(🤍: any gender user, ♀️: female!jungkook, she/her)

Jungkook was a pretty woman, everyone in that company knew that much. She was wealthy, successful and carried herself with elegance, walking down the corridors of the company with Louboutins on her feet and designer clothes on her body. She was thirty-six years old, married and had a five years old son, the kid occasionally being brought by the nanny to visit his mother at work. Jungkook was professional, she treated her job seriously and wasn't reluctant in scolding or firing someone who didn't do their job correctly.

You had started your job there a few months ago, worked at the financial department and consequently saw the boss a lot, specially during meetings to discuss profits or the company's financial reports. You knew she was married, had seen her son once while there, but such things couldn't stop you from absolutely desiring the woman like some wild animal. She always looked lavish, her curly bob styled and fluffy, her pink doll lips moist and glossy, her legs out as he mostly wore skirts and dresses, and the marriage ring on her finger did little to stop your eyes from roaming over the woman. She was older by pobably ten years, but you had always liked older woman anyways, and Jungkook was just your walking dream.

The work hours were near the end, the day already darkening to give place to the moon to be plastered on the sky. Jungkook was still in her office, and you had to give her the last week's report over the new launch so she could take a look and decide over the product being worth it financially or not. It was a temptation, to say the least—to go to her office when the company was almost empty and the woman was probably basket by the warm orange light of her office. It made you almost pray for some sort of self-control as you knocked on her office's door.

"Come in."