♠︎ thirty six [18+]

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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

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♠︎ YOU

You had never seen Jungkook this angry, and you fucking loved it.

As he hurried you up the stairs and into your room - it was the closest, and neither of you could wait, having nearly fucked right there in the kitchen - you considered how it had come to this. When Jungkook had left your bedroom two days ago, you'd been entirely confused, unable to work out what he wanted, or what to do.

But having the last two days to think had made you realise two things in rapid succession.

Firstly, your feelings for Jungkook, as confused as they were, were more than just sexual.

And secondly, you were absolutely terrified of the first realisation.

Because feelings beyond sex meant being open, and vulnerable, and that didn't exactly end so well for you the last time. 

And so seeing him like this - so riled up, so angry, that he was willing to forget about that terrifying conversation for even twenty short minutes - was a strange form of relief.

"What was it you said before?" he asked cockily, shutting the bedroom door with his foot as he stared you down across the room. "I can't make you come in under twenty minutes?"

You didn't reply, gazing at him. 

"I'm about to prove you wrong," he continued, voice low and promising. "Twice."

"Are you now?" you repeated, eyebrow quirked. "Those are big boy words, junior."

Your mocking tone made his jaw clench. 

"Do yourself a favour. Let's do this the easy way," he said, looming above you, hair still damp with pool water. "Say you're sorry for pushing me in that pool."

But the lust and anger fizzing in your veins were defiant. You were on the hunt for danger today. You were going to be brattier than you'd ever been, and you weren't giving in until the bitter end.

You leaned in close, letting your breath fan his face as you said, "No."

Jungkook bristled. His fingers curled into a fist.

"Now," he ordered. His jaw was clenched so hard it made a perfect line against his neck that you wanted to trace with your tongue.

"Are you deaf, junior?" you pushed, leaning into his ear this time. "I said no."

Triumphantly, you pulled back to contemplate your next move - but Jungkook had other plans.

He took advantage of your proximity to him, grasping your shoulders and spinning you around firmly, making you cry out a little. Before you could get your bearings he was pressed up against you, the muscular planes of his chest against your back, your wet swimsuits rubbing together deliciously. Jungkook didn't miss the way your knees buckled a little when his hard cock rubbed against your ass through his shorts.

A tattooed arm snaked around your waist, holding you in his grip as the other travelled up, over your torso. He chuckled, the sound fanning out over your ear and making you shiver. 

"It's too fucking easy with you, little one. You talk a good game, and then I press you up against my cock and you go weak for it. I always win."

"I'm still not saying sorry though, am I?" you faked a yawn, even though lust was pooling in your core at his words as he squeezed over your bikini top firmly, letting his hand meander up to your throat. "You're so fucking predictable, bunny boy."

Jungkook contemplated for this, his brain whirring, and then he was moving you once more - to somewhere you couldn't have predicted, actually.

Your hands went out to catch yourself on the wall, his body still pressed up against the back of yours - except now, he could see your front, too.

Because he had you pressed against the mirror.

"Did you predict me bending you over like this and fucking you 'til you screamed, while you watch me do it?" he asked, spanking you once for good measure, and grinning when you jolted. "Did you predict yourself limping after this, baby? Cause I'm about to make that happen."

Oh, I don't doubt that, you thought, but what you actually said was - "I'd like to see you try."

"Watch me make a mess of your pussy, baby," he ordered, pointing into the mirror as he yanked your bikini bottoms down to your ankles, his swim shorts following swiftly behind them. "Maybe then you'll remember your fucking manners and apologise."

Before you could tell him that it would never happen, he aligned himself with your core, and entered you in one swift thrust.

"Oh-!" the stretch of it made you gasp, and you saw Jungkook smirk behind you, one hand on your waist as the other went up to your wet hair, grasping it lightly. The other stripped you of your bikini top before he gripped your waist, hard. 

You rearranged your features, trying not to seem too affected by him being inside you, but Jungkook knew you far too well.

"Don't bother pretending, baby," he said arrogantly, pulling on your hair a little so your chin tilted up, exposing your face to him completely in the mirror. "I already know how much you love my cock. I'll break you over it eventually."

"In your fucking dreams," you spat out, but he only tugged your hair again in response, his hips increasing their pace, and from that point on you could say no more.

Jungkook fucked like an animal when he was angry. You realised that now, feeling the brunt force of every thrust of his hips, the way he gripped your hair tight to hold you in place and fuck you deeper than every thrust that came before it. Not to mention the way the hand at your waist left it routinely to spank you hard, his eyes catching on the red patch blooming on your ass every time he did it.

The reflection of him behind you, claiming you for his own like a trophy, all while looking so intensely hot, was almost enough to make you come.

"Shit, I can't wait to fill you up with my cum," he admitted, in a moment that seemed far too honest, his eyes not leaving your bouncing reflection in the mirror.

You just grinned at this, and watched him in the mirror as you replied. "I told you that you were too predictable, Kookie," you managed, eyeing him with amusement. "Of course, the bunny rabbit has a breeding kink."

Annoyance curtained his features immediately. "No I don't," he protested, spanking you once more and making you whimper.

"Oh, you're not thinking about filling me up with your cum, then?" you taunted, repeating his words from before. "About it leaking down my legs when you're finished with me?"

Jungkook still looked annoyed, but you saw his grip on your waist tighten at your filthy words, and you knew you were right.

If he really did have a breeding kink - and you were becoming more and more suspicious that he did, even if he didn't know it - you could take this one step further. You could.

It was a risk. But apparently, it was one you were willing to take today.

"You're not thinking about getting me pregnant, hm?" you ventured, voice low, but you knew he could hear you. "About my belly puffing out with your cum, and then a baby? Your baby?"

It was all a fantasy. You both knew it. You were on birth control - you'd discussed this many times with him, and he knew it too.

But it was the thought of it that made it so hot.

And as Jungkook's pupils became even inkier than before, you knew he thought the same. 

You smirked in triumph, knowing the risk had paid off. 

"See," you taunted. "Breeding kink."

"Fine," he snapped, tugging on your hair just a little tighter this time, your chin jutting up further as he fucked you so hard you could barely stand it. "So what if I wanna see you full of my cum, hm? I told you this pussy is mine. It may as well stay that way for good."

You mentally kicked yourself for revealing one of his own kinks to him, when he was already this good at talking in the bedroom. 

Jungkook's dirty talk, now that he knew he had a breeding kink?

Lethal.

"Gonna fill you up so good, baby," he promised, his pace increasing as your core began to tighten. "You want that?"

You nodded. "Yes, fuck yeah," you moaned, biting your lip against the oncoming orgasm, knowing that Jungkook was working out that he wasn't the only one with a breeding kink around here. 

"Good," he muttered, snaking a hand around to rub at your clit boldly, and you cried out in pleasure. "Cause once I've done it I'm gonna fuck you with my fingers. Hold all my cum inside you, hm? I don't want to waste a drop."

"Kookie," was all you could say in shock, gazing at him bewildered in the mirror, the way he stared back at you almost feral in nature. 

It was the most dangerous you had seen him look - more so than when he was angry earlier - and you revelled in finding this trigger of his, in understanding how unhinged it made him to think about breeding you.

He only spoke once more before you saw heaven, and it was a demand. 

"Come all over my cock," he ordered. "Give daddy what he wants."

You couldn't have denied him if you tried.

Stifling your moan hard with a bitten lip - because the word daddy was on the tip of your tongue, and his ego needed no more inflating today - your core clenched hard around him, vibrating against the pads of his fingers that still circled your clit as it slicked with your release. Jungkook swore, biting gently into your shoulder as you came, convulsing on his cock, which didn't stop fucking into you until he was certain that the orgasm was receding.

You couldn't even think, let alone speak. It was one of the best orgasms you'd ever had.

Jungkook let go of your hair and you fell forward a little, catching your breath as you observed yourself in the mirror. You looked like a blissful wreck.

"Now," he said, panting a little, but not anywhere as fucked out as you were, as he stroked over the red patch of skin on your ass. "Say you're sorry."

You couldn't fault him for his persistence, knowing that in the past, this was the point during sex that you were the most agreeable. But today, you had promised to hold out as long as you could. So you shook your head, eyeing him in the mirror with a defiant smile.

His glare back was so cold it almost scared you.

Jungkook pulled out of you suddenly, making you moan at the loss, but then he was moving you - his hands went to your waist and tossed you backwards onto the bed, landing on your back with a soft thud. Your limbs were too heavy with pleasure to stop him, and he crawled on top of you, ready to take his fill of you again.

Looking at him in the mirror had been one thing. But having him loom over you like this was something else; his expressions all revealed to you just inches from your own, as he lined his cock back up with your slick folds. The arm that you loved so much, the one decorated in jet black intricacies, was bisecting his abdomen, his hand wrapped around his thick, veiny cock as he made his way towards you. The damp black tendrils still stuck a little to his forehead, and you couldn't work out if it was water, or sweat, or both.

He was a fucking vision.

And before you could think too much about how lucky you were to have him, he was inside you once more.

"Say you're sorry, and I'll go easy," he said as his tip nestled itself in your opening.

"D-don't want you to," you managed, as he slid in, inch by inch. The angle was different, deeper somehow, as you gripped his waist with your legs.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, his lips hovering above yours. "You don't want me to go easy on you?"

You shook your head in confirmation, leaning forward to capture his lip between your teeth. "Ruin me, Kookie."

He didn't need to be told twice.

"Fuck saying sorry, then," he groaned as he eased into you fully, the tremors of your orgasm still vibrating in your core. Before you could adjust, he pulled out and slammed back in, the bed rocking in tandem with his hips.

"Oh!" you cried out, already feeling his cock brush your sensitive spot. "Oh, fuck..."

Jungkook thrust in again. "That hard enough for you, baby? That enough to ruin you?"

You shook your head, grinning at him. "More."

Jungkook swore under his breath as you said it, and matched it with another hard thrust.

Of all the boys you'd ever slept with, you knew one thing for certain - no one fucked you as hard as Jungkook did.

"You take my cock like you were born for it," he muttered, his pace increasing steadily. "I'm fucking obsessed with this pussy, baby."

"Obsessed?" you repeated, barely able to breath in the afterglow of your release and the praise he was giving you right now. Jungkook nodded, urging your legs up higher around his waist with his hands before he balanced himself either side of your head.

"Down bad. Whipped. Chained to it. Fucking worship it," he threw out casually, as though he weren't beginning to pound into you forcefully again, and shrugged. "Call it whatever you want."

You could have screamed and kicked your feet at how hot this was - a dominant man showing that he was down just as bad for you, as you were for him. 

Jungkook, obsessed. With you. It was all too much to bear for much longer.

"One more," he urged, his pace and strength increasing, his sheer muscular force making the bedframe rock violently against the wall. "Come for me once more, baby, with me this time."

At this point, you were too fucked out to do anything but nod. You let your sensations overwhelm you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mirroring the way your headboard struck the wall with every thrust. The scent of his skin - the faint chlorine of the pool mixed with his natural scent - made you tremble, gripping his shoulders for dear life as another orgasm rose in you like a tidal wave.

You vaguely remembered, before you tipped off the edge, him promising to make you come twice in twenty minutes.

In the end, it only took him twelve.

It was the sight of him that did it, gasping for breath as his features twisted in delighted agony, his lip ring pulled up between his teeth and the pink of his tongue and the cut of his jaw and those eyes, round and vulnerable even when he was destroying you, rebuilding you, reincarnating you-

Your brain was a blur, and then you were coming again, harder still than the first time, with Jungkook's hand snaking around your throat.

He followed you off the edge, swearing long and low against your skin as his hips stuttered against yours, the hot white spurts of his release coating your walls and making you glow with pride and satisfaction. Your pleasure felt intertwined with his - you both saw stars, both gasped for air at the same time, both collapsed into each other in a pile of sweaty limbs and mouths, as you tried to slow down your racing hearts.

Jungkook didn't wait long to pull out of you, and you nearly whined at the loss at first, before your back arched one more time. You gasped loudly when you realised what he was doing.

His long tattooed fingers had replaced his cock, holding his cum inside you. Just as he'd promised.

"That's it, baby," he praised, eyes glued on your arched chest and his fingers inside your slick core. "Take all of it."

Fuck, you though, clit throbbing at the sensation. It was just a fantasy, but it was a ridiculously erotic one, and you saw the way Jungkook's pupils darkened with pleasure as he did it, gazing down at the remains of his release on his fingers when he pulled them out, another kink of his successfully revealed.

He reached for a tissue to wipe his hand, and froze, looking at something behind the bed. 

You turned, and saw it too. 

Jungkook had fucked you so hard, the bedframe had left a dent in the wall. 

"Shit," you muttered. Yoongi was going to fucking kill you for this.

But when you turned back to Jungkook, expecting him to be similarly worried, he wasn't.

Because Jungkook was laughing.

You gazed at him, incredulous, as he shook with laughter above you, the muscles of his back vibrating under your palms. It was like a different man above you to the one who had just fucked you. How could he laugh like this - like you'd just done something silly and frivolous - after having just railed you within an inch of your life? Couldn't he see that you were still shaking below him with how good he'd fucked you?

"What the hell are you laughing at?" you asked, breathless and a little annoyed.

Jungkook's doe eyes were crinkled in a beaming smile when he sat up a little and shook his head.

"Nothing," he replied. "I just really fucking like you."

Time suspended for one long, silent moment.

And then it was your turn to laugh. 

Uncontrollable laughter seized you, and you gripped his shoulders as you did so. It was Jungkook's turn to gaze at you in surprise, the smile fading from his face.

"This isn't a joke to me," he said humourlessly, all of his mirth gone, as he made to climb off of you.

"No!" you pulled him back down onto you, finding his forlorn expression entirely too adorable. "Kookie, no, I'm not - I'm not laughing at you."

Jungkook paused above you, still looking unsure.

"I'm just laughing at how dumb this whole thing is," you clarified, as he watched you carefully with dark doe eyes. "We literally started this so you could impress another girl. And now... we ended up..."

You trailed off, but the stunned look on Jungkook's face told you he'd understood. His eyes brightened, lips parting. "We?" he repeated.

Your heart raced, fingers trembling, but you had gone too far to turn back now. 

You nodded. 

"Yes," you murmured, letting your lips wander up towards his. "We ended up here."

As much as you wanted to tell it straight - it was on the tip of your tongue - something was making you hold back. But Jungkook wasn't having it.

He had to know that you meant what he thought you meant.

His mouth rested on yours. "You like me?"

"Mm," you hummed, heart banging against your ribcage at finally admitting it.

Jungkook pressed one soft peck to your lips. "Really like me?"

"I suppose, yeah," you shrugged playfully, pulling back a little and shooting him a wry grin.

This time, Jungkook seemed to take the joke, placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. "Even though I just kicked your ass at swimming?"

Your first instinct was to come back with a witty retort, but you stopped yourself before you could.

You had come this far, after all. Your heart was half-way sewn onto your sleeve. 

May as well tell him the truth, you reasoned.

"Even though you just kicked my ass at swimming," you repeated, smiling up at him and how surprised he was that you had admitted it. "I like everything about you, Kookie. Flaws and all."

You'd meant these last three words as a slight dig - you couldn't let him get away with everything - but Jungkook didn't even seem to hear them. You watched as his expression burned brighter, the corners of his mouth curling up sweetly in that beautiful bunny grin.

Fuck, he's so cute, you thought. 

It was like you could see those words - I like everything about you - pumping through his veins as you said them, the way they made his heart warmer when they reached it. He was so transparent about the way he felt, so easy to read, and you loved the uncomplicated nature of him.

"Thank fuck," he said after a moment, kissing you gently. "I was just about to say the same thing about you."

"Oh?" you said teasingly, though you were glowing internally at this response. "I didn't realise I had any flaws, actually. Do enlighten me."

Jungkook thought for a moment, studying you. He knew this was a trap, but it didn't stop him taking the bait. 

"The frog obsession is a bit weird," he countered. 

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"You know, it's actually really sexist to say that the things women like are weird. Girls can have hobbies too, you know, it's not weird just because it's not makeup or clothes," you pointed out.

Jungkook grinned, irises sparkling in amusement. "Remind me what you named your family's pet cat again?"

Your stomach dropped. You must have muttered this to him when you were drunk and watching Iron Man, because you couldn't remember telling him any other time. At first you were tight-lipped, refusing, but then he moved down and nipped at your collarbone deliciously.

"Ah- okay, fine, it was Sir Hopsalot!" you conceded, gripping the nape of his damp hair at the sensation, feeling his smile against your neck.

Jungkook's tongue darted out to lick the sore spot. "Otherwise known as?"

You huffed, with no choice but to fully give in. "Ribbit Downey Junior."

This time his smile was even wider than before, resting below your ear. "Case closed. No further questions."

"Speaking of which, your obsession with Iron Man could do with some examination," you threw back, desperate to get your own back when he was acting this cocky. "The other day you watched that gif of RDJ's butt in the costume like a hundred times when you thought no one was looking."

"How do you know that?" he raised an eyebrow at you. "Were you staring at me, little one?"

"No," you retorted - a lie, you absolutely were - and poked his cheek with your finger. "I was staring at Iron Man's butt, obviously."

Both of you laughed at this, a comfortable silence falling over you as both of you contemplated what all of this meant. 

You knew, as he did, what the logical question for one of you to ask would be.

What happens next?

You were terrified of that question in particular.

Thankfully, though, he didn't ask it, instead rolling off you to reach for the television remote. "Wanna watch something?" he asked.

Your heart ached at how cute this was - his equivalent of cuddles after sex. You nodded, letting him draw you into his side, the way he had done when you'd watched films before, and you didn't even protest when he clicked on Captain America.

Normally, you wouldn't watch it. But watching it in Jungkook's arms, entirely naked, as he stroked your back and muttered quietly to you about what was going on, like an adorable fanboy?

Big yes.

Things weren't perfect just because you'd admitted your feelings, you knew that. This wasn't a fantasy. You only had two weeks left on this island before you both went back to different cities, and he became instantly unavailable. You were reluctant to fall again for a boy who may very well break your heart, so soon after the last one did.

And a tiny, niggling, insecure voice in your head was voicing the worst thought of them all - what if Jungkook went back to Seoul, to the model he'd come all this way for in the first place, and changed his mind? Nia - in your head - was insisting that Jungkook wasn't the type to do that. 

But Taehyung did change his mind, didn't he? replied another, nastier voice. What's stopping Jungkook from doing it too?

You reached out and shut that part of your brain with a decisive snap.

All of these doubts existed right now, swirling through some distant part of your brain. But they may as well have been in another galaxy, for all you cared. What mattered right now was him, the breaths that rose and fell in his chest, the way his fingers stroked delicately down your spine, and his low honeyed murmurs that patiently answered all of your questions.

And then there was the fact that he liked you. Really liked you.

All of it combined was enough to make you forget that question - What next? Because in this moment, here and now, you were happy.

And the future...

Well. That could be figured out tomorrow.

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