♠︎ sixteen [18+]

author's note

early update today, because I'm out tonight! depending on my mood you guys may get a very late double update tonight with a continuation of this chapter from your point of view 😉

also, for the pet name - you voted for it so 'little one' it is 💜(when i posted that poll i was really hoping someone would say princess but alas no one did so no princess this time kekeke)

warning - the next five or six chapters are like, basically just smut. enjoy!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

It had been two days since Jungkook had kissed you, and all he could think about was when he'd get a chance to do it again. 

He wasn't even sure why he had done it. But when you'd admitted to watching his lives, your eyes still bright at the excitement of seeing that damn frog, something in him had just propelled him forward, cupping your cheek in his hand and pressing his lips onto yours. He didn't regret it - in fact, he was happy he'd done it, happy he'd shown you exactly how much more enjoyable this whole thing would be if kissing was involved.

And not only that - you'd agreed to let him do it again.

All in all, a successful move. But it had been two days since then, and Jungkook was getting restless.

Today marked a week of being on the island. To celebrate, they were having a barbecue on the back terrace this evening, with Jin already aproned up and waving his spatula around like a deadly weapon, giving orders as the barbecue sizzled in front of him. Now, he was grumbling at Jungkook.

"Jungkook-ah, stop hovering around the barbecue, you're putting me off," Jin flailed the spatula, making Jungkook duck out of his way. "Go sit down with the others!"

"I just wanna help, hyung," he whined. It was true. He felt antsy for some reason, like he couldn't stay still. "Can't I help you cook?"

Jin narrowed his eyes at him. "Why? You think you can do better than me, huh? You little-"

"No, that's not what I meant!" Jungkook's eyes widened as he ducked out of the way of Jin's spatula once more. "I just want to be useful."

Jin huffed, but handed him an empty silver bucket. "Here. If you wanna make yourself useful, go fill this with ice for the drinks."

It wasn't exactly what he'd meant, but it was something to do, so Jungkook nodded and headed for the kitchen, bucket in hand. As he was scooping the glistening ice cubes into it, the feeling of restlessness returned. Why was he so on edge today? Could it really all be down to kissing you two days ago?

And speaking of which, where were you, exactly?

Though it was early enough in the evening, you were yet to emerge, though all the other boys were gathered around the firepit while Jin cooked. Jungkook figured you were probably still getting ready, but ever since you'd sprained your ankle, he felt a protective need to check you were alright every now and then. You insisted that it wasn't that bad - you'd kept it iced and elevated all day yesterday, and even Jungkook could see that it was much better today as you moved with only a slight limp - but he couldn't help himself. He liked looking after you.

Once the bucket was full, he thought about returning immediately - but decided to hunt you down instead. He padded up the stairs and along the corridor until he reached the door of your room, knocking gently.

"Come in!" you singsonged.

Jungkook pushed the door, looking around for you, and catching you emerging from your en suite, looping an earring into your ear.

"Bunny boy," you grinned at the sight of him, eyes raking over his plain white button-up and jeans. "You're looking handsome."

Ordinarily, the compliment and the nickname would be enough to rile Jungkook up. Not today. In fact, he was barely listening to you. 

Because the moment he'd caught sight of you, he'd been transfixed by your outfit.

All of you had agreed to dress up just a little for tonight - hence Jungkook wearing a button-down instead of a t-shirt - but he hadn't anticipated this. The sight of you, in a form-fitting black t-shirt and a matching skirt, hugging every single inch and curve of you as you moved, sent his temperature through the roof in mere seconds.

It was like the devil himself had melted you down and spilled you into it. 

Jungkook swallowed hard. "What are you wearing?"

You looked down at the outfit and then back at him, brow furrowing in anxiety. "Why, is it not formal enough or something?"

He put the ice bucket down on the chest of drawers beside him, and crossed his arms. "No. Take it off."

At this, you raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me," he replied, as calmly as he could. "You need to change. You can't go out like that."

In a split second, Jungkook watched the realisation dawn on you, and you reddened a little.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to wear, hm?" you seethed, and Jungkook was momentarily afraid that you were genuinely angry at him. "I don't know if you missed the memo, but women can wear whatever they like now. It's 2023, not the Victorian times."

"That's not... that's not why," he managed through gritted teeth. "I'm all for free expression. I don't give a shit if you walk around naked in Daegu. But you're not wearing this here. Tonight."

You gazed at him, puzzled and seemingly irritated, waiting for him to elaborate on what he meant. Jungkook couldn't look away from you.

"I can't have the others looking at you in that," he admitted, his voice low. 

He watched the expression change on your face, and knew already that he'd fucked up.

You were no longer angry - still annoyed, yes, but you had realised now exactly why he didn't want you in that outfit, and a knowing glint shone in your gaze. And Jungkook could see that admitting this had been a mistake, because you were almost certainly about to use it against him.

He couldn't help it, though. It was the thought of Namjoon looking at you in that.Taehyung looking at you in that.

It was making his blood boil.

"That is still extremely problematic," you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest, Jungkook doing his best not to notice how it pushed your cleavage up ever so slightly. "It's not my problem if other people want to fuck me, junior."

"Except they're not allowed to fuck you, are they?" Jungkook said darkly, feeling the familiar buzzing in his veins that always rose up when you spoke to him like this, taking a step towards you. "You're mine."

You rolled your eyes, but Jungkook didn't miss the rosy blush creeping along the apple of your cheeks. "So damn possessive," you tutted. "Since when am I yours? One good spanking doesn't mean you own me."

"How many good spankings then, huh?" he pressed. He was getting ridiculously wound up now and he couldn't back down. "How much is it gonna take for you to realise that no one else gets to have you but me?"

Jungkook saw the way his words made your pupils dilate ever so slightly. For the first time, he realised that his possessiveness was a turn-on for you.

Which was good, because he was feeling really fucking possessive right now.

You leaned forward, tilting your chin up to smirk at him.

"Why don't you come and find out," you goaded, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jungkook couldn't bear it any longer.

He reached around for the back of your neck, pulling up into a burning kiss. You gasped immediately in surprise but before long you were reciprocating, your hands going up around his neck to pull him in closer. Jungkook smirked, kissing you once more, opening your mouth up underneath him and savouring you.

It was nothing like the first time. This was wild and rough and desperate, exactly as he'd expected it might be, and although something about that first delicate kiss had been so memorable, Jungkook liked this just as much. He cupped your face with his other hand, holding you steady as he plundered your mouth with his tongue, loving how pliable and receptive you were to his touch despite your sharp words.

"You're so short without heels," he smirked as he pulled away for air, admiring how much taller he was than you right now as he gazed down at your face cupped in his hands. Every other evening this week you'd closed the gap between you in slender heels, but clearly your ankle was still paining you, and you weren't wearing any tonight.

"I'm not short just because you're taller than me," you snapped at him. But even as you spoke you were fisting a hand in the hair at his neck, leaning back up for another kiss.

"Sure you're not, little one," he teased with a laugh, lips brushing yours. "But don't worry-"

And in one fell movement, he had reached down, wrapped your legs up around his thighs, and brought you to sit on the chest of drawers, so your eyes were level with his.

"-I can make you taller," he finished, pleased with himself.

You tutted in annoyance, gazing at him. "Cocky asshole."

Jungkook stared back.

"Call me names again and regret it," he issued, squeezing your waist between his hands. "You know by now I'm not afraid to punish you for it."

"Names?" you asked, eyelashes fluttering in mock innocence as you pouted at him with infuriatingly kissable lips. "Don't know what you're talking about. I never call you names, bunny boy."

This was the final straw for Jungkook.

"Fine," he pulled your butt towards him a little along the chest of drawers. "Punishment it is."

And with that he was doing the thing he'd wanted all week. Running his hands purposefully along your thighs, he hitched your skirt up to your hips, and then gripped each leg with his hands, prising them apart.

Jungkook looked down, and froze.

It took every piece of restraint in him to say his next four words. 

"You're not wearing underwear."

"Nope," you smirked.

Jungkook swallowed hard. He gazed down at your core, pink and glistening and perfectly nestled in the junction between thick thighs, and nearly exploded right then and there.

Holy shit, he cursed internally. He was convinced you were going to give him a heart attack by the time this holiday was over.

You were so much better than he could ever have imagined.

Eventually he managed to speak again, though he still couldn't draw his eyes away from your core. "You were really gonna go out there in that skirt with no underwear on?"

You just shrugged. "I thought you might like it."

"You're such a bad girl," he gripped your thighs harder, loving the way you whined a little as he did.

"You love it," you smirked again, letting your arms rest on his shoulders. "Now what happened to this punishment, hm? Because so far, this has been thoroughly enjoyable."

Jungkook's jaw clenched, unable to take any more of your cockiness.

"Close your eyes," he demanded.

You eyed him skeptically for a moment, but then you did as he said, letting your eyelids flutter closed. Jungkook wasn't even sure himself what he was going to do next, but he needed a moment without your eyes on him to gather himself, because the knowing glint in your eyes was driving him fucking wild.

He could barely believe this was the same woman he'd carried piggy-back down a mountain two days ago. Who'd lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of a tiny green frog. You were transformed tonight, some kind of irresistible siren, glowing and glistening beneath his hands, legs spread wide, just offering your pussy up to him.

He wanted to bury his fucking face in it.

Suddenly, a thought dawned on him. An instinct. Something he thought perhaps he had learned from watching you all week, the way you spoke, the way you interacted with others. It was just an inkling.

But he decided to trust it.

"You wanna know something?" Jungkook asked casually, as if talking about something mundane, like the weather.

Though your eyes didn't open at this, your brow furrowed a little in curiosity. "What?"

Jungkook paused a moment, and then told you in a low, clear voice.

"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever fucking seen."

Your eyes shot open. 

When his gaze met yours, he found your pupils blown out and black with desire. Beneath his hands that still held your thighs apart, he felt them tense and writhe a little, as though you were trying to clench them together, if only Jungkook weren't holding them open. For the first time that evening, you seemed caught off guard.

His instinct had been correct.

Jungkook grinned in victory, knowing he'd just found another one of your weaknesses.

Praise.

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