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Woman On Top (Chapter 7)

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Chapter 7

You didn’t feel any better the next morning. Your night had been sleepless once again. You had texted Jungkook another sexy picture with the caption “thinking about you” and he never responded. The whole night your mind spun with the reasons why he couldn’t have answered. Was he angry with you still? Was he with her? Did he just happen to fall asleep?

Needless to say, you were going crazy. When did this whole arrangement become so complicated and so full of angst?

It even affected your work – but not really. You didn’t have any slip up’s or mistakes on set, but you felt like exhausted shit and you felt as if you looked like exhausted shit. You were unconfident and unmotivated. It wasn’t how you would normally approach a workday. You had to be on top of your game everyday, but today you didn’t feel on top. It was your last day on set as well and you had to transfer everything you knew to Sangwoo before your plane tomorrow morning. It had been a while since you took on this type of role and you hated that you appeared rusty or incompetent. What you hated even more though was being around Jungkook like this - afraid of him seeing your flaws.

But as far as you could tell, he didn’t see them, because he didn’t notice you, or look at you. You hated that the most. Once his hidden glances irritated you, thinking he was being to reckless, but now you wanted nothing more than for him to acknowledge you.

During break, you went to the bathroom and splashed your face with cold water.

“Pull yourself together,” you said to your reflection. She stared back at you, giving you no answers to your problems. You ran your fingers over the dark circles below your eyes and huffed in annoyance, before reaching for the compact you kept in your purse.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you were so distracted trying to mentally hype yourself up that you nearly crash hard into a figure coming down the hall.

“Oh, sorry,” you said as you looked up to see Jungkook. You felt immediately flustered. He looked back down at you, saying nothing. He didn’t give you that cute, crinkled smile of his. His demeanor was cold, and a little awkward. It was like you were two strangers – not like you had spent months together crying out each others’ names between sweat soaked sheets. What a contrast to the way you had been with each other not so many days ago.

“Sorry,” you said again before you sidestepped him and took off down the hall back to the set.

By noon you were done on set. Most of the day’s tasks were wrapped up for the weekend since so many were heading home before resuming on Monday. You had a final meeting with Sangwoo and, unless something else came up, you were free until your flight the next day. You decided to blow off steam – which may or may not have included day drinking at the cabana.

“We need to talk,” you suddenly heard Jungkook say and he pulled a chair up to your table. You looked around nervously.

“What are you doing?”

“What?” he sounded annoyed. “We’re not even allow to talk in front of people now?”

He was right. There was no reason you couldn’t – so long as the conversation wasn’t too revealing – but what else could you two possibly have to talk about presently?

“We can, just not right now,” you tried to hush him.

“Everything we do is on your time, Y/N. I want to have this convers-“

“Jungkook,” Kevin’s voice came from behind you. Kevin was standing there smiling warmly with a beer in each hand. “We were just going to have a drink, would you care to join us?”

You looked back to Jungkook, your eyes pleading with him to say “no.” You didn’t trust him right now to keep his cool. Despite getting the message, Jungkook replied “sure!”

Kevin gave each of you a drink then returned to the cabana to fetch another for himself.

“He will just not give up,” Jungkook seethed now that Kevin was out of earshot.

“It’s just work, Jungkook,” you tried to sooth him.

“Bullshit.”

“I don’t understand why it’s a problem. You never cared before – why does he have you so upset?”

“Really?” he cocked his eye patronizingly at you. “Really? You really don’t understand?” It felt as if he a stabbed you through the gut. You’re breath caught in your throat as you stared dumbfounded back at him. That creeping thought you had been burying all week, was he now going to confirm?

Thankfully, Kevin reappeared and Jungkook snapped back into the roll of casual acquaintance. Of course, most of the conversation was about work, since that was the one thing you had in common. Well… the one thing you all knew you had in common. But as burnt out Friday minds prevailed, you abandoned shop talk for anything else… politics, hobbies, sports… You continued as casually as possible, but it was obvious that Jungkook was the outsider in this conversation. You and Kevin just clicked so well socially. You were beginning to feel self-conscious and internally cringed each time Kevin brought up some inside story that exemplified how much you two had bonded over this week.

“Speaking of,” Kevin said as he took another sip of his beer and turned to you. “I wanted to talk to you about February.”

“February?” you lied and pretended as if you didn’t know what he was talking about. You weren’t really sure why you lied, other than in a split second you thought maybe it would hurt Jungkook less if it seemed like February wasn’t a big deal.

“Mr. Li’s chalet,” Kevin answered.

“Oh, right,” you said. What a failure.

“Are you two going to a chalet together?” asked Jungkook.

“I think so,” said Kevin.

“There’s a bunch of people going,” you shrugged your shoulders trying to imply it was no big deal. “Just a few CEOs and CFOs. Apparently, they do it every year.” Despite your attempts, Jungkook’s features hardened. Perhaps the casual observer wouldn’t have noticed, but you certainly did.

“I can’t wait to see you hit the slopes,” said Kevin.

Dammit. Stop Talking.

“You ski?” Jungkook turned to you. You nodded passively.

“She doesn’t just ski, she’s a national champion,” Kevin gushed.

“I… That’s not entirely true,” you replied. “I was a kid.”

“But you’re good,” Jungkook figured.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It was a big part of my life for a long time.”

Jungkook’s subtle stiffness subsided, but it was replaced with… disappointment? Whatever it was, you felt bad. Why were you putting yourself through this?

“You know what,” you stood up from the table. Kevin – again the gentleman – stood as well. Jungkook looked a little lost as to why everyone was standing. “I actually have a headache. I think I’m going to go lay down for a while.”

“Are you okay? Can I walk you to your room?” Kevin asked.

“No, no. I’m fine please. I just need some alone time.”

“Okay, well… if you need anything call me. I can bring you something from the restaurant and we can eat in your room?”

Honestly, you were almost prepared to snap at Kevin to leave you the fuck alone. You just wanted to leave, and he was getting in the way of that while simultaneously fanning the flames between you and Jungkook. But you didn’t – he didn’t deserve that.

“No, thank-you. I’ll be down here around dinner time. If not, I’ll order room service.” With that you turned and headed off towards the elevators and away from Jungkook and Kevin. You didn’t actually have a headache, but you could feel one beginning to form.

Normally, when you felt this way, you would call Jungkook. Normally, he’d show up to give you sweet words, dirty words and multiple orgasms to take your mind from whatever work or life stressor was eating away at you. Today, however, Jungkook was the stressor. So today, instead of calling him, you kicked of your shoes and curled into bed hoping you could sleep the problem away.

A knock to the door woke you from a light sleep. You looked at the clock beside you – it had only been a bit over an hour. You peeled yourself from the bed just as another knock came from the door.

“Just a minute,” you called out as you made your way across the room. Dazed from the sudden wake up, you didn’t think to check the door viewer and when you opened, you were startled when the figure on the other side pushed aggressively into your room. But as quickly as you were startled you were quickly relieved to know the figure was Jungkook. He wore a black baseball cap and a black medical face mask - as if that would be able to stop people from recognizing him.

“What are you doing here,” you said in a hushed hysteria as you checked the hall for anyone who might have seen him.

“I wasn’t seen. Relax,” he said as he pulled off his cap and mask. You locked the door with a loud clank.

“We agreed, Jung-“

“No, you agreed,” he interrupted. “And I listened as always. That’s always how things go between you and me. You set the terms, and I follow like a good little soldier. You tell me when the timing is right, and I come running.”

You stared at him, dumfounded. You had never felt that way about your relationship with Jungkook – but obviously, he felt that way, and it had been eating away at him. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again. You weren’t sure if you were wanting to apologize or wanting to protest. He continued before you could make up your mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me you liked skiing?” his tone was somber.

“I didn’t hide it from you, it just never came up,” you shrugged. He went silent. “Besides, if this week has proven anything, talking isn’t exactly our strong suit.” He nodded in agreement.

“We need to talk, though. This week is getting out of hand.” This time you nodded in agreement.

“We could have just done this over the phone, you didn’t need to risk someone seeing you here.”

“Fuck that,” he seethed. “Fuck them if they see us. I don’t care about them. This isn’t a conversation we can have over the phone. Why are you really so fucking afraid of someone seeing us?”

“I told you already.”

“I don’t believe you. There’s something else – what is it?”

The conversation was becoming more and more heated with every syllable. You could feel your face flush with anger as well. You turned away from him and stared out the windows towards the mezzanine below. As if he was summoned – the way he seemed to be summoned at every wrong time this week – you noticed Kevin walking out into the public space.

“Is he why?” You jumped a little. You didn’t notice how Jungkook had crept up right behind you. But now that he was there, you couldn’t stop your body from heating up from having him so close once again – even though you were in a fight.

“No,” you replied. “He’s not the problem.” Jungkook took a step closer. His broad, strong chest was maybe and inch or so from you and – fuck – did you ever want to press against it. Your agitation was beginning to subside the more you wanted his arms to wrap around you.

“You know he wants you so bad,” he rasped into your ear, and your body shuddered at the feel of his breath over your neck. His hands dropped to your sides, and he drew his palms up your outer thighs, catching the hem of your skirt ever so slightly, before they moved north over your hips. Finally, one strong arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest, while the other grabbed a hold of your breast.

“Uhhh,” you keened into the feeling as you strung your head back to rest against his shoulder. “Jungkook, we can’t,” you whispered as you brought one arm back to caress the nape of his neck.

“I’m already here, baby. No one’s gonna know,” he whispered back. “Or are you afraid he won’t want you if he knows that I fuck you?”

Your eyes snapped open to meet his staring back. “That’s not it!”

“Are you sure?” he licked his teeth. “Look at him…” You narrowed your eyes at him, not sure of his game; but unwavering in expression he nodded towards the mezzanine and you looked down to the crowd below and found Kevin. As you did, Jungkook slid his hand up your skirt, hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, and slid them off your body.

“Do you see him?” he asked as the tips of his fingers began to slip their way under your skirt again.

“Yes,” you rasped. Jungkook cupped your heat, and your hips flexed into is grasp.

“What is he doing?”

“I don’t know,” nor did you care as your eyes fluttered shut when Jungkook slid a long finger firmly along your slit. “Shit!” You felt his fingers part your folds to expose your clit – but he didn’t touch it. You shuffled against him wanting him too.

“Look at him. Tell me what he’s doing,” he prompted you. You obeyed, opening your eyes and looking down at Kevin. He was seated on the patio, a menu in his hand. His head turned around the room often, as if he was looking for something or someone.

“He’s looking for me,” you whispered back to Jungkook.

“That’s right,” he said as he began to rub circles over your clit. “He’s been doing that all week. He wants so fucking bad what I have.”

“Nughhh,” you moaned. You liked the possessive way he spoke about you. You swiveled your hips back into Jungkook’s groin as he dug his fingers into your clit. You wanted more. More of him. You could feel against your ass that he wanted more of you too.

“Put your hands on the glass,” he commanded. You complied. As you did, Jungkook pulled the hem of your skirt over your waist. You were now bare and dripping for him from the waist down. You never loved the feeling of being exposed more than you did with Jungkook.

“Fuck,” you screamed as without warning, Jungkook slipped two fingers inside of you hard.

“Your so fucking wet already. You like this, huh?” he goaded as his fingers slammed into you again and he flapped them rapidly around inside you. “You like that I’m touching you, and he doesn’t know, yeah?”

Jungkook buried his thumb into your clit and you let out an “ohhh.” You couldn’t muster much else. Jungkook always managed to steal your breath.

“Just look at him,” he graveled as he continued to fuck you with his hand. “Down there, waiting for you. He has no idea we’re watching him. He has no idea I’m fucking you right now. He has no idea you’re such a slut for me.”

Your walls compressed around him and your nails scratched against the glass of the window. How was this charade getting you so hot?

“What he wouldn’t do to be me right now. What he wouldn’t give to fuck you half as good as I can.”

“Please, Jungkook,” you sobbed.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Look whose needy now,” he said with a satisfied hum. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather him?” he stopped his motions.

“No!” you nearly shed tears. “No, baby, I only want you. Please, I want you inside me.”

“Just me?” his words were thick and laced with meaning, but in your lustful stupor you didn’t notice.

“Yes, only you. I only ever want you.”

With a snap of his wrist, Jungkook had you turned around and his lips crashed against yours. Your back hit the glass of the window with a thud, and you two began to claw at each other like animals.

“Fuck,” you called out and Jungkook grabbed a hold of your shirt and in one swoop ripped the front open. You heard the buttons bounce off and fall to the floor before his lips came crashing against your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. He soon had the blouse off your shoulders and crumpled to the floor as he worked away at your skirt. He couldn’t get you naked fast enough.

You pulled at him, pulled at his clothes, pulled at his cock until he too was a naked, moaning mess before you. You two kissed and panted as if you had been running a marathon. So desperate and so needy to have each other, you weren’t even sure where you were anymore.

“Fuck me, please,” you managed to whine out again between his bruising kisses. He hooked his elbow under your one knee and split you wide open against the glass. “Please, Jungkook, I need you.”

“I need you too,” he whispered as he brought his cock to your folds. You keened at the feel of him rubbing his dick over you as he soaked himself in your wetness. Then finally – fucking finally – he brought himself to your entrance and buried himself inside you.

“Oh, God!” you moaned at the feeling. “Oh God, I’ve missed this!”

“I’ve missed you too, baby,��� he whispered against your lips. He began to thrust. Against the glass, he fucked you. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t hard – it was desperate. Every roll of his hips meant something. Noise you made drove the other wild, and within mere minutes, you both found yourselves teetering on the ledge.

“I’m so close,” you sobbed.

“Me too.”

The days apart and the nights of torture had you both ready to spill, and soon your climax hit you – so fast you could even warn him it was happening.

“Ahhh!” you scratched your nails down his back and pulled his body tight against you. Your walls began to spasm around his cock that was throbbing inside of you, and each one brought you a new wave of pleasure. You were pretty sure Jungkook came too, but you couldn’t tell over the way he made you see the stars.

When it was over, the two of you remained still, against the glass, clutching onto each other as you caught your breath. He was still inside of you, and despite your leg beginning to ache, you didn’t want to lose the feeling.

Drunk from his orgasm, Jungkook pulled his face out of your neck and looked at you through euphoria filled eyes.

“I love you,” he said.