around his dick to help him catch the strings of warm fluid that were going to release from it, Jungkook continued pumping himself at a faster pace. "Y-You're so hot, Lola. You're so fucking hot..." 

Lola only moaned at this, having a hard time herself at putting words together for him. She was naked on her bed, laid out with her fingers between her legs, massaging her with her fingers on one hand while her other held the phone in a shaky grip. Her body was covered in sweat despite the air-conditioning in the room, and her body wasn't shivering at the cold. 

"God Lola...You'll be so warm around me...."  His fingers shook as they clasped around the tissue on his length, feeling as it began to fill with pressure. "So tight..." His fisted his fingers around his dick harder, as if to imagine it was her. He'd never had his dick in a woman's vagina before but he could surely guess what it felt like. 

"Hmm...So tight..." Lola groaned, pushing her fingers harder against her throbbing clit as she used to her hips to grind herself into it. "My pussy would suck you in so tight..."

Jungkook let out a groan, "Lola!" His dick began to seize up in pleasure and he arched his back, unable to tell her what was happening. His hand continued going up and down, up and down in a tight, rough fist. He couldn't stop. "Ahh...Ahh...Oh go-Oh!" 

Lola's fingers prodded harder against her clit as she began to reach her coming climax too, "Jungkook...Fuck...Shit!" 

Ecstasy flooded the both of them as they rode out their releases, squirting into their dirty hands as they began to calm down from their hormonal bliss. It was silent for moments, their pants of breathless euphoria  filling the phone speakers in unison. 

"You've gotten pretty good, Jungkook." Lola admitted as she breathed heavily, "I think you should definitely be in charge once you get the practice." 

Jungkook couldn't even speak. His head had rested on the back of his chair and his mouth was ajar, spurting heavy exhales from the bottom of his heaving chest. His hand, which had become numb from the way he was holding it around his dick, laid opened and useless beside him, the soiled tissue still in it. 

He'd just masturbated on a phone call with her in his office. 

She had him around her finger, no doubt about it. 

A/N: 

It's me, Hi, im the problem its me. 

This one was💦 KiNkY 💦 Hope my number one fan liked it 😗

Hope you also liked the sudden change of character in Jungkook because he's becoming daddy Jungkook and I'm here for it.

Also, was the phone sex cringey or am I just being too harsh on my self💀

idk man i'm hungry and I'm being bitten by mosquitos because there is currently a cyclone about and its causing all the stupid bugs to appear in the house lmao. 

Anyway I gotta go SoRt SoMeThInG OuT 

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