♠︎ thirty two [18+]

author's note:

sorry for the delay but to make up for it, this is a HELL of an update - 7,000 words!

expect spice here, because i am RILED UP after namjoon's weverse post, y'all. my man saw jungkook's recent antics and was like... hold my bicycle, bitch.

anyway - this is a longer chapter, but one you will definitely enjoy 😉

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

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♠︎ YOU

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone - and nursing a horrendous hangover.

A dry, swollen sensation clogged your mouth as your stomach churned, making you try to sit up - but your head throbbed so badly that you dropped back down onto the pillow. The pain behind your eyes was dull and consistent, and you could still taste the acrid rum on your tongue.

Fuck. Exactly how much had you drunk last night?

Though your stomach roiled violently, you weren't one to throw up when you were hungover. On the less fortunate side, however, you were one to remember pretty much everything that had happened the night before. 

And though some people preferred it that way, you would much rather forget any and all indiscretions.

Like, for instance, making Jungkook - a man you were still in the midst of trying to beat - carry you upstairs, or shower you, or put you to bed.

And before all of that... Taehyung's confession.

"Oh god," you wailed, pressing a palm to your clammy forehead as all of the memories came back to you at once. It came out in a hoarse whisper. "What have I done."

As if on cue, a knock came at your bedroom door. You could only moan feebly in response, and then Nia was breezing in.

"Ew," she wrinkled her nose at the sight of you. "What the hell happened in here?"

"Nia," you croaked out, eyes pricking with tears as you reached for her from below the covers. Her gaze softened.

"Oh, no," she murmured, crossing the room and sitting down on the bed next to you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. "It's that kind of a hangover, huh."

You nodded weakly, letting the tears wet Nia's t-shirt as you did.

Since you'd started drinking as teenagers, Nia had learned that you only had two hangover settings. One, where you felt a bit shitty but didn't regret having a great night out. Or two, where you'd made some drunken mistake, and were hyperemotional and embarrassed for the rest of the day. 

Today, you'd plucked for option two.

"Talk to Auntie Ni," she soothed, stroking a hand down your hair and pausing. "Wait - why is your hair damp?"

"I showered," you bleated out against her shoulder. "Last night."

"While you were wasted? You know you're a walking liability when you're drunk," Nia tutted. "You could have broken your neck."

"Well, I had some help," you mumbled, playing with a loose thread on Nia's t-shirt sleeve, glad she couldn't see your face right now. 

"Ah," she said knowingly. "Johnfuck was here, huh?"

You didn't reply to this, or the absurd nickname, and Nia knew she had the right conclusion. You remembered Jungkook climbing into bed with you, letting you nestle against his chest. Letting you fall asleep there.

Shit, you were so embarrassed.

"And is there a reason you got this drunk?" Nia asked now, when she realised you weren't going to respond. "You never get wasted any more."

The reason came back to you, and your stomach churned once more.

"Tae and I talked last night," you mumbled, gazing at your hands.

"Oh shit," Nia whistled. "So? What did he say?"

"He said-" you paused, wondering how to broach this with Nia, and opting to just tell the truth. "He said he loves me and he wants another chance."

Nia tensed beneath you. "You're fucking with me, right?"

You shook your head. "I really wish I was."

For a long time Nia was quiet with disbelief, and you replayed the conversation with Taehyung yesterday for her as best as you could. Your heart twisted at the memory of him kissing you - the way you'd felt like the years rewound themselves with just a brush of his lips.

"I told him I just wanted to be friends," you told Nia, heart and head pounding. "For now, at least."

"For now?" Nia echoed, disbelievingly. "Please tell me you didn't give him a second chance."

"Well..." you trailed, and Nia sat you up to look her in the eye. She looked stern and serious, and you crumpled under her gaze. "Ni, please don't look at me like that-"

"Did you or did you not give him a chance?" she said firmly. "After that boy up and left you in bed two years ago without so much as a goodbye?"

"He knows what he did wrong," you pointed out.

"Good," Nia nodded fervently, crossing her arms. "Let him be reminded of it every day - by the fact that he does not get to do it again."

The firmness in Nia's tone made you feel like you were reliving Taehyung's betrayal all over again. Without meaning to, tears welled in your eyes once more.

You weren't used to crying. You'd spent so much of your life putting on a front of strength. It was probably why you, Nia and Yoongi were so close - all three of you were good at wearing tough armour. But days like today, when you were tired and drained and overemotional, made your weaknesses shine through.

You felt fragile. And you hated feeling fragile.

Nia's gaze softened as she saw how upset you were. "Oh, babe, I'm sorry," she reached out to stroke your arm as you brushed more tears away. "I know you never got closure on how you feel about him."

"I don't know what to do, Ni," you wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your robe. "He hurt me so bad that I don't think I could ever go back there. But... another part of me still feels..."

You trailed off, unable to explain what you'd felt last night when Taehyung's lips met yours. It wasn't the fresh flush of attraction you'd felt with him in the beginning - it was familiarity, a sense of reliving something you never thought you'd have a chance to do again. 

But was that enough? To forgive him, and offer him another glimpse of the most vulnerable parts of yourself? You really weren't sure.

"It's only natural you feel that way," Nia said quietly. "You're remembering how you felt about him before he fucked up. But that doesn't change the fact that he hurt you. And if you just forgive him and let him back in, nothing is to stop him from doing that again."

As much as it hurt the younger version of yourself - the one who had relished in that familiar feeling last night - you knew that Nia had a good point.

You could forgive Taehyung. But you couldn't afford to let him back into your heart. Not now - and maybe not ever.

"You're right," you dried your eyes, taking a deep breath. "I think maybe it's best if we just be friends. Especially while... you know-"

"You're fucking the rabbit?" Nia finished for you, nodding wisely. You were too tired to comment on her phrasing. "Did you tell the bunny boy about what Tae said?"

You shook your head, recalling last night. You didn't remember telling Jungkook anything - once you'd gotten into bed you'd been too tired to think, so if you had said anything, it would surely have been garbled nonsense. "No, I don't think so," you murmured. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

Nia shrugged. "They are very good friends, though," she argued. "Maybe it would be for the best. Just to keep everything out in the open."

You contemplated this. Should you tell Jungkook? Nia was right - he was close to Taehyung. Would he want to continue this deal knowing what had happened last night? Even the notion of stopping your agreement with Jungkook made your head ache more - and yet you didn't want to keep anything from him.

"Baby girl, you don't have to worry about making any decisions right now," Nia stroked a hand down your back. "You're tired and emotional. No one ever made a good decision while they were hungover. Just rest, okay? I'll go get you some painkillers and then we can watch a film."

You nodded as she stood up, when a thought came to you.

"Have you seen Jungkook this morning?" you asked her, crestfallen when she shook her head. "Oh. Okay, don't worry."

Nia's brow furrowed. "Why? You want me to go get him?"

"God no," you wrinkled your nose, thinking of how disgusting you must look right now - although Jungkook had seen a lot worse last night. "Just - he must have left early this morning. I didn't see him go."

A weird discomfort sat in your stomach at the thought of it. Jungkook had been so insistent, before, about you staying with him after you'd had sex. So why would he leave this time? 

You had a strange feeling that something had happened - something you'd forgotten. You never normally worried about forgetting things when you were drunk, but now you were panicking. 

"What if he's upset, Ni?" you thought aloud. "What if I said something really awful to him and that's why he left?"

"He probably just left to go eat, or something," Nia shrugged. "Don't overthink it."

But it was too late - you already were. 

"Jungkook never eats in the morning until he's been to the gym, and then he goes for a run," you told her. "He has to exercise first or he gets all weird and jittery."

You paused after you said the last word, because the realisation had dawned that you should not know this much about a man you were casually fucking.

Shit, you thought. How did you know all of this?

Had you really been watching Jungkook that closely?

The memory of laying your head against his firm chest last night as he murmured film facts to you returned suddenly in dazzling technicolour, and you fought to push it away. After everything that had happened with Tae last night, now was really not the time to be thinking about anything beyond sex with a man you knew, for a fact, was into someone else.

No matter how nice it had felt.

Nia was regarding you with a cool gaze now, as if she wanted to comment, but thankfully she didn't. She left the room, returning a few minutes later with coffee and painkillers, both of which you accepted gratefully.

"So... speaking of being honest about feelings," Nia gave you a small grin as you swallowed the pills, "something happened last night."

You raised an eyebrow at her. "Did you and Namjoon do the I love you's already? Shit, that was quick, Ni."

"No, you dumbass," Nia rolled her eyes. "I... might have spoken to Yoongi. And told him everything."

You nearly choked on your coffee. "You did?"

"Yeah," Nia had a serene smile on her face. "You know what, it actually went really well."

Nia recounted the conversation with Yoongi for you, and it felt like an old bullet wound in your heart was healing over. As both of their friends, it had been hard to watch Nia suffer with her feelings while Yoongi was oblivious, for all this time; and now it was out in the open. Now all of you could heal and move forward.

"I'm really proud of you," you reached for her when she was finished, and she let you pull her into a feeble hug. "And I'm sorry Yoongi's gay."

Nia chuckled. "He can't help it," she shrugged. "Anyway, I'm making a solid effort to go after guys who like women from now on."

You watched her as she drew back, searching for the television remote.

"Ni, Joon could be really good for you," you sipped at your coffee again. "He's smart. Great in bed. Super into art, like you. And anyone can see that he worships you."

Nia snorted as she strode back to your bed with the television remote, collapsing next to you. "It's been two days, babe. This isn't some Romeo and Juliet crap where we're married within a day and feeding each other strawberries and shit."

"But Ni-"

"No," Nia interrupted. "Please. This conversation is over. I am not starting something with a guy I will see for the next four days and then probably never again. Pooki- I mean, Namjoon knows the deal," she said sternly, her eyes fixed on the television as she switched it on. 

Your heart ached. You knew that when Nia avoided eye contact, she was hiding her true emotions. Clearly, she hadn't expected to click with Namjoon so much when she'd come on this vacation - and you had a sneaking feeling she wouldn't be forgetting him as soon as she pretended she would, either.

"I wanna watch Moana," she insisted now to change to subject, as the television blared with light, and then her face scrunched in confusion at the screen. "Why were you watching Iron Man?"

Your heart squeezed again at the thought of laying here with him last night. "It was Jungkook's idea," you said in a small voice.

"You hate Marvel films," Nia gave you some serious side-eye. "You always say they're, and I quote, 'the overrated scourge of the film industry with lackluster storylines, uninteresting women and two-dimensional minority representation'."

"Well," you shifted a little in bed, huffing. "People can change their minds, can't they?"

"Mhm," Nia hummed suspiciously. "They can. But that sounds like the work of a coochie whisperer to me."

You bashed her with a pillow, as the titles for Moana began to play.

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You spent the rest of the day in bed beside Nia, watching Disney films and not doing a lot else. The weather was overcast anyway, and so neither of you felt like you were missing a whole lot. You spoke to no one else all day, devoured a pizza that evening, had another little cry, and fell asleep early.

When you woke the next day feeling fresh and new, you figured it was time to seek out Jungkook, and thank him for looking after you.

But he was proving to be a particularly difficult man to find. You went for a long run around the island, spotting him nowhere, and he wasn't in his room when you knocked. When you questioned Yoongi, he'd merely told you that Jungkook was busy in the studio with Hobi, and then swatted you away as if you were an annoying fly.

He's busy, you huffed, repeating Yoongi's words, slinging a towel off the rack as you switched the shower on. With something more important than me? Impossible. 

Part of you was still a little anxious. That maybe you had said something, or done something, to upset him or piss him off. You needed to just see him and talk to him once, to reassure you he was okay.

It was a natural fear of having upset a friend. That was all.

The rest of the day crawled on - Nia was off somewhere with Namjoon, so not even she could distract you - and eventually it was time for dinner. It was a strange affair, because you and Taehyung were talking now - a phenomenon that would take some getting used to. At least things were easier and more civil now, even if it had left you very confused.

Jungkook did not appear for dinner, and neither did Hobi. You went back to your room so nervous your hands were beginning to shake. 

What if you had really fucked this up?

When it reached eleven in the evening, your skin was crawling with anxiety. You had to go and find him. Surely, he'd be out of the studio by now.

You padded down the hall from your room, and sure enough, there was a soft glow emanating from under his bedroom door. Heart in your throat, you took a deep breath, and knocked.

"Come in," came the voice from the other side.

Jungkook's room was dimly lit, and he was sat at the computer opposite his bed, playing a game you didn't recognise. When you entered, he didn't turn around, and you glanced around the room, letting the memories wash over you.

The last time you'd been here, you'd had sex with him for the first time. 

"Hey," you said, pushing the thought away.

Jungkook glanced briefly at you over the rim of his chair, before he went back to his game.

"Hey," he replied. He seemed distracted.

Irritation burned in your veins, along with the anxiety from before.

"Haven't seen you in a while," you managed to sound casual, slipping towards him with a few small steps. "Thought I'd check you hadn't died in a freak bunny-related incident."

"Very funny," he bit back, without looking at you. "But I'm fine. I was recording with Hobi today."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Is something wrong?" you asked. You hated non-confrontation - you'd rather he just told you the truth. "Are you mad at me or something?"

"No, I'm not mad at you," he said. His voice had a ring of honesty - and it was unlike Jungkook to lie about his feelings - but still he didn't pause his game. 

You sighed. Maybe he wasn't mad, but something was definitely up, and you were going to get it out of him one way or another.

"Okay," you shrugged, changing tactics. "In that case, you don't mind if I hang out for a bit?"

Jungkook's frame tensed a little.

"Um," he clearly hadn't expected this. "I mean, sure, let me just-"

Jungkook made to stop his game, but you held up a hand.

"Oh no, that's okay," you dismissed him with a wave, crossing to his bed and sitting down at the edge of it. "You carry on. I can amuse myself."

Jungkook's back was directly to you, but he eyed you in the reflection of his computer screen. It seemed for a moment as if he might pause it - but whatever stubborn game you were playing, he wasn't going to turn it off without a fight. So he resumed it, tearing his eyes from you. 

You grinned. Time to have some fun. 

After a few minutes of watching him, you fanned your face in mock bother. "It's hot in here, Kookie," you remarked. "Do you not have AC?"

Jungkook didn't answer you, his focus on the game. He didn't even glance at your reflection.

Fine, you thought. Time for the next level.

You stripped your t-shirt up over your head, tossing it to the side. Following it were your shorts, which you wriggled out of easily, and you sat back on the edge of Jungkook's bed with a happy smile. 

"Much better," you grinned. The power that you felt when his eyes found your naked form, clad only in panties - you'd gone without a bra - flashed through you. 

"What are you playing at," he muttered, still not pausing his game. 

You just shrugged. "M'not playing. Just so warm."

"Put your clothes back on," he said calmly, seeming to have regained his senses. He was still playing the game, but his eyes flickered to your reflection in the computer screen more and more. 

You didn't obey his instruction. Instead, you leaned back on your hand, running a hand gently over one of your breasts, pausing to squeeze it for good measure. 

Jungkook's jaw clenched in the screen's reflection. Still, he didn't stop the game. 

You let your hand go to the other, and this time you let out a soft moan. 

"Stop that," he ground out. His teeth were gritted.

"What's wrong?" you asked, batting your lashes at him innocently as your fingers swirled over your navel. "I told you I could amuse myself, bunny boy."

With that, you slid your hand down over your panties, letting your legs fall open as you did.

"Oh," you exaggerated the gasp ever so sightly as your fingers rubbed over yourself, closing your eyes, silently wondering exactly how much longer it would be before he would snap.

The answer? Not long at all.

"Fuck this," he muttered, tossing the controller aside as the game stopped.

You didn't even see him move. It was so quick, the way he crossed the room in two strides, that you barely had a chance to take in the outfit he was wearing - a plain white t-shirt with dark grey jeans, belted around the middle. Jungkook rarely wore jeans unless you were having dinner or some kind of party, so he must have been doing something important with Hobi in the studio today.

You had just about reached this conclusion - and thought about how handsome he looked - when he was above you. 

He pushed you back against the bed, dragging you up towards the pillows as he lay above you. One of his hands closed around your throat. 

"It's been a while since I showed you your place," he squeezed your neck a little in his grip, his body pinning your own to the mattress. "Time for a refresher, huh?"

"Go fuck yourself, junior," you threw back, the anticipation making you bold.

Jungkook's expression darkened. He looked angrier than you'd ever seen him before, but his eyes were deep wells of lust. 

If you thought you stood any kind of chance at physically besting him, you were wrong. Not only was he strong, but he was agile - he had grasped both your wrists in one of his large hands before you could think, and then his other hand was at his belt, undoing it hurriedly. 

"Such a brat," he tutted, seeing you struggle in his grip. "We'll see if you're still telling me to go fuck myself when you're bouncing on my cock."

Yes please, you thought internally - but externally you rolled your eyes. You were still a brat, after all. You had to at least pretend you weren't bothered.

But pretending was very difficult when Jungkook's belt fell loose from his jeans, and you realised exactly what he intended to do with it. 

"I should spank you with this," he said, raising your wrists about your head and pressing them into his bedframe. "But I have a better idea this time."

The belt coiled around your joined wrists, securing you to the bedframe with such precision, you wondered if Jungkook had done this before. 

You pulled at the restraints, but Jungkook must have secured the belt with the buckle, because it didn't budge. You huffed while he sat back on his heels between your legs, grinning.

"You know, a real man can tame a brat with both her hands untied," you pointed out. Not that you wanted him to untie you, you just needed to provoke him right now. To see what he'd do in response.

"And a real brat doesn't get wet for her daddy when he chokes her," Jungkook shot back instantly, his hands gripping the sides of your panties and stripping you of them, leaving you completely bare. "But oh, look at that-"

One of his hands came up to stroke through your core and you jolted at the sensation, his fingers coming away glistening with your arousal, and he smiled in trumph.

"Victory," he mused, a fire alive in his eyes as he sucked his damp fingers into his mouth, "tastes really fucking good."

You narrowed your eyes at him even as your clit throbbed with how easily he slipped into dominance now. He barely needed to be pushed into it. "You haven't won yet, bun, just because I'm tied up."

Jungkook nodded, stripping his own shirt over his head, making you go a little slack-jawed at how magnificent he looked shirtless. "I know. You gonna let me prove it by making you scream?"

There it was. Artfully woven into conversation. Verbal consent.

Fuck, it was so hot when Jungkook learned what you taught him and used it.

"You can try, bunny boy," you shrugged, giving him what he needed to hear. "Go right ahead."

Jungkook grinned.

It seemed he was going to waste no time, either. Because the moment you gave him permission, he shifted backwards, settling his hands around your thighs, and his mouth at your core.

Oh shit, you thought, the buzz of lust intensifying so fast it nearly overwhelmed you. Oh god. His mouth. 

Ever since he'd run it over your clit with that ice cube, it was all you could think about. 

Fucking him felt good. Really good, actually. But Jungkook's mouth on your core was what you had wanted all this time, and it seemed like he knew it, because what he said next was just downright cruel.

"You come, and you're in so much fucking trouble," he warned as he gazed up at you, bracketed by your thighs. "Be a good girl and hold it."

You could have sobbed. He was giving you the one thing you'd wanted, and wasn't going to let you enjoy it.

But before you could protest, his tongue licked a bold stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Immediately, you were straining at the belt around your wrists, biting your lip to keep from moaning. 

Jungkook knew what he was doing. His mouth was slow but deliberate, the movements sensual, varying the pressure depending on where he was concentrating his attention. His tongue found your clit and swirled around it, humming as he did so to make vibrations fan out throughout your core. When you tensed at this he'd release it playfully, lapping once more at your entrance which was definitely slick and leaking with arousal by now. 

God, this was going to be difficult. You already felt like you were on the edge.

When his tongue swiped over your clit with short, rapid movements, you finally let a moan burst from your lips. The pleasure was like fire in your veins and it couldn't be stopped - your core began to twist in ecstasy, legs shaking around him. 

"Oh god," you let out in a moment of wild desire. "Yes-"

But Jungkook pulled back right at the last moment, grinning up at you with damp lips as the orgasm receded from you. 

"Something wrong?" he asked, his smirk so wide it showed the brilliant white of his teeth.

You could have slapped him and kissed him at the same time.

Instead, you shook your head.

Jungkook nodded. "Good." And then his mouth was back on you once more. 

You didn't know how long he continued this exquisite torture for. It could have been hours - it certainly felt like it. He brought you to the edge over and over again - and every single time he denied it to you.

All you wanted, for the entire ordeal, was to slip your hands from the belt and dig them into his soft black hair and grind your hips up into his face until you came. It was killing you not to have his hair between your fingers.

By the time he stopped you were reduced to a puddle in the middle of the mattress, nothing but a swollen, slick set of nerves that the rest of your body answered to like a siren call. You were a mess, entirely at his mercy.

Deep down, you loved it.

Jungkook let your clit go one final time, an eternity later, glancing up at you. He'd denied you the orgasm so many times now that you had gone a little slack-jawed, eyes glassy, and you knew that the sight made him even more aroused.

"Good girl," he praised.

"Kookie," you managed in one breath. You couldn't say anything more - your pride wouldn't let you - but you hoped he gleaned the meaning from this one call of his name. Please, let me come.

But Jungkook was tutting and shaking his head. 

"No," he said softly, easing himself out of his jeans and his briefs until he too was naked. "Daddy wants to get off too. And you wanna make me happy, hm?"

You wished, beyond anything else, that you could refuse. But who were you to say no to an aroused, naked Jeon Jungkook, who knelt before you with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, and gazing at you like you were his last meal?

There really was no choice.

You nodded, whimpering as you did, and he grinned. 

"Good choice, baby," he aligned his cock with your core. "I'm proud of you."

He slid into you with those four magic words, and you thought you might explode.

"Shit," he hissed out at the exact same time you did. He was marvelling at how tight you were, while you were trying desperately not to come. It was almost impossible when he gave you very little time to adjust, pulling out from the snug fit and back in again, so deep you nearly screamed. 

The pleasure Jungkook was feeling was etched onto his face. "You feel so fucking good, baby," he groaned, his hips working into a slow rhythm as he held your waist steady. "The best I've ever had."

It was the honesty in his voice that got you. Jungkook was always honest, you were learning that about him. He wasn't bothered by manipulation or deceit. He wore his heart on his sleeve - so if he told you that you were the best, he really meant it.

The praise practically made you glow.

Jungkook saw the way it affected you, narrowing his eyes. "That doesn't mean you get to come yet," he tutted, the pace increasing a little and making you gasp. "Be patient."

You didn't want to look at him, and yet you couldn't look away. He was like an avenging angel, dark damp ribbons of hair falling messily in front of his face as he loomed over you, holding your thighs snug against his cock with large hands. The light glinted off his lip ring and you strained at the belt, wanting desperately to reach forward and run your fingers over his mouth, but the restraint held firm. 

Jungkook saw your struggle, and grinned.

"You ready to call me daddy yet, baby?" he asked, knowing your resolve was slipping. But you shook your head resolutely.

"I never will," you told him through gritted teeth.

Jungkook's eyes darkened, and you marvelled at how easily he slipped between praise and punishment. "Have it your way, then," his grip on your hips tightened. "Hold it."

And then he was fucking you so hard, you really did scream.

"Kookie!" you squealed, his cock deeper than anyone else had ever been. "Oh - fuck!"

It was merciless and relentless, like nothing else you had felt before. There was a sheer muscular strength in him you'd seen in nobody else, that dragged you onto his cock over and over again, making your whole body ring out with every deep thrust. His mouth had gotten you so close to the edge but it was his cock that was going to send you over it, long and thick and touching a sensitive spot inside you that made you tremble with pleasure.

Jungkook watched you as he did it, barely even breaking a sweat. 

"Tell me who's fucking pussy this is," he said - voice quiet, but firm. 

After all, he was fucking you so hard right now that the bed frame shook violently. Jungkook had no need to raise his voice to exercise control. 

"Tell me," he urged, when you didn't reply. Your whole body was on fire, your grip on resistance slipping fast, as you hurtled towards an orgasm once more. You knew what you would have to give up to get it, and you had reached the point beyond caring. You needed to come - dignity would have to wait. 

"Yours," you managed, barely a whispered moan as he pounded into you. "It's yours."

Jungkook's dark eyes glowed as he watched you relenting to him. "Damn fucking right it is," he muttered.

His possessiveness was turning you on beyond belief. You needed to come soon, or you thought your whole body might collapse in on itself and implode.

"You were such a good girl, holding it for me all this time," he continued, eyes flickering to where your hands still strained against the belt. Your core throbbed with the need to break free and draw him closer to you, but the belt still resisted your pull. "Because you know this needy little pussy is mine, don't you? You love making your daddy happy."

Oh shit, you thought, biting a lip hard to stave off the orgasm. Not the dirty talk. 

You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to control yourself if Jungkook was going to talk like this. It was a skill he'd clearly mastered for a long time. You whined as his pace increased again, unable to even voice how close you were to the edge.

Jungkook chuckled as your hips bucked in his hands. You had no idea how he was able to speak, let alone laugh, when he was fucking you this hard. "So needy," he mused, eyes catching on your bitten lip. "You're just a needy little sub. And all of this, just for me."

"Yes," you breathed, grasping the belt with your hand and squeezing it so hard you thought it might cut your skin, as your thighs began to tremble. "Oh, god... Kookie-"

"Say it," he urged, hips pounding into yours. 

You were too far gone to deny him this. You would do anything - anything - to come.

"I'm - oh, fuck - I'm your needy little sub," you choked out, too fucked out to care about him getting this confession out of you. 

He had won this round the minute he tied you to the bedpost.

"That's right." his hands dug into your hips, bringing you onto his cock so hard and so deep you had to withhold a scream. "You're my sub. No one else's. You got that, baby?"

Something clicked for you at the possession in his words. It wasn't like before - when he'd been jealous of the others and the way you flirted with Namjoon. It was more than that. He was trying to tell you something - you just wished you knew what it was.

Not a second later, Jungkook's hand shot out to grip your chin, tilting your gaze to meet his. The look in his eyes was so hungry, so dominant, you nearly came on the spot.

"Mine," he repeated, forcing your gaze to lock with his. You saw the truth reflected there in his dark irises, burning with lust.

Jungkook knew about Taehyung's confession.

The confusion of this revelation was too much to handle. This must have been why he was acting so weird with you when you came into his room. You couldn't work out if you'd told him last night, or if he'd found out from somewhere else. 

Either way, he knew. And he clearly wasn't happy about it.

You pushed it away now, focusing only on the pleasure and finding a way to convince Jungkook to let you have it. The orgasm was so near to you now that you could nearly taste it, and the near-pornographic image of Jungkook looming above you as he fucked you within an inch of your life wasn't exactly helping you to control it.

You searched for words in the haze of pleasure, but you could find none there. "Please," was all you could manage. "Kookie..."

Thankfully, Jungkook was seemingly done with denial. He nodded, and you let out a sob of relief.

"Come for daddy, baby," he ordered in a low voice, one hand finding your swollen clit and rubbing it boldly. 

The world descended into an ocean of light as your back arched upwards, and you touched heaven. 

Every single time he had denied you this had made it so much sweeter when it came. The orgasm was so strong it made you convulse, screaming out his name as your legs trembled violently in his grip. Your core felt slick as it buzzed with pleasure, the blood rushing in your ears as one single word rang out in your mind, the one that had pushed you so close to the edge when he'd said it.

Mine.

The knowledge that Jungkook was aware of how Taehyung felt about you, and had responded to that by declaring that you were his, was still ringing in the back of your mind, swirling among the chaos of your release. So was the thought that belonging to Jungkook sounded so delicious you never wanted him to let you go.

This would have repercussions, you just knew it. There'd be consequences. Complications. And in the throes of the most incredible orgasm of your life, you couldn't bring yourself to give a fuck about any of them.

Slowly the world returned to you, the low murmurs of encouragement from Jungkook coming into earshot, and you took deep trembling breaths, exhausted from everything he'd put you through. But Jungkook wasn't finished yet. The orgasm began to recede from your core as his thrusts sped up, his face looking tortured, and you knew he was on the edge too. 

You noticed, through the haze of afterglow, that his eyes were trained on your chest, bouncing with every fervent thrust of his hips.

The words he'd said to you, on the terrace during the scavenger hunt as he palmed your breasts, returned to you all of a sudden.

One day, I'm gonna fucking paint these in cum. 

Something deep in your soul told you that he was replaying this same promise in his own head right now.

"Do it," you urged him with the only words you could form right now, gripping his hips tighter with your legs as his thrusts became erratic and stuttered, ignoring the sensitivity as your orgasm wore off. You wanted him to come - you could deal with a little overstimulation.

Jungkook's eyes snapped to yours, checking you were serious. 

You didn't hesitate to nod. 

He was fucking up into you one more time, then another, and then he pulled himself from you, wrapping his tattooed hand around his length as he came all over your chest and stomach, painting you with his release. The warm stickiness of it was strangely arousing, and when one small drop landed at the corner of your mouth you let your tongue dart out for the salty liquid, eyes not leaving his own as he watched you do it.

"Fucking hell," he groaned at the sight of you savouring the taste. Your own core throbbed in response, still buzzing from the orgasm. He looked so hot when he came, raven hair clinging to his forehead and his teeth catching his lip ring, the moans he released so low and gravelled that they buzzed through you like a drug.

Fucking hell indeed, you thought, watching as Jungkook's cock slowed in his palm. That was something else.

For a long time, only your mingled panting breaths punctuated the silence. Jungkook was gazing down at your body, streaked with his release, as if he'd never seen anything so hot in his life. You wanted to make some witty comment about how whipped he was, but your brain was too befuddled from the mind-bending orgasm he'd given you moments before. 

Eventually, before you could speak, Jungkook squeezed your hip gently. "Wait here," he said, clambering off the bed and moving into his en suite. 

As if I have a choice, you thought, your hands still bound tight to the bedframe. When he returned, he was holding a towel he'd dipped in hot water, and he brushed it slowly over your chest, cleaning you off carefully.

"You okay?" he asked, and when you lifted your gaze you saw his eyes had rounded out, doe-like and innocent all of a sudden. It nearly gave you whiplash.

Where the fuck did the sex demon who possessed him not one minute ago disappear to?

You nodded when you snapped from your reverie, feeling the ache in your arms from where they'd been still for too long. "Can you undo me?" you asked, seeing him nod and reach for the belt. 

The moment he loosened it you gasped a little at the ache, blood flowing back into your arms as they lowered from above your head. Jungkook cast the warm towel aside and reached for both wrists, holding them in his hands and inspecting the pink marks the belt had left. At first you were unsure what he would do - after all, the pair of you had never really done aftercare together before - but it seemed Jungkook was following his instincts.

He lowered his mouth to one of your wrists, and pressed his lips over the mark. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, heart racing as his soft mouth moved to the other wrist, repeating the movement. The touch was light as the brush of a bird's wing, sending sparks from your wrist into the pool of your stomach. It drove you wild with desire, the way he was so caring and so sexy in equal measure, that you didn't even think before you acted.

Your hand wound into the hair at the back of his neck, and you pulled his lips down onto yours. 

Jungkook let out a soft sound of surprise - before his mouth was molding into your own. In all your activities so far, you had only ever kissed once afterwards - the night you'd gone to his room, and ended up riding his thigh. Then, he'd kissed you after you came - and you'd drawn back, not liking the intimacy it had encouraged. But this kiss...

This kiss you would not pull away from, intimacy be damned.

He tasted like you, and like himself, and you revelled in it, letting him lick lazily into your mouth. The memory of kissing him for the first time on the mountain rose in your mind, unbidden but not unwelcome. The fresh smell of the forest surrounded you. The way his lips had been so soft, so surprisingly gentle. The way you'd felt like you'd grant him anything, if only he'd kiss you that way again.

Perhaps you'd known then, that kissing him would always be like this.

Jungkook drew back a little, letting you catch your breath as his hand stroked through your hair. "You sure you're okay?" he said now, dark eyes trained on you in concern. "That was... a lot."

You nodded, glad he was so concerned, but also knowing he had no reason to worry. "I liked it," you told him with a smile, letting his body rest comfortably over yours. "Did you?"

He gave you a bunny-like smile - far too innocent for what he'd just done. "I've never done that," he admitted. "You know - tied someone up before."

"Wanna do it again?" you murmured, brushing your lips against his. "Because I'm very open to you punishing me that way as many times as you like, bunny boy."

Jungkook didn't need to respond. The lust that flashed through his eyes was enough to tell you exactly what he thought about tying you up again.

"Maybe we could do more of that," Jungkook said eventually, as if he'd read your mind. "You know... before we go home. I think I wanna explore different stuff - if that's okay with you."

You nodded, knowing that really, unless you were going to explore his kinks, your lessons with him were over. There was very little left to teach him, and the thought made your heart squeeze. "Kookie, you're great at all of this. So if you want to try out some new stuff, I'm game."

He grinned, and you could only imagine the things that he wanted to put you through over the next two weeks. The afterglow of your orgasm burned a little brighter at the thought of it, but you pushed it away. There was something you needed to confront him about.

"Um," you said, your heart in your throat as you remembered that what he'd hinted at while he was fucking you - that maybe, he knew about what Taehyung had said. "We should talk about the other night."

The sparkle of lust in his eyes faded a little, but he nodded resolutely. "Yeah, we should," he murmured. But then he kissed you again, and you almost forgot what you were even talking about.

Jungkook's kisses were like slipping into a dreamless sleep. You thought of last night, of his warm body against yours. Of how good it had felt to fall asleep on his chest.

The thoughts terrified you. You pushed them away, determined to bring your emotions in line with what your body was going through right now.

"Maybe... we could talk later," you said eventually, letting his lips trail to your neck as you caught his soft raven hair in your fingers. Already, you felt the knot in your core begin to retie itself, and though you cursed it for being so needy for him, you knew it was better than overthinking your emotions.

"Oh?" Jungkook mumbled against your neck, his fingers trailing down your bare sides. "Did you have another activity in mind before you wanna talk?"

You grinned. Fuck it, you let go of your reservations. You're already here. May as well have some fun.

"I have some ideas," you murmured, before taking advantage of his distracted state and flipping him onto his back. He eyed you with wonder as you slung a leg over his hips, settling right over his cock, that was already stirring again. The way his gaze raked over your entire body, from where your core met his abdomen all the way up to the flush of your neck, made you shiver.

"I forgot this was your favourite position," he said candidly, watching you with intent as you reached back and stroked his cock slowly. It didn't take long for him to be fully hard once more, groaning at your touch.

"You just sit back and relax, junior," you teased, aligning your entrance with his length. "Let the expert show you how it's done."

Jungkook's gaze narrowed, but then he was smirking. "Play all you want, baby, but I know how badly you want it now. Maybe I should start calling you my needy little cowgirl, instead."

"Well, you know what they say," you grinned down at him, sinking onto his cock and watching his abdomen tense at the sensation. "Save a horse, ride a bunny."

Jungkook's eyes were black as coal. 

"I second that," he groaned, gripping your hips as they began to move. 

And for the second time that night, you let Jeon Jungkook show you heaven.

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