♠︎ twenty one [18+]

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  p.s. anyone else still sobbing at 2SEOKJOON at yoongles' last concert?

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

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♠︎ YOU

It was 11:59pm when the quiet knock came at your door.

You grinned to yourself. Let the games begin.

Taking a deep breath, you let the door open slowly, trying not to be taken aback by how good he looked as you arranged your face into a seductive smile.

"Hi handsome," you purred.

Jungkook's eyes were already dark pools of desire, and the way he stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, told you everything you needed to know.

He felt victorious after last night, riding on a high of confidence.

You couldn't wait to destroy it.

"Hey little one," he shot back, his voice low, as if not to wake up anyone in the surrounding rooms. "Can I come in?"

It was here that the deception started. "Um..." you said, knitting your brows together deliberately. "I mean, you can... but won't that make us a bit late?"

Now it was his turn to look confused. "Late? For what?"

"You know it's the hunt tonight, right?"

Jungkook blinked. "Huh? Is this some weird sex thing I don't know about?"

"No, dumbass," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "The hunt, you know - the scavenger hunt that Yoongi planned? Have you been listening to anything anyone has been saying today?"

His face was now a complete mixture of annoyance and confusion, not knowing whether you were kidding or serious. "Wait... is this why you told me to come here at midnight? For this hunt thing?"

You blinked at him in a perfect recreation of total confusion. "What? I didn't tell you to come here, Kookie."

"You-" Jungkook stopped, narrowing his eyes at you as he seemed to guess the game you were playing. "Stop fucking with me."

You laughed lightly, as if you had no idea what he was talking about. "Bunny, be for real. Why would I tell you to come here if I knew the hunt was tonight? We're all supposed to meet at midnight down in the kitchen."

Jungkook's face had now descended into downright adorable levels of befuddlement.

It was mean to do this. You knew that. You knew as well as he did that you'd led him on, that you'd given him reason to believe certain activities would be taking place here tonight. And normally, you despised gaslighting. But using it in a solely sexual situation, to see how far you could rile him up before he snapped and taught you a lesson?

Yeah. You could make an exception on this occasion.

"Look, I know you're desperate for me right now, but I think it's for the best if we put this aside for this evening, don't you?" you said now, seeing the mixture of confusion and anger on Jungkook's expression. "You can ravage me some other time. But for now, maybe try and keep it in your pants, junior."

You tapped his chest with a patronising smile, and then slipped past him, leaving him frozen in the doorway. When you turned back to him, you were happy to note that his jaw was clenched in the expression you recognised so well now.

Annoyance. 

"Well? You coming or what?" you called to him. He gazed back at you coolly. If looks could kill...

"Fine, I'll come," he grumbled, and in a lower mutter he probably didn't want you to hear - "but not in the way I wanted to."

You smiled to yourself devilishly when he wasn't looking. 

Tonight was going to be fun. 

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"Jimin," Yoongi warned as you and Jungkook shuffled in to join the other six boys gathered in the kitchen. "I told you, the teams are randomly assigned. And I'm not participating anyway."

Jimin tutted, folding his arms over his chest. "Pity."

As you and Jungkook joined the others to small murmurs of greeting, a spark of anticipation ran down your spine. Truthfully, you were pretty excited for this - you, Nia and Yoongi had begun doing this at sleepovers in middle school, and the tradition had been upheld ever since. 

But you were more excited to fuck with Jungkook by not speaking to him all evening.

After your phone call with Nia earlier - after Jungkook had come in and complimented you in his hoodie - you'd been thinking a lot. The way you'd felt this morning - satisfied and protected, perhaps even slightly warm and fuzzy - was not necessarily anything new, but it did unsettle you a little. 

You and Jungkook hadn't even fucked yet, and already you were imagining the heat of his body as you'd curl into him, the way he'd care for you afterwards. What it might feel like to fall asleep in his bed.

Begrudgingly, you had to admit a difficult truth to yourself: you were becoming a little bit whipped for Jeon Jungkook.

And, as an independent and unattached bad bitch, you could not have that.

So it was time to reclaim some control; at least, outside of the bedroom. You had to admit now that by the time he had his hands on you, you were pretty much powerless, but that didn't mean that you couldn't test him outside of when you were getting physical - hence the lie you'd told him about meeting you in your room, when you knew perfectly well it was the hunt tonight. 

You needed him hungry for you. You needed him to want this, desperately, more than anything else, before you gave in, to feel like you'd regained some of your power. And withholding it from him was the best way to make him crave it more.

You did, however, have slightly more selfless reasons in mind for torturing him, though. If Jungkook really did want to use this time with you to improve, it was important that he learned how to project confidence when he wasn't about to have sex. Clearly, that was bugging him - the fact that he came across as quiet or shy, when in fact the opposite was true once you got to know him.

Not that you thought he needed to change that. Jungkook was, as far as you were concerned, perfectly good enough exactly as he was. But it was Jungkook's choice, not yours, and he wanted to impress Yooba. So you were going to help him.

By pissing him off in every human way possible, until he snapped.

Yoongi had stepped forward with a jar full of popsicle sticks that had been washed clean, snapping you back to the present. "Ladies first," he said. He was asking you to draw your team mate.

You reached for one, grinning down at the name written onto the end of it as you eyed Jungkook with a knowing look in your eye. He smirked back arrogantly, clearly expecting it to be his - but instead, your gaze slid away from him.

"Hobi!" you said delightedly, turning to Jungkook's friend and enveloping him in a hug. "Yay, this'll be fun!"

Hobi beamed back at you, returning your hug, and you had to fight not to laugh at the pissed off look on Jungkook's face that he was desperately trying to hide with indifference.

Taehyung picked next, pulling out Namjoon's name as his partner, and then Jimin, who selected Jin. It was just Jungkook next, and the last popsicle stick in the jar could only have one name left on it. 

Your heart skipped as the only flaw in your plan unfolded before your eyes.

Shit, you thought as he flipped it around to show you your own name in neatly printed letters, and joined you at Hobi's side. I wanted him away from me all evening, stewing in his own arousal. I didn't plan for him being on my team. 

"Rules are simple," Yoongi began once all the teams were picked, sounding bored, before he turned and pointed at you. "You know them, everyone else doesn't, so I'll keep this short. Each team has the same four sets of clues to work out, each of which will ask you to go and find something from around the house once you've solved it. Bring the four items to me and you win a prize. That is, if you solved the clues correctly and brought the right stuff. All clear?"

"Any tips, gorgeous?" Namjoon turned to you across the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. 

You winked back at him. "I'm not giving away my insider knowledge, Joon. You're a smart boy, work it out for yourself."

Namjoon laughed at this. Jungkook bristled beside you, clearly unhappy with your flirtatious tone.

"Any other questions?" Yoongi tutted, clearly wanting to get started.

"What's the prize?" Jin asked.

"A new rice cooker," Yoongi replied, to which you heard gasps of excitement from around the room. Seriously? These guys value rice cookers way too much. "Anything else?"

"Are more clues available if we can coax them out of you?" Jimin retorted in a low purr, making Jin roll his eyes. 

"Great," Jin complained. "My partner wants to fuck the judge."

"I wouldn't sound so down about that, hyung, it might just secure us a victory," Jimin teased lightly, and you noticed that Yoongi, who was typically unflappable, was beginning to look a little flustered.

"Okay, can we start now?" you said impatiently, saving your best friend from further humiliation. "I'm already a bit tired."

Yoongi nodded, reaching behind him for three sheets of paper and handing one to each team. "Time starts now. I'll be napping in the lounge whenever you suckers are done."

And with that, he shuffled off, collecting a glass of whiskey and his phone on his way into the living room.

Immediately, you grasped Jungkook and Hobi by the arm, dragging them outside onto the terrace and shutting the door behind you, enjoying the cool night air that hit you. 

"Okay," you said conspiratorially as you huddled together, your competitive nature immediately kicking in. "I've played this before, and the best strategy is for one person to solve the clues while the other goes to fetch the items. It's the fastest way to do it. Do either of you have your phones?"

Jungkook shook his head - clearly, he hadn't planned on needing it in your bedroom all night - but Hobi nodded.

"Okay, great, me too," you held yours up. "Once we've solved the first clue, Hobi, you can go grab the item while me and Kookie solve the next one. We'll text you once we solve it so you can go get the next item. Sound good?"

Both boys nodded. Clearly, they were happy to have a scavenger hunt veteran on their team.

"Okay," you opened up the sheet, reading the first clue. "It has keys but no locks, it has space but no room, you can enter but can't go inside. Yoongi always loves a riddle."

Hobi scratched his head. "Can you read it again? I literally stopped listening after keys."

You grinned at him. "It has keys but no locks, it has space- oh, hold on, a keyboard!" you say victoriously. "Keys, space, enter - they're all on a computer keyboard."

"Shit, yeah," Jungkook took aback in realisation. "How did you figure that out so fast?"

"I've been solving Yoongi's shitty riddles for ten years," you shrugged, though you felt a tiny swell of pride at how awestruck he seemed to be. "Where will we find a keyboard?"

"There's one in the studio we met the producers in the other day!" Hobi realised with a huge smile. "A bluetooth one for Namjoon's laptop. Shall I go get it?"

You nodded and he dashed off. "We'll text you the next one!"

Hobi nodded as he bounded around the terrace, heading for the front door instead of the door you'd come through. You had to compliment his ingenuity - if the other boys were still in the kitchen and saw him heading for the studio, they'd know he'd sussed out the clue already.

A small cough dragged you back to the present situation - you and Jungkook, alone on the terrace.

A position you really did not want to find yourself in tonight.

"Come on," you said as casually as you could, wandering over to the coffee table on the terrace and collapsing down onto the couch next to it. "We gotta solve the rest."

"I mean, I don't think I'm gonna be any help here," Jungkook laughed lightly. "I'm useless at this kind of stuff."

You noticed that he was rubbing the back of his neck as he stood looking down at you, a motion that signalled he was feeling insecure. Heart twinging for him just a little, you shook your head.

"I'm sure that's not true," you said, gazing up at him. "You're smarter than you give yourself credit for."

"I'm not you. Or Namjoon-hyung," he said, with an expression you found it hard to decipher. 

"No," you conceded softly. "But that doesn't mean you can't do it."

You indicated for him to sit down next to you on the low outdoor couch, which he did, and you pointed at the sheet.

"Look at the second one," you said. "I have a face but cannot see. I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?"

Jungkook gazed at the sheet, the tip of his tongue poking out the side of his mouth ever so slightly as it always did when he was concentrating, before he looked up at you like an expectant puppy dog. Your heart swelled once more. Fuck, he was so adorable when he wasn't being a literal sex wizard.

"Um..." he said, pink creeping into his cheeks. "Well..."

"The trick is to just think about the things it does have, rather than what it can't do. What has hands and a face but isn't human?" you thought aloud, racking your brain. But Jungkook, seemingly, had already solved it, his face brightening.

"A watch!" he said, holding up the silver one on his wrist - which just so happened to be one of his many Rolexes. "It has a face and hands, right?"

You beamed at him. "See? Told you you could do it. You have to have more faith in yourself, junior."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, though his bunny smile was still plastered across his features. "Beginners luck. You do the next one."

"Okay, fine, but can you text Hobi and tell him we don't need him to get anything for the second clue?" you handed him your phone so he could type out the message, before picking up the sheet to read the third question.

"When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?"

Jungkook grinned as he put your phone down. "That's hard."

And it was. This one, frustratingly, took you way longer than you'd expected. You thought aloud to yourself, making Jungkook laugh at your train of thought as he tried to keep up. But after a while, it was clear that he was getting bored, because his hand had drifted across to just above your knee, stroking the skin slowly.

You tensed. "Kookie," you warned.

"Hm?" he raised an eyebrow devilishly. "Something wrong?"

You pressed your lips together tightly, shaking your head. If he wanted to play this game, you weren't going to lose. And you sure as hell weren't going to stop him either.

If only the feel of his hands on your skin wasn't so damn distracting. 

"No," you replied, trying to stay calm. "But you're... not exactly concentrated on the questions. I though you liked winning?"

"I just wanna help you solve them," he said in casual innocence that you didn't believe for one moment. "Carry on."

"Okay," you swallowed hard, focusing on the paper as you thought aloud. "Well... what things do we... sing for when they're alive?"

You had to pause often in your sentence, because his hand was starting to inch higher.

"It can't be a person," you continued, "because why would we clap for... oh - for someone who was dying?"

And now, it was nearly impossible to think any more at all, because Jungkook's face had turned into your neck, pressing slow, tempting kisses there as you spoke.

"S-so..." you tried, brain hazy and eyelids fluttering shut - "it m-must be an object... right?"

Jungkook only hummed against you, the vibrations travelling through his lips where they were pressed to your throat.

"Such a smart girl," he murmured, right below your ear, pressing a delicious kiss to the skin there as his hand ghosted up your thigh. "You're so fucking clever, aren't you baby?"

You froze.

This. This was the kind of praise you craved, the kind you wanted to hear, and Jungkook had hit it dead centre. You whimpered and nodded, the words coming back suddenly into starting focus, as Jungkook's fingers crawled ever higher, inching towards the place you wanted them the most, until-

"Oh!" you realised, making him jolt too. "I think it's a birthday candle. I gotta... text Hobi."

Jungkook watched as you did so, seeing the way your hands shook as you typed out the message, trying to control the pure lust pumping through your veins.

"That was hot," he chuckled into your neck when you were done. "I like watching your brain work."

You grinned back, ignoring the waves of heat that had just been building inside you at his praise. "Do you have a thing for intelligence, junior?"

Jungkook shrugged against you wickedly. "Maybe. Let's find out."

With that, he finally, finally let his fingers find your panties - and, most likely, the wetness that was already dampening your underwear. A sharp gasp left your lips and you threw an arm out, grasping the fabric of his shirt for purchase as the pleasure flowed white-hot in your veins.

"Yeah," he laughed, rubbing slow, torturous circles over the damp fabric. "I think maybe I find smart girls very fucking sexy."

His fingers swiped over you in just the way you liked it, something he'd clearly learned last night when he'd helped you come, and the thought of that alone was so sexy that you had to bite down on your lip to keep from finishing right there on the spot.

"Or maybe," he continued, dropping his fingers slightly to drag up the seam of your clothed folds, stroking you from entrance to clit. "Maybe it's just you that makes me this way, hm?"

Oh, fuck, you thought - the only coherent thought you could muster, as you bucked forward into his hand, seeking friction. Seeking release. Fuck, this is not good. 

For a plan that involved you regaining control, you didn't feel very in control at all.

And yet you did feel powerful, in a different way. Because you knew that you were smart - it was one of the traits you'd always treasured about yourself - and it felt unbelievably compelling that Jungkook had found this one thing about you so hot, especially when it had absolutely nothing to do with the way you looked. 

It was clever, the way he chose to play on this. Again, you found yourself in awe of the fact that he could do all this in such a short space of time; make you feel powerful and sexy, while at the same time making it very clear who was in charge.

"Come on, little one," Jungkook coaxed now with his free hand for the sheet of paper, shifting it back in front of you. "We have one clue left if we want to win."

"I..." you began, about to cuss him out, because you didn't how you were supposed to even read the sheet while his fingers were still rubbing you so beautifully - let alone solve one more clue. "You're not gonna help?"

"No," Jungkook shook his head, once again burying his face in the side of your neck. "You can solve it, baby. All by yourself. And if you do, I'll give you a treat, how about that?"

You nodded slowly, entirely entranced now by him and whatever this treat  may be.

Jungkook smiled against your jaw where he was nosing along it. "Read out the clue."

"You'll find me in Mercury, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus. But never Neptune, or Venus," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady against Jungkook's assault of soft kisses at your jaw. "What am I?"

This one was, actually, easier than the last - you guessed it was something to do with the letters in the words, based on how it was phrased - but it was absolutely impossible to solve anything now, because Jungkook had done something entirely unfair and completely sinful.

He'd pulled your panties to the side, and was now running his bare fingers over your slick, warm core. 

"Oh," you gasped out, reaching for his broad thigh and squeezing it, if only for something to hold on to. You wanted to look at him, to see the raven hair fall in front of dark eyes as he touched you, but he was still delivering a whole lot of care and attention to your neck.

"Carry on," he nudged you with his nose against your jaw, and you felt him smile into your skin. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking... it's a letter that's in the - fir... first words and not the second," you managed, the last words a rush of nonsense as you fought not to whimper. He hadn't had his fingers inside you yet and it was all you could think of right now, questions and emotions swirling in your brain and making everything blurred.

Focus, you willed yourself. What letter was in Mercury and not in Neptune? Earth, but not Venus?

And when were you going to admit that you wanted Jungkook's long, tattooed fingers inside you more than you wanted to win this stupid fucking scavenger hunt?

It was this moment of epiphany that, ironically, seemed to solve it. 

"It's R, We need... something that... oh... begins with the letter R," you gasped, bucking into his hand fiercely as he swiped over your clit.

"Fuck, that was quick," Jungkook laughed against you. "Good girl. So fucking smart."

You whined in delight at the praise, pleasure shooting through you, your hand coming up to curl into Jungkook's soft hair as he pecked your neck once more. His fingers still were simply rubbing against your opening, and you were about to go insane - and so, it seemed, was he.

"Text him," Jungkook ordered urgently, indicating with his head at your phone. You reached for it, the screen fuzzy, and you could only pray that you relayed a message that made half of some sense to Hobi with the way your hands trembled. As long as he brought back something beginning with R, you'd have succeeded.

"D-done," you managed, dropping the phone onto the table. If you were lucky, you had a few minutes before Hobi got back. "Kookie-"

"Ask me for it," he urged, knowing exactly what you wanted. "That's what I want from you from now on, okay? That's my new rule, baby. I want you to ask for what you want."

Shitting fucking fuck, you cursed internally. Not at the asking part - you knew how to do that bit, as much as you might resent it - but at the way he said it. So low, and sexy, and casually dominant, like he was entitled to have you beg for him to fuck you with his fingers.

That's my new rule, baby.

Holy shit. This man needed absolutely no training whatsoever. He was a walking orgasm engine, and you had a one-way ticket on the O-Town Express. First class. VIP Premium fucking Package.

"I..." you trailed, trying to think of some way to rebel against his order, but his fingers had now stopped moving entirely and the thought of getting them moving again was taking up all your brainpower. Jungkook chuckled at your lack of response.

"Come on, you don't know how to ask nicely?" he encouraged, nipping at your neck, but his fingers didn't move. "You don't know how to say, please fuck me? Please make me cum all over your fingers? You've got that smart mouth, baby - use it."

You were far, far too aroused to deny him.

"Kookie," you said, breathless. "Please."

"Please what?" he encouraged, dark eyes trained on you. He knew you would ask. There was no one on earth that could stand between you and this orgasm now, and you both knew it.

"Please... put your fingers inside me," you managed eventually, just above a whisper. "I need it."

It took a second, but then a satisfied smile graced his lips, his piercing shining in the moonlight.

"That's good enough for now, baby," he murmured, and then he was kissing you.

When he slipped one finger, and then another inside you, you were distracted by the curling of his tongue over yours. The stretch burned a little but then he sealed his mouth against your own once more and you were soaring with pleasure, his fingers finding a slow and steady rhythm inside you.

It was all too much. The scent of him, musky and addictive, that you caught every time he turned to check Hobi wasn't approaching. The way his other hand had come up to palm at your breasts over your t-shirt, making you moan out in pleasure. Jungkook had never touched you here before, and you could see the realisation dawn on him that you were particularly sensitive here as he rolled a nipple lightly between his fingers.

"One day," he promised in a low voice as he watched his own hand, "I'm gonna fucking paint these in cum."

"Oh god," you moaned, the visual of this way too hot for you to imagine right now without coming instantly all over his hand. 

"Just call me daddy, baby," he teased, nipping at your bottom lip. "God's a bit much."

"Oh, fuck you," you hissed instinctively.

Jungkook let go of your nipple instantly, his fingers pausing inside you. "What did you just say to me?"

You froze, afraid of yet another spanking - but it seemed that Jungkook was in a more forgiving mood today.

"I should punish you for that," he tutted at you, the dark doe eyes anything but innocent now as you writhed on his fingers for some kind of movement, but he wouldn't budge. "Apologise."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, far too turned on to disobey, though your instinct was to say it again but louder. Your apology was half-hearted, but again, Jungkook seemed to sense that this alone was difficult enough for you to say. After all, you weren't accustomed to behaving yourself. So he simply smirked at you.

"I'll forgive it," he conceded, his fingers beginning their hypnotic pace once again. "As long as you come nice and quietly for me so no one knows we're out here doing this. Can you do that, baby?"

"Y-yes, Kookie," you moaned, trying to keep your voice down, making Jungkook swear a little as his fingers increased their speed.

"Fuck," he swore, watching you as you bit down hard on your lip, hand twisting tighter and tighter into his shirt. "That's it. You're doing so good for me. You close?"

"So close... fuck, please don't stop," you breathed, eyelids hooding as you panted for air, feeling the knot in your stomach wind itself almost impossibly tight. It was impossible to want someone this much. It had to be.

Jungkook grinned. "You're really fucking cute when you're about to finish, you know that? You go all pink and fuzzy, like you're forgetting to be tough and just letting yourself feel it. It's adorable."

How the fuck was he issuing this downright heart-warming praise while he was still driving his fingers into you, circling your clit faster and faster as he worked you into a frenzy? You didn't know, but whatever he was doing was working, the words and his hands joining together to form a deadly combination that was going to have you screaming for him in ten seconds or less.

You were alight. Pure fire. 

You were going to burn everything down.

"I got you, baby," he reassured, feeling your legs beginning to shake as you lost the ability to speak. His tongue languidly found your sweet spot between your collarbone and your neck. "My smart little fucking brat. I got you. Let it go."

It was that pronoun that sent you off the edge. 

My brat.

A possessive pronoun, named for a reason. And you loved being his.

Remembering at the very last second his instruction to keep quiet, you managed to turn just in time to bury your face in his chest, a low sob muffling into his shirt as the orgasm washed over you. His fingers fucked you through it, slow and steady as you exploded, the fire raging over your entire body and jolting when he kept gently stroking at your clit. The rush was so euphoric, so dazzling, that stars spotted your vision, your core trembling as you came and came and came.

"Fuck," you lifted your head weakly to draw eye level with him. "That was..."

Jungkook just grinned down at you, looking aroused and intensely proud at the same time. "Hot as fuck," he finished for you, and you nodded, grinning back.

After a moment, a low hiss erupted from your mouth as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, and tapped your lips with the wet digits.

"Clean them for me," he ordered, his voice soft but firm. You were only too happy to obey, sucking your release from his fingers, noticing the way he watched with dark eyes as your tongue licked out over the tattoos.

It was at this point you realised that he must be hard too. Did he want you to get him off? But when you reached a hand out for his pants, he stopped it gently.

"Was this all part of your game?" he said instead, as you released his fingers with a wet pop. "Did you plan this?"

"You making me come while our friends are ten feet away indoors? No," you admitted. "But... you being this hot for me? Absolutely."

Jungkook tutted in amusement. "I should have known. You were way too fucking compliant under that waterfall."

You laughed, gazing at him in the dark moonlight. "I know you are still trying to get more confident in bed, Kookie, but I don't think you need it right now. You're great at that, once you're into it. But you need to practice outside the bedroom more, before we do anything else in it."

"So," he said with a hint of disappointment, drawing circles onto your leg now in a strangely affectionate motion. "Does that mean..."

You knew what he was asking. He was wondering if you meant it, what you said beneath the waterfall.

About having more to explore.

About not wasting any more time. 

"Not tonight, bunny," you caressed his cheek sympathetically, biting your lip as you gazed down at his swollen pink ones. Fuck, they're so kissable. "In fact... I don't think we should do anything for a little while."

His brow raised in surprise. "Nothing at all?"

You nodded. "No touching. No kissing. No sex."

Jungkook looked extremely put out by this, skepticism painting his features. "For how long?"

"I think a week should do it," you said calmly, seeing the shock and horror that laced his expression at the length of time.

You got it. You totally got it. It had barely been 24 hours since he'd brought you to your first orgasm and you had barely stopped thinking about climbing him like a tree ever since.

But it was for his own good. And yours. If anything, tonight just proved further that you were all kinds of whipped. 

"It's only seven days," you reassured him. We'll still have four weeks left at that point to, you know... explore. And besides - this will give you a chance to work on being a dom outside of sex too."

"So, you're still going to irritate the living shit out of me all week, but I'm not allowed to fuck it out of you? Is that what you're saying?" he said, his voice husky and irritated.

Your sensitive clit pulsed at the thought of this, swollen already from what the two of you had just done, but you pushed the sensation away. "Don't think of it that way. Think of it as... you get to save up all your punishments for whatever I do wrong, and put me through all of it in a week's time."

Jungkook seemed intrigued by this, at least. "That, I think I can live with," he grumbled, though he still seemed unsure.

"Good," you said, making to stand up and go back inside, but Jungkook pulled you easily back down into the seat, cupping your cheek with his clean hand.

"One last kiss," he demanded. It would be cute if it wasn't so fucking sexy. If he wasn't gazing at you like he wanted to devour you.

You nodded, and he leaned in to claim your mouth. It was as though he was trying to remind you of exactly how good his kisses were; like a promise to be fulfilled, the next time he got to touch you.

It made you question, for a moment, whether you could go without a week of his touch, because he felt so good it was almost unbelievable. But you knew this was the right move.

You pulled away as a sound came from around the corner of the house, and then Hobi was returning, a pile of objects in his arms and a look of disdain on his face. "You guys don't even wanna know what I walked in on Yoongi and Jimin doing in the lounge."

You laughed a little, the irony striking you that if Hobi had returned even a minute earlier then he might have found a similar display out here. Spotting the four correct items in his arms, you beamed at him.

"Good job, Hobi," you grinned as you and Jungkook stood, hoping that you weren't still flushed from your activities.

"It was all you guys!" Hobi dismissed. "You two solved those clues so quickly."

"That was her, hyung," Jungkook pointed at you, seeming almost proud of you, which made your heart swell dangerously. "I just... provided the motivation."

At this you glared at him briefly, but he simply tugged you towards the terrace doors, leaving no room for protests.

"C'mon," he called back, a satisfied grin on his face. "We have a rice cooker to win."

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