♠︎ forty [18+]

sorry for lateness! work is crazy. i hope you like this one!

CHAPTER FORTY

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook was riding a high that evening. 

In the space of a day, he had skydived thousands of feet and kissed you afterwards, exposing his feelings for you to his band members. Two momentous events that probably should have left him feeling physically and emotionally drained. 

Instead, he was energised. As if jumping from that plane and kissing you had renewed him, somehow.

This was partly due to his hyungs' reactions. As the youngest, he had always cared about what his older friends thought of him, and whether they approved of what he did. He had been worried that they might judge him for diving into something so quickly; or worse, judge you for getting involved with Jungkook when you had history with Taehyung. 

But only Yoongi really knew about that, and he didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, when they all descended on the kitchen for dinner, he spared no time in ripping Jungkook to shreds amusedly. 

"Here comes the lovesick puppy," he declared with a smirk, as Jungkook entered the kitchen to find the majority of his hyungs already gathered for dinner, Jin finishing off the meat in a pan over the stove. "Been shot by any more of Cupid's arrows today, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook tutted, but he was grinning. "Shut up, Yoongi-hyung."

Yoongi's smirk wore off, and he smiled genuinely at Jungkook. "Seriously, Jungkookie. I'm happy for you, that it turned out this way. I think you're good for her."

Jungkook couldn't contain the blush that raged across his cheeks. He hadn't spoken to Yoongi about you in a while - he'd been a little preoccupied with Jimin, and Jungkook hadn't wanted to burden him. Besides, Jungkook had needed less of his guidance as he grew more confident with you. But still, it made him inordinately happy that his hyung - and your best friend - approved of what you were doing together.

"Aw, look, he's bright red," Namjoon chimed in and cooed at Jungkook, throwing an arm around Yoongi in playful wistfulness. "Look at him, our baby boy. All grown up and kissing girls!"

Yoongi's face scrunched up in mock despair. "They grow up so fast," he sobbed.

Although Jungkook was highly entertained by this strange parental display that they were putting on - especially as Yoongi began to fake drying his tears on Namjoon's t-shirt - he was hugely glad that you had not emerged for dinner yet, because you definitely would not let this go if you saw it. 

Jimin had also, strangely, opted out of dinner tonight - he said he wasn't feeling well, but Jungkook figured it was to do with Yoongi. He wasn't sure what had happened, but something had clearly gone wrong, and he made a note to go and find Jimin later to check on him.

Someone else was missing though. Jungkook stole a furtive glance around the room as he grabbed a drink, and noticed that it was Taehyung who was yet to appear.

A slight twinge pulled in his stomach. He really needed to talk to Tae. He knew you'd spoken to him - but Taehyung was his best friend, after all. He deserved to hear it from Jungkook, too - and he knew it couldn't have been easy, watching Jungkook kiss you today.

The moment he thought this, Taehyung wandered into the kitchen, and Jungkook shot him a tentative smile. "Hey hyung," he greeted, taking the seat next to him at the table.

Tae smiled back, restrained. "Hi Jungkookie," he said politely. 

It was strange, Jungkook puzzled. Taehyung didn't seem annoyed, or angry with him - not even a little bit. But he was definitely hiding something, his eyebrows knitted together in the way they normally did when he was under pressure.

Jungkook, however, filed that conversation away to have tomorrow. After all, he really was riding a high tonight, and he didn't want to ruin it. He listened half-heartedly to the conversation around him, responding with an eye-roll or a 'ha, very funny' when any of the boys made reference to how whipped he was. But on the whole, he was just waiting for you to appear.

Things were going well. Too well, almost. It felt like something had to go wrong between the two of you sometime soon - but it hadn't, so far. True, you were yet to solidify what was happening in the future, but things were moving in the right direction. You were both exploring feelings for one another, and on the sex front, Jungkook had learned you well enough now to know how to cope even in your most bratty of moods. He was certain there was nothing left you could throw at him. 

He should have known not to underestimate you. You came into the kitchen a moment later, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

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It was his shirt.

His fucking shirt. 

That's what caused Jungkook's near death experience when you appeared for dinner; you were wearing his shirt, and very little else.

You beamed at the boys as you came in, taking the seat opposite Jungkook, which gave him ample opportunity to see the way you'd styled it. It was one of his button-downs he'd left in your room - black, with white squiggled patterns - and it was baggy on him, so it was enormous on you. You had let it hang open to your midriff, a black lace bralette underneath it that made him want to rip it off you with his teeth. And below that, a black denim skirt, the kind that your thighs were made for just spilling into, like sticky, gooey caramel.

Jungkook should, he supposed, be pretty happy about this. You wearing his shirt made the possessive part of him roil in satisfaction, another symbol that you were his and his alone. But for some reason, the fact that you had blindsided him with this made him unnecessarily angry. 

And, coincidentally, so hard he couldn't even stand up without embarrassing himself. 

He couldn't very well confront you here at the dinner table. Not with Taehyung next to him, for fuck's sake - although Tae was deeply absorbed in a conversation with Hobi. But still, his options were limited. 

He sat for the majority of dinner, seething in silence as Jin served and chatted happily about the food he had made. When he realised he could stand it no longer, he drew his phone out of his pocket, blood boiling as he typed out a quick message.

jungkook: what are you doing

You reached for your buzzing phone almost immediately. When you read the message an eyebrow shot up, but you didn't look at him as you typed out a response. 

you: 🤔 having dinner?

jk: don't play cute w me

y: 🥰 i'm not playing 

jk: you're always playing 

y: only with you, bunny boy

y: 🐰🐰🐰

When Jungkook looked up this time, you were smirking at him. He had to grit his teeth hard to keep himself in his seat.

jk: that's my shirt

y: oh, is it? 

y: didn't realise, sorry 

jk: you knew full fucking well

jk: you kn|

jk: |

jk: behave yourself

y: can't say that here, kookie

y: i might get wet

Jungkook clenched his phone until his knuckles went white. Across the table you were eyeing him steadily; as though nothing at all were out of the ordinary. Only your eyes betrayed you, sparkling and alive with mischief.

His pants, impossibly, felt even tighter. But if you wanted a game, he'd play along. And he was just deciding this when his phone pinged again.

y: ok fine you got me

y: i'm already wet

jk: fuck

y: so articulate, rabbit man

jk: watch ur mouth

y: i'd rather wrap it around ur cock

Shit, Jungkook thought. You were not fucking around. You really wanted to do this, right here and now, at the dinner table with his six friends who could catch on at any moment.

You looked at him, shooting him a furtive wink and a grin, before you texted him again.

y: what's wrong? 

y: u thinking about it?

jk: no

y: liar

y: don't worry

y: i'm thinking about it too

jk: shit, baby

y: you hard for me?

jk: use your imagination

y: i don't need to

It happened quickly - before Jungkook could question your meaning, something brushed softly against the inside of his leg. He realised it was your foot only when it was too late and you were resting it on his knees, inching towards his groin.

He glared at you across the table. Don't, he mouthed.

You just smirked back wickedly. Fuck, you really weren't playing it easy tonight. You were out for blood.

But thankfully, the moment your foot grazed his hard length, this seemed to be all you had been looking for. You withdrew it, picking up your phone once more in smug satisfaction.

y: knew it

jk: whatever

jk: i bet you're soaked for me too

jk: is that pretty little cunt all messy for me?

For the first time, Jungkook saw your mischievous smirk falter. He knew by now that this praise was going to affect you - and sure enough, you shifted in your chair, rubbing your thighs together. The reply that came was swift.

y: use your imagination 😉

jk: oh, i am

jk: tell me what u want, baby

jk: cuz i don't wanna just text u all night

y: i want your cum 

y: in my throat

jk: ask nicely 

jk: and u can have it

y: please?

jk: no

y: please kookie?

jk: you know what i want. 

y: please...

y: bunny?

y: 🐰🐰🐰 

jk: forget it

y: fine 

y: i told you before

y: i get myself off better anyway

y: in fact

y: i'm off to do just that

y: xoxo

The sound of a scraping chair snapped Jungkook's attention away from his phone screen. You were standing, arms stretched above your head as you yawned performatively, and he didn't miss the strip of skin that his loosely buttoned shirt exposed on your stomach.

"Going somewhere?" Namjoon asked you casually from across the table. 

You glanced at him. "Bathroom," you shrugged. 

It didn't escape Jungkook's notice, the way you through him a long look over your shoulder as you sauntered away from the table. 

It took everything in him not to follow you immediately. But with every last shred of his resolve, Jungkook sat still for a good five minutes, seething and aroused, until eventually he could take it no longer. He darted from the table, not even bothering to look back and see if anyone had noticed.

When he noticed you weren't in your room, he knew that you hadn't been lying after all. He stalked to the end of the corridor, knocking on the closed bathroom door.

Within seconds of it opening, his mouth was on yours.

You smiled against his lips as though you were expecting it - you were expecting it, of course you were, you'd been waiting for him here this whole time - and pulled him backwards into the room, shutting the door behind him. He barely had the ability to reach behind him and lock it before he had you pinned against the sink, your body firm and flush against his, mouth opening beneath his in a way he'd been craving all evening. 

"The fuck are you playing at, hm?" he mouthed as he moved to your neck, nipping there to make you gasp. "Making me this hard. At dinner."

You hummed in amusement, digging your nails into his shoulders as he ravished your neck. "I don't know what you're talking about, junior. I didn't do anything."

"Nice try," he grinned, pulling back a little to grip your chin in his hand, forcing you to face him. "I have receipts this time."

You didn't come back at him with a witty line. Instead, you just leaned in to kiss him, and Jungkook, already so wound up he was sure he'd come in mere seconds, let you do it. 

"I was thinking," you said when he pulled back again, making Jungkook pause. "Remember before, you said that if I talked to Tae you would make me come."

Jungkook nodded. That night on the beach felt like years ago.

"With just your mouth," you added in adorable seriousness.

Jungkook smiled, knowing where this was going, and nodded again. His hands were gripping your hips hard, drawing circles in the flesh there.

"Well," you continued, your tone almost business-like as you stroked your fingers over his collar.. "You still haven't done that, and I'm feeling a bit cheated, to be honest."

"Oh?" Jungkook quirked an eyebrow at you in amusement, letting his hands wander down to skirt over the bare skin of your thighs, below the hem of your skirt. "But I remember licking your pretty pussy just last week, baby."

As if to prove his point, his fingers travelling up to rub over the damp spot on your underwear, making you shiver.

"In fact... I can still taste how sweet you were on my tongue," he whispered, right beside the shell of your ear, before he nipped it boldly.

Your teeth pulled your lip between them in response, and Jungkook felt his cock ache even harder to be free of his jeans. He knew you liked his dirty talking, and fuck - Jungkook loved talking dirty to you. He loved watching your resolve crumble, the more he whispered in your ear.

It was hot as fuck to watch a woman like you - normally so composed and aloof - fall apart beneath him.

"I didn't come, though, did I?" you shot back now, though your voice was more breathless than before, as Jungkook licked at the spot below your ear. "You wouldn't let me."

Jungkook smirked at your pouting response, remembering the time he'd tied you to his bedpost with his belt and denied you countless orgasms with his mouth.

"You know, needy little subs don't get to make demands," he said, still rubbing a finger torturously over the seam of your panties. "They ask for what they want. Nicely."

You narrowed your eyes at him, stuck between doing as he said, and being left unsatisfied. You didn't seem to know what you wanted - but you were sure what he wanted. And though Jungkook knew the time was drawing nearer, he still didn't feel like this was the right time or place for arguing over calling him daddy.

It was a battle for another day.

"But," he continued, pecking your lips gently, "you're my little sub, aren't you?"

You nodded uncertainly, eyeing him with a questioning gaze, clearly unsure where this was going as you gripped his shoulders in both hands.

"And I'll do anything to make you happy, baby," he promised, kissing you harder this time, and feeling you respond in kind. "Anything. Because you're mine."

"Oh," you let out softly, eyes widening in surprise as you gazed at him. Jungkook felt a surge of affection run through him, for the woman he had grown not only to respect but to care for. 

You were so fucking cute sometimes. If it weren't for his throbbing hard-on, he'd find it impossible to think of doing anything but pour his heart out to you in this very inopportune moment. 

But his cock, thankfully, was insistent. Today, he'd show you how much he wanted you through actions, not words. 

So before you could think of something to say to his admission, he hoisted you up onto the edge of the sink easily, and sunk to his knees.

"Oh fuck," you let out as you steadied yourself with your hands on the sink, realising quickly that he was granting your request without too much of a fight.

"Having second thoughts?" Jungkook chuckled, prising your thighs apart, loving the sight of your damp underwear. Clearly, you wanted this just as much as he did. 

"No," you shook your head frantically, seemingly giving up your cool facade and just admitting how desperate you were for him. "Just - you look so fucking hot down there, Kookie."

Jungkook gazed up at you. Looming above him, lit by the fluorescent lights, you were a complete vision; from your mussed hair to your bitten pink lips, to the way his shirt was hanging off your shoulders, exposing the bralette you wore beneath it.

And that's not even considering how beautifully your thighs spread for him, or how your core glistened with arousal, as he slid your underwear over your hips and off you entirely.

He almost laughed out loud, at the thought that he looked hot down here. If you could see yourself right now...

Jungkook was convinced he'd never seen anything better in his entire life.

"Speak for yourself," he managed, unable to find the right words to tell you in exact detail how much he wanted this specific image painted onto his brain for eternity. Feeling as though words would always fail him in this, he chose to act instead.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

You jolted, hips bucking upwards. "Kookie," you gasped, half-moaning. He grinned.

"Quiet, baby," he pressed a teasing kiss to your inner thigh, wrapping his arms beneath each one to hold you in place. "They'll hear you."

And then he dove back in. 

At first he focused solely on your opening, finding it with his tongue and dipping into it, letting his nose press into your clit as he did so, making you jolt once more. You were close already, he could sense that - you hid it far better than him, but you gave it away with how wet you were. One of your hands wound into his hair and gripped it, making him groan, and the vibrations spread across your core, making you even wetter.

"So messy, baby," he cooed, lapping your release up with his tongue, loving the way you got so slick for him, the way it coated his nose and his mouth and his chin. "Daddy's making such a mess of your little pussy right now."

He drew his tongue from your opening and let it meet your clit, making your thighs shake in his hands. Jungkook realised how much you jolted when he did this, and realised it was the cold metal of his lip ring dragging along your folds that caused it, smiling when he remembered how hot you always found this piercing. Now, you were teetering along the edge, his alternating attentions to your clit and your opening driving you wild, as your pussy dripped for him.

"I got you," he promised, gripping you harder as he dove back in to lap at your release. "Daddy will clean you up, baby, don't worry."

You gazed down at him, in realisation.

"You like it," you managed, dark eyes glittering down at him as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. "You-"

You were cut off as you moaned again, head tilting back, as Jungkook replaced his tongue with two fingers inside your slick opening - but he knew that you were right. Jungkook loved it when it got messy. He was discovering, recently, how much he loved seeing your pussy wet and soaked through with cum. 

Either yours, or his. He wasn't picky. In fact, he wouldn't mind seeing every part of your body coated in his release at some time or another. Your stomach, your thighs, your hands, your mouth...

Shit.

His cock twitched painfully in his pants at the thought of it, but he pushed it away, knowing you were his priority right now. He drew out his fingers once more, nose pressed to your clit as he fucked into you with his tongue again, noting how much you loved the sensation of his nose rubbing against your clit as you gripped his hair, rutting against him.

"Mm," he swallowed down your arousal, unable to get enough of your taste. "So good."

"Kookie-!" your voice had taken on a high-pitched, breathless, urgent quality, your fingers frozen in his hair and your thighs trembling violently, and he knew from experience now that this was his final warning. 

"Ask for it," he demanded, remembering at the last minute his rules on you asking permission.

"N-need it," you trembled, unable to hold back any longer as you shook so hard he had to fight to hold onto you. "Please Kookie, I need to come... oh, god - please!"

He chuckled a little at you pleading - not just once, but twice. You really were getting needy for him.

"Do it, baby," he urged, gripping your thighs hard in his hands as he drew back for one final breath. "Come for daddy."

"Yes," you cried, as he returned to the place you loved most, letting your hips range upwards to buck against his mouth and nose and chin, until finally you were coming so hard that Jungkook could barely hold you against the sink, realising with satisfaction that you'd had to clamp a hand across your mouth to keep from screaming. 

Jungkook watched you from below, as you shook with pleasure, muffled shouts of his name behind your hand, the other still buried in his hair as he lapped over your core happily. He collected every single drop of your release on his tongue - he couldn't get enough of it. 

He wanted to spend every evening like this, on his knees with you screaming for him, the taste of you in his mouth. He would die a very happy man indeed.

Jungkook was far too proud of how wet you had been for him - too proud to wipe the excess from his mouth as you finished. As the orgasm subsided, he pressed wet, sticky kisses into your thighs, at which you moaned in half-protest, half-arousal, before you finally reached for him, pulling him to his feet.

"You're all sticky," you breathed, reaching a hand out to wipe gently over his nose and his chin. But you left his mouth, for which he was thankful. He still wanted the taste of you on his lips, and you knew it, grinning at him. "You love it that way, don't you? Kookie likes mess."

Jungkook just smiled at how correct your guess was, cupping your cheek in his palm. "Such a smart little sub," he commented, noting the way your cheeks flooded with colour at the praise.

"You have the hottest kinks, Kookie," you said, resting your forehead against his as your hands roamed his body, running over his shirt-clad chest in appreciation. "It's like you stepped right out of one of my wet dreams."

"Are you saying I'm your dream man?" he teased cheekily, holding you between his hands at the edge of the sink.

"No," you hummed, hands running along his waist, following his belt with your fingers teasingly as you nipped at his bottom lip. "You're better. I couldn't even have dreamed you, bunny boy. You're my perfect match."

Jungkook paused. He held you steady, gazing into your eyes, as his stomach turned swiftly.

"What are you saying," he pushed in a whisper, lips brushing yours, knowing there was more to what you were implying right now.

"I'm saying," you whispered back, "that you're not the only one who likes to get messy, Kookie." 

It was barely audible, making him shiver as you pressed a kiss to his ear, before your hands were tugging his jeans down to his knees. 

Before he could protest - that you didn't need to do this, but also that you'd avoided his question - you were easing yourself off the sink, and dropping to your knees. 

Jungkook was a goner from that moment onwards. He couldn't have stopped you if he wanted to.

His cock was so hard that he nearly shook with pleasure as you drew him out of his briefs, making you smirk up at him, and Jungkook was momentarily gobsmacked by how you could look so equally sexy both above him and on your knees. You ran a thumb over his tip to spread his pre-cum over his length, but it was still a little dry. He made to help you, but you stopped him.

Never looking away from him once, you slipped a hand between your legs, collecting the remnants of your release from your slick core with a gasp of oversensitivity. Jungkook didn't have time to realise what you were doing, until your damp hand came up to wrap around his cock.

"Oh fuck," he choked out, watching as you spread your own arousal over his length, lubricating it so your hand moved easily over him now in slow, languid strokes. Jungkook could have passed away right then and there. 

It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

"Shit - you're right," he groaned, as your mouth closed over his tip, sucking boldly. "You're perfect. My perfect match, baby."

It was the closest Jungkook had ever come to admitting the full extent of his feelings, and your eyes flashed at him in response, open and lustful.

He was never going to last long. He'd known that since your filthy texts earlier. But now, with your mouth taking in more and more of him, bobbing up and down on his cock in a way that was just made to please him, he was afraid of just how quick this was going to be.

"Feels so good," he groaned, lacing a hand into your hair and pushing you down a little further onto his cock, which you moaned at. "Don't stop."

You nodded, grinning a little at the effect you were having on him - at holding all of the power for once. Ordinarily he would try to be more dominant here, but he couldn't keep up the facade today. He was too worked up, too vulnerable to his emotions, and so he just let himself feel it all. 

"Where do you want my cum, hm?" he handed the reins over to you, letting you take control. "I could decorate those pretty fucking tits again if you want."

As tempting as this seemed to you, you pulled off his cock, shaking your head slowly.

"I said I wanted it in my throat," you reminded him of your message, taking his cock in your hand and placing a bold, lazy lick along the underside, tracing along a vein that made a deep ache set into his balls. "I wasn't lying, Kookie."

"Okay," he rasped, fisting your hair in his hand. "Okay, baby. Take all of it, then, hm? Don't waste a drop."

You nodded obediently, gazing at him with wide, desirous eyes, and Jungkook knew now that it would be an embarrassingly short amount of time. 

It took mere seconds, of your mouth enveloping him once more, taking him as deep as you possibly could, and the moment Jungkook felt his cock graze the back of your throat he was coming, thrusting into your mouth in hot white spurts. 

"Fuck - good girl," he managed, voice hoarse and breathless with desire. "Such a good little sub, taking my cock like that."

You moaned too, at the taste and sensation of it, swallowing it all down obediently before pulling off for air, administering lazy licks to his tip to ensure you had it all. 

Jungkook watched you as a man bewitched. He was well and truly under your spell.

When you finally rose to your feet he kissed you, desperate to tangle your own release on his tongue with his release on yours, and you groaned into it, letting your hands wind around his neck. He noticed after a moment, heart aching at the gesture, that you were dressing him, pulling his briefs and jeans back up and carefully redoing his belt, before straightening out your own clothes. 

Jungkook released your mouth to gaze at you. Neither of you really seemed to know what to say, but Jungkook didn't mind. Just being here with you, both breathless and sticky and satisfied, was enough. 

He only hoped you felt the same.

"Kookie," you said eventually, fixing his shirt and running a hand through his hair to smooth it. "I think it's time to explore some more stuff, like we said."

Jungkook froze. Did you mean what he thought you meant?

"There's only a week and a bit left of vacation," you continued, "and we still haven't done anything too extreme. Maybe you could think of some things you wanna try?"

His hope vanished. For a moment, Jungkook was taken aback, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut. Was this seriously still about the deal for you? About sex, and sex only?

But he reassured himself after a second, calming down. Just because you were thinking of how many weeks you had left here, didn't mean you were putting the same time limit on whatever the two of you had become.

And besides, you'd told him you liked him, and that he was perfect for you. Better than you'd dreamed. You couldn't have said that about someone you were planning to drop a week later.

"Sure," he nodded, pushing the panic downwards, figuring you just wanted to help him all the way with his sexual explorations. "I'll make a list."

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips gently, and Jungkook let his eyes flutter closed, loving the way your tastes mingled once more. 

Like they were meant to be that way. 

"Wait a minute before you come back out to dinner," you said, pecking his lips a final time with a satisfied grin. You stooped to pick up your underwear, and tucked it into the back pocket of Jungkook's jeans, making his soft cock throb once more. "They might all know we're fucking now, but they don't need to know we just defiled the bathroom."

Jungkook could only smile as you slipped out of the door, leaving it ajar for him to follow, and as he stood waiting, he thought about the list of things he wanted to try with you.

Mentally, he added one new thing to the list.

Calling you his girlfriend.

Jungkook'd had plenty of time now to consider the kind of future he wanted with you, and he knew he wanted it off this island too. He wanted the one where he woke up every single morning with you in his arms. The one where you teased him and pushed him to his limits, but he always got his way in the end. The one where you could just be quiet in a room together, because you understood that Jungkook needed that sometimes, and you had never wanted him to change who he was to suit yourself.

After all, you were his perfect match.

But making you his girlfriend meant asking you, and Jungkook knew that you were more of a realist than him. He knew that you had been burned by Taehyung, by the secret hotel room meetings and the lack of contact and the fizzling out of your relationship because of who Taehyung was.

He was determined not to let that happen. But Jungkook had been in the public eye for a decade now, and he knew there was every possibility that it would. 

His heart ached, considering the irony of the situation. Jungkook had the future he wanted, right here on this island. But this was paradise - and the real world was out there, waiting. 

He just hoped it was waiting for the both of you.

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