♠︎ thirteen [18+]

a note:

as with all my y/n stories she is slightly on the curvy side. it's referenced extremely rarely, pls feel free to ignore if you like imagining y/n as yourself!

*evil laugh* buckle up bagels...

MINOR TRIGGER WARNING IN PLACE. check the comments if you need to (but it will spoil it a bit for you, you've been warned)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

It wasn't long before Jungkook had an opportunity to put Yoongi's advice into action. 

Later that afternoon, the sun had slunk across the sky in such a blazing heat that nobody seemed able to muster the energy to do anything. They had plans to go for a hike in the mountains, but the warmth was too oppressive, almost suffocating, with no breeze coming off the salty waves to temper the fierce heat. By three o'clock, most of them had given in trying to even move; Hobi, Jin and Namjoon were passed out on sun-loungers in the shade, Jimin and Taehyung were lazing on lilos in the cool waters of the swimming pool, and Yoongi had presumably found the darkest, coolest place indoors to curl up for a nap in.

As for Jungkook, he was on a mission. 

After his pep talk with Yoongi earlier - not to mention the simmering rage that had been building since he watched the ice water droplets rolling down your neck - he still felt like a coil, wound tighter than ever. And he wanted to be in control of when he would snap; he didn't want you to ambush him like you had with the water bottle.

So this time, he went in search of you.

Leaving Jimin and Taehyung snoozing on the lilos, he climbed out of the pool, drying off nearly instantly in the oppressive sunlight. He wandered toward the house, peering in the window of the kitchen. 

Jungkook didn't expect to find you instantly, but he froze by the kitchen window as he spotted you, perched on the countertop by the refridgerator. Clearly the heat was getting to you too, because you were in a flimsy little sundress, short enough to make the possessiveness in Jungkook's stomach growl a little. The thin straps exposed your shoulders and the top of your chest, and would expose the bruise he'd left, except you'd covered it with makeup since showering. 

He grit his teeth at its disappearance. 

But perhaps worst of all, was that you had fished out a punnet of cold strawberries, and seemed to be enjoying them far too much. Jungkook watched the way you raised the sweet fruit to your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and biting down gently, eyes closing ever so slightly when the tart flavour exploded onto your tastebuds.

Instantly, he was furious.

How the fuck had you managed to ambush him with this shit again?!

He tried to rationalise with himself. You clearly didn't know he was there. You weren't teasing him - just innocently eating something. It just so happened that you looked intensely sexy while doing it.

But Jungkook was so frustrated, he was beginning to think your entire presence was put on this fireball of an island to fuck with him, whether you were conscious of it or not.

And so he made his decision, as he stepped up to the door.

"I warned you," he began.

Your head whipped around, eyes wide and blinking, at the sight of him at the back door. A strawberry was paused between your lips, and Jungkook had to fight hard not to linger on the way your lips puckered around it, the way they would pucker around...

Stop, he urged himself. Don't go there. Not now.

You released the strawberry after a long moment, gazing at him as you swung your legs. "What are you talking about?"

Jungkook stepped into the kitchen. "I told you to learn some manners," he continued. "Do you think the way you're eating right now is mannerly?"

The realisation dawned over your face, a smirk curling up one corner of your berry-stained mouth. "Kookie, am I turning you on just by eating a strawberry?"

 Jungkook's stomach twisted tighter, seeing the infuriating triumph spread across your features once more.

"Damn, bunny," you whistled, taking another bite of the berry. "Someone needs to get laid."

And if this wasn't enough to push Jungkook over the edge, what you did next certainly was - your tongue darted out to lick over the open flesh of the strawberry, staining your tongue pink, a small sound leaving your lips in delight.

"Delicious," you moaned.

This was the final straw.

Finally, after days of simmering in unfathomable arousal and irritation, it happened.

Jungkook snapped.

Before he could stop himself he was moving, crossing the kitchen in two long strides. With one hand he reached for the punnet of strawberries, casting it aside so that it overturned and toppled strawberries across the counter. But Jungkook didn't care, because his other hand was reaching for you, around your waist, pulling you down from the counter in one swift movement and trapping you beneath him. 

"That's it," he ground out, and was surprised at how low and gravelled his voice had become. "You've crossed the line."

Beneath him, Jungkook noted that there was a hint of shock in your expression, at how quickly he had dragged you from the counter and into his arms. But you hid it quickly, rolling your eyes at him.

"Ooh, I'm so scared," you teased. "What are you gonna do, bunny boy, spank me?" 

You were joking. But as Jungkook considered it, a spark of something dangerous and electric flowed through him.

This, after all, is what Yoongi had meant. Show her where the line is.

"Actually," he replied, voice laced with annoyance, "that's a fucking brilliant idea."

And before you could answer, his hands were at your waist and swivelling you around, pressing your back to his chest. He reached for your wrists, bringing them down until your hands were splayed out on the counter. A small gasp left your lips at the sudden motion, and Jungkook smirked.

"Oh, do you not want it, hm?" he said, still gripping your waist hard. "Maybe you really are all talk."

But you weren't backing down. 

"Do your worst," you provoked. "You don't have the balls."

His jaw clenched in anger.

Jungkook dropped one hand from your waist, smoothing the fabric of your dress up and over your thighs slowly. He could barely breathe, and from the way your shoulders and back had tensed, neither could you. The dress bunched at your hips, revealing the thick curves and delicate panties underneath, and Jungkook had to bit down hard on his lip ring in an effort not to touch you yet, his pants tightening immediately.

This was supposed to be a punishment, after all. He had to focus.

"I'll give you one chance to say you're sorry," he said now, in a matter-of-fact voice, into your ear. "Say you're sorry, and I'll let you off."

He didn't know where any of this was coming from. He hadn't learned it; Yoongi had directed him, but the words themselves, the pure animal feeling of control and lust inside of him, was coming from a place he had never tapped into before. He could sense you coming around to the realisation that he wasn't playing around this time.

But clearly, you weren't willing to fall in line just yet.

"I'm very sorry," you began in a vengeful, sarcastic tone, "for the fact that your trigger-happy dick can't handle me eating a strawberry, junior."

Jungkook nearly shook with anger, but it was laced with something else now: a certain hunger. A desire to win this round at any cost.

"Count," he ordered in a low voice.

"Fuck y- ah!"

Jungkook didn't let you finish your insult. He'd raised his palm, bringing it down in a hard smack against your ass.

He felt, rather than heard, the effect it had on you. Your waist tensed beneath his other hand at the impact, your head tilting upwards for just a moment. And if he wasn't mistaken, your thighs had clenched together, ever so slightly.

But still, you refused to count.

He tutted, as if he were impatient and bored by your insolence. "If you don't count, this will just take longer."

"Go fuck yourse- shit!" you were cut off again by Jungkook's palm against your skin. Jungkook chuckled, rubbing where he had hit in small, soothing circles.

"Shit, you're loud," he laughed, eyeing the open back door behind them. "Someone's gonna hear you real soon."

"Let them hear," you rasped with venom, but Jungkook could hear the exasperation sinking in as you wriggled beneath his hand that pinned you to the counter. "I don't mind giving them a show."

Ordinarily, this would set Jungkook's possessive streak on edge. But not now. Not when he had you under him like this.

"Neither do I," Jungkook said, almost casually, still rubbing your skin with a large palm. "Cause if they come in here right now, they'll see you bent over and moaning for me. A whiny little brat being put in her place."

And before you could object, he was spanking you once more, loving the breathy gasp that you let slip this time. 

"You really don't wanna count, huh?" he mused, gazing down at where a pink patch was now blooming over your skin. "Fine, I'll do it for you."

His hand came down again, squeezing the soft skin there afterwards for good measure. "One, for giving me so much fucking attitude all the time."

You just laughed. Laughed. 

Jungkook spanked you harder the next time, and the laughs stopped immediately, turning into gasps of pain and pleasure.

"Two," he counted, rubbing your ass, "for that little sunscreen display with Namjoon."

Now, you didn't laugh as he brough his hand down again, the silver ring on his index finger finding sore skin beneath it. "Three, for the water bottle."

Every slap made his pants tighter, until he was straining against them, aching. But Jungkook barely registered his own arousal. He was far too caught up in your reactions, in the way your thighs tensed and rubbed together every time he brought his hand down. 

"Four," his voice clouded with lust, "for the strawberries."

You hadn't broken in to interject since the first smack now, only emitting little gasps for each one, clearly trying to hold in how much they were affecting you. Jungkook could taste victory like a drug pulsing through him, rushing in his ears.

"And five," he finished with a final smack, "for no particular reason. Because I'm in charge, and you'd better fucking remember it."

You winced hardest at this last one, and Jungkook noticed that your voice had been slowly rising in pitch, making this last gasp feverish and breathless. He'd been moving closer every time and by the time he was finished, his thighs were pressed up against the back of yours, and he was certain you could feel how excited this whole display was making him.

But he didn't give a shit. He was drunk on control. On how when you turned your head slightly, your eyes were hooded and your lip was bitten, and he could tell that this was turning you on too.

Yoongi was right, he mused. Lurking underneath the surface was a whiny little sub, after all.

And it was sexy as fuck.

Jungkook pulled your dress back down, laying the silky material smoothly over your ass until it hit your mid-thighs once more.

"Remember what you said earlier?" he said, running his hand over your now clothed hips, feeling you winced as he brushed the swollen patch of skin. "About marking you in less visible places?"

He leaned in, feeling the thrum of victory in his blood, pressing his chest to your back as his lips brushed your ear.

"First your neck, now this pretty fucking ass," he squeezed the place in question for good measure, making your breath hitch in a mixture of delight and soreness. "Test me again, and you won't wanna know where I'll mark you next."

And with that, Jungkook pulled back, leaving you frozen against the counter.

Exuberance flowed through him, his palm zinging with the memory of it. He was hard as a rock, aching for some kind of release, but that wasn't important compared to one overwhelming realisation that made him smile in celebration as he left the kitchen.

For the first time, he'd managed to leave you speechless.

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