♠︎ forty three [18+]

this chapter took me so long and it's basically just spice, but please don't let that put you off commenting! i'm weirdly proud of this one lol.

also, take it from me, and do NOT read this chapter in public.

CHAPTER FORTY THREE

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♠︎ YOU

In the end, your plan had been simpler than you'd expected.

It was Namjoon's idea, really. You'd been all for concocting some sort of hare-brained scheme over the course of several days, full of little things that would drive Jungkook bat-shit crazy. But you realised that Namjoon probably wouldn't be super comfortable with flirting with you openly any more, considering his absolute down-badness for Nia. And besides, fake or not, you didn't want to mess around with your best friend's man.

The trouble, then, was finding something safe enough that Namjoon could lend a hand with, but dangerous enough to rile Jungkook up. When you told Namjoon this, he just shrugged.

"So just find the thing he wants the most, and don't give it to him," he said casually, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "If I know you, there's something you still haven't let him win at yet, right?"

It was only then, that it had clicked.

Jungkook longed for you to call him daddy. So all you had to do was call Namjoon that instead.

With a sly grin, you glanced at Namjoon - internally thanking him for his big brain - and filled him in on the scheme, asking him to play along.

Now, though, you were considering whether even this simplest of plans was a step too far. Jungkook's grip on your wrist as he tugged you into his bedroom was vice-like, slamming the door behind you and pressing you into it so hard it made you wince.

The doe eyes you adored so much were gone. Now, he looked nothing less than deadly.

"I am already very, very fucking mad at you," he managed, his voice tremulous with rage as his warm frame pinned you to the door. "So I'm gonna trust you to get on your knees, on that bed, in the next ten seconds, or else I'm really gonna lose my fucking shit. And trust me, you do not want that."

"Don't I?" you teased, projecting confidence, though you shook like a newborn lamb in his hold.

Jungkook didn't respond to your provocation. Instead he held your gaze, steady and intense, and said, "Ten."

You bit your lip. 

Jungkook glanced down at it, then up again. Fire still burned in his eyes. "Nine."

Fucking hell, he looked hot when he was angry. What the fuck were you in for tonight?

You considered defying him just one more time, running down his timer, but you were already a little apprehensive of exactly how angry Jungkook was right now. You had known calling Namjoon daddy would upset him, but you couldn't have predicted that it would be this impactful. He was so full of rage that his whole body was tensed against yours; every single one of his muscles seemed taut and ready for this one final battle.

A battle you were extremely unlikely to win.

Deep down, you knew that your chances of walking away from this bed tonight without calling him that name were slim to none. In fact, your chances of walking altogether were nearly impossible. 

Might need to get a wheelchair after this, you mused internally.

The thought made you grin slyly as you slipped out of Jungkook's arms, easing away from the door and past him, into his bedroom. You'd obey him, alright, but you stripped yourself of his t-shirt for good measure while you were at it, knowing he'd be watching you from behind. 

In just your panties, you climbed onto his bed slowly, only turning to look at him once you were positioned exactly as he'd asked, sat back on your knees, facing his headboard.

"Like this?" you batted your lashes innocently at him, where he was still frozen by the door.

He looked momentarily caught up in the sight of you half-naked and kneeling for him, but then his gaze steeled again. "Hands too."

You leaned forward, so you were on all fours. From here, you could no longer see him, and you felt your diaphragm trembling, your legs like jelly as you thought about what was coming next. You wanted him so badly, it felt like torture to hear him move around behind you, glancing left and right to catch a glimpse of him.

It was no use. He was right behind you, and you should have anticipated what he was planning.

"Oh, fuck!" you squealed at the hard slap against your ass, digging your fingers into the sheets and gripping them hard. Dampness flooded your core at the sensation of pleasure and throbbing pain. Jungkook spanked you again, harder this time, and you felt the silver metal of his ring, white-hot against your skin. 

"Yes, baby," he said, his voice like boiling caramel, sweet and hot all at once. "Take it. You know you deserve this."

You made to insult him, but he had already cut you off with another spank. 

As the pain rang out against your skin, you focused hard on not letting your elbows buckle beneath you, but it was no use anyway. Jungkook reached over you for one of your wrists, pulling it behind your back and wrapping something around it. A belt. 

"I want your face in the fucking sheets tonight," he told you, as he secured one wrist tightly. "Want you screaming into the pillows when you finally give it up for me."

"Never," you tried, but even as you said it Jungkook pulled your other hand behind your back, and you had no choice but to sink your face sideways down into the sheets, one of your cheeks pressed into them as you tried to catch a glimpse of him from the other side. 

Jungkook secured both wrists at the base of your spine. You tugged at it, but it held firm, making him laugh as he squeezed your ass. "You're not going anywhere. Not til you give daddy what he wants."

You saw the opportunity to push back, and took it. "Oh, is Namjoon here? I didn't realise he was joining us."

Jungkook's hands stilled at your hips for five of your racing heartbeats.

And then he was gone.

"You know what," he narrated in a low voice as he moved around the room behind you, doing something that was infuriatingly unknown to you due to your less than ideal position of face-down, ass-up. "I was just gonna fuck you 'til you gave in. But I think you need a different kind of lesson, baby."

"Oh?" you grinned, wondering exactly what his idea of a lesson might be, and hoping beyond hope it involved his face between your legs. 

"Mm," he replied, dropping something with a muffled thump behind you onto the mattress. He reached for your panties and slid them down, letting them pool at your knees. "Something a bit more... challenging. After all, you're a smart girl, aren't you?"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks burn, and hating yourself for it. You were down so fucking bad for him when he praised you like this.

"Good," he said with satisfaction. "So you'll understand this simple instruction, then."

Jungkook placed a featherlight kiss to your swollen red skin where you'd been spanked, making you jolt, toes curling a little. 

His breath fanned over your skin as he spoke. "Don't you dare come."

The moment he issued the order, something was sliding into you.

"Oh!" you gasped out in surprise, wincing at the stretch of it at the same time as you tried to decipher what it was, realising that it must be some kind of toy - a dildo, maybe. He pushed it in inch by inch, until finally it was buried to the hilt, making you clench around it.

Your mind was a flurry of confusion and arousal. Where the fuck had he gotten that?!

"When the fuck did you-" you started, but you were cut off by another surprise. 

Something else was buzzing behind you.

"Oh god," you moaned in anticipation, squeezing your eyes shut, knowing all of a sudden exactly where this was going.

And it wasn't going any place good.

Jungkook laughed, this time bitter and victorious all at once as he leaned over you, reaching under your hips to press the vibrator between your legs.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you not want it?" he said teasingly, as the vibrator pressed against the swollen bud of your clit, already aching with a need to be touched, and you let out a soft sob of pleasure. "Because your wet little cunt says otherwise."

"I want it," you gasped out, giving the consent he was seeking, unsure what you were even asking for since he'd expressly denied you an orgasm, but trying your luck anyway. "Please, Kookie-"

"No," he said firmly, and you felt the hand that held the toy against you shift, turning it down until it only faintly hummed against you. "You've gone too far this time, baby. Only good girls get what they want."

Another soft sob choked in your throat, and you knew Jungkook was realising too how malleable and obedient the vibrator was likely to make you. But this speed, the lowest it could possibly go, was never going to get you there - even with the dildo still buried to the hilt inside you.

It struck you in one horrible, blood-chilling moment, that this was exactly what he wanted.

"I don't want to punish you," he said now, still leaning over you as he held the vibrator in place, leaving a soft trail of kisses over the base of your spine and down to your inner thighs that made you whimper. "I don't want to punish my baby. So just say it, and I'll make it all go away."

"Kookie," you began, making his lips pause in anticipation against your spine. 

"Mm," he mouthed. He really thought you might say it, and you smiled.

"I will never," you repeated in a soft whisper. "Never call you daddy."

Just before his lips left your skin, you sensed them curve up into a wicked grin. 

He wanted you to disobey. Which meant he had a plan. 

Which did not make you feel confident, whatsoever.

"Have it your way," he murmured, voice void of all of its softness from just a moment ago. The vibrator stayed in place, but his other hand was moving; reaching for something else. "This is how you're gonna stay, until you behave."

The 'something else' turned out to be rope - again, you wondered when he'd acquired it - which he wound around your stomach, tucking the handle of the vibrator underneath it so that it stayed in place, buzzing against your clit as he secured the rope tight.

Clever, you mused, as if you were a casual observer of this scene and not a participant. This way Jungkook didn't have to hold it the whole time. He could just watch you while you struggled against the toys, the dildo still buried inside you, the vibrator attached permanently to your swollen clit. He could get off from being a voyeur.

But it turned out, that wasn't what Jungkook had in mind at all, because he was gathering up his things to leave.

"I'll be back in an hour," he announced behind you, footsteps retreating. "Maybe by then you'll have had some time to rethink your answer."

A shiver ran down your spine.

"Huh?" you turned your head to the other side, figuring he couldn't be serious - until you were watching with wide eyes as he made for the bedroom door.

Shit, he wasn't fucking around! He was really fucking leaving you here like this!

"No, Kookie!" you said, a little more panicked now. "Kookie, wait-!"

But the name had no effect on him. It was as if that was no longer his name any more; as if only saying that magic word he had wanted to hear would summon him back. 

The door clicked behind him, and you sank down into the mattress, defeated.

Fuck, you thought. I am so, truly, utterly fucking fucked.

And not even in the way you wanted to be. 

For the first few minutes, you waited patiently for him to come back. There was no way he would really leave you like this for a whole hour; you would pass out by then, if not from lack of release then from stiffness in your joints. 

So all you had to do was wait a couple of minutes until he returned, and then feign boredom when he came back in, to piss him off even more. Maybe you could even ask where Namjoon was, if you were feeling particularly devilish.

And besides, you figured, being strapped to a vibrator on a low setting was definitely better than the vibrator being on too high. Being forced into multiple orgasms was way worse than being denied one - overstimulation could be painful - and you took slight pride in knowing that you were in possession of this knowledge that you were fairly certain Jungkook didn't have.

So for the first five minutes, you felt very smug indeed.

Until you realised that, just because the vibrator was on too low a setting to make you come, that didn't mean it couldn't make you really fucking aroused.

Fuck, you mused again, as an orgasm built in your core, unable to progress any further. Maybe Jungkook was the expert here after all. 

Ten minutes in, you were shifting against the toy, trying to gain some kind of friction from it. But every time you did so only served to remind you of the thick dildo still buried to the hilt inside you, making you clench around it. That in turn made you think of Jungkook and his gorgeously long, thick cock, and how much you wanted it inside you right now - until suddenly you were shaking in anticipation of it, wishing the vibrator would just speed up for a moment to give you what you wanted, just for a second-

But no.

The vibration setting was far too low. Excruciatingly low, the kind of speed that made you strain against the belt around your wrists in an effort to grasp the handle and rut yourself against it. But Jungkook had buckled it, and it held firm, making you huff in exasperation.

Fuck that clever overgrown bunny rabbit, you cursed, whimpering a little into the sheets as your core began to dampen even more. Fuck him. I'll never give him what he wants. 

Except then ten minutes turned to fifteen. 

Fifteen, to thirty. 

And Jungkook still hadn't returned. 

By the forty-five minute mark - though you didn't know it was forty-five minutes, and honestly it could have been forty-five hours, for how long it felt - your resolve was crumbling. Your vision was hazy, descending into a muffled fog. You were panting hard, core dripping with arousal, a bubble of desire that had begun small now threatening to expand in the pit of your stomach. Your legs felt heavy with denied pleasure, like molten fire in your veins, but the vibrator continued on its infuriatingly lazy path, doing nothing for you except making you wet and pliable for whenever Jungkook returned. 

If he ever returned, you began to ponder, not even realising how delirious you were becoming. You wondered, with permanently curled toes and clenched thighs and panting breaths, if he would leave you here forever. If he was waiting for you to scream his name in tortured gasps before he'd deign to return. 

It was something that, an hour ago, you wouldn't have dreamed of doing. But he had been gone so long, and you were so wet, so worked up, so sick of dancing along the edge of an orgasm you couldn't quite push into, and you realised that right now you would give him anything he wanted, if he would just let you fucking come. 

So you gave in, and called for him.

"Kookie!" you tried, in a tremulous cry that was loud enough to hear, but hopefully not enough to wake up anyone else. 

You were surprised when it worked - but perhaps it had just coincidentally been an hour at last. Or maybe, Jungkook was simply sick of waiting.

The door clicked, and he stepped back into the room, shutting it behind him as he gazed at you.

You saw him for a moment as he approached, his clothes unchanged and his expression unreadable, but the moment he got too close to you he disappeared from your line of vision again to stand behind you.

He didn't speak at first. You imagined he was gazing at you, at the sight of you defeated and shaking on the mattress, your core so wet it was dripping over the toy onto the sheets, and drenching the vibrator in your arousal. 

Still, he didn't say anything. The only sound to be heard was your breaths, gasping and shaky, every single one of them filled with the sound of pleasure being torturously denied.

Jungkook's hand ghosted over your ass. "Are you ready to behave, little one?" he asked eventually, voice calm and neutral.

You shut your eyes tight, core clenching hard around the dildo as your whole lower half shook with the orgasms you'd been denied in the last hour. You were vaguely aware that your hips were grinding down against the vibrator, not stopping even now that Jungkook was here, not bothering to maintain any appearance of calm. 

There was no fight left in you any more, and even if there was, Jungkook would find a way to stamp it out.

He'd beaten you, once and for all. It was finally over.

You sighed, closing your eyes.

"Yes, daddy," you whispered. "I'll be good."

Jungkook froze.

"Say that again," he ordered, his voice firmer than it had been all evening. 

There was no going back now. 

"Daddy," you almost sobbed in desperation, trying to catch a glance of him and failing. "I need you."

Jungkook seemingly didn't know what to do with this victory now that he finally had it, and it was in this trembling half-second of silence that every single act that had led you to this point replayed in your mind like a montage of nostalgia. Every time you'd provoked him, or pushed him. Every dark gaze that found you across a room. Every swipe of his tongue, every ice cube he pressed against you, every piece of praise he offered in the heat of your passions for one another.

All of it had led here, to this one final showdown.

And all you could think about, in this tremendous moment, was not how you were going to lose. It was how badly you needed to come.

"You promise you'll behave?" Jungkook said now, kneading your ass in his palm, shifting the dildo a little and making you clench once more.

You nodded so hard that your neck hurt, the gigantic bubble of desire between your legs needing to burst or you were sure you would faint.

It was then, thankfully, that Jungkook chose to act, reaching for the toy that was buried inside you. 

He eased it out of you - slowly, but you sensed his impatience to have you all for himself. You whimpered with pleasure at any sort of movement between your legs, having been so still and understimulated for hours, feeling your pussy contract around it as it slipped from your wet opening. 

Jungkook let out a sharp exhale at the sight, dropping the toy onto the mattress with a thump as he eyed your gaping, swollen core.

"Such a messy girl," he cooed. He wasn't disappointed. You knew how much he loved you all sticky and wet for him. "Let me clean you up a little."

Before you had a chance to warn him - that you were so sensitive, even the slightest of touches would send you into hyperspace - Jungkook's tongue was swiping over your entrance.

A black curtain fell over your vision, the world descending into pleasure.

You had never felt anything like it.

When the world returned to you, you realised your mouth was open and you were screaming in ecstasy, your whole lower half on fire, toes curling down into the mattress and nails biting half-moons into your own palms as you bucked against his tongue. Jungkook felt like an electric shock against you, his mouth slow and lazy and sensuous in a way that you were sure would send you spiralling in a matter of seconds.

He dipped his tongue into your entrance, savouring your taste, and you squealed so loudly your voice went hoarse.

Jungkook laughed, lapping at your core with fervour, not letting a single drop of your arousal go to waste. 

"You've definitely woken up Namjoon," he commented with pride, knowing Namjoon had the neighbouring room to his. "If you're gonna be this loud, baby, I should probably gag you. But... I sort of want them all to hear this. My needy fucking brat, being tamed at last."

The words should have infuriated you, but they set you on fire instead.

You clenched around nothing with a helpless gasp as he went back to licking at you, feeling tears come to your eyes. You were so stiff from this position, so in need of release, that you were becoming hyperemotional, every single one of your nerve endings on fire at the thought of how hard he was going to make you come, how far he was going to catapult you into oblivion.

The idea of this being the best sex you'd ever had excited and terrified you in equal measure. You would never again return to this one moment.

Jungkook's sticky lips left one final kiss over your entrance, leaving your clit alone, as it swelled further under the vibrator's workings. Still, Jungkook didn't remove it.

"Fuck, I love the taste of you," he groaned, the sounds behind you indicating that he was stripping himself of his own clothes. "I don't think I'll ever get enough."

The praise shot through you like a drug, and you knew this wasn't going to be long once he was inside you. It was going to be embarrassingly quick.

"You sure you can take it?" Jungkook asked, his voice more serious now, etched with care and concern. He was clearly seeing how shaky and desperate you were, realising he had never pushed you so far before. 

But there was no way in hell you were leaving this bed without an orgasm. No fucking way. 

You nodded fervently, whimpering a little. "Yes," you consented, trying to widen your knees a little to be able to take him. "Please."

"Please what?" he tested your new obedience.

"Please, daddy," you offered, loving how easily it rolled off your tongue. Loving how good it felt to call him that, knowing he had earned it.

"Good girl," he praised, basking in the nickname as he nestled the tip of his cock against your core, pressing it into you slowly as he groaned out your name.

At first, it didn't feel as intense as you'd anticipated, and you realised that it was because you'd been so stretched out by the toy over the past hour that the usual ache of having Jungkook's huge cock inside you wasn't nearly as bad.

But then he pulled out a little and slid back into you, and fuck, this angle meant he found your sweet spot in seconds - and as if that wasn't enough, he reached for the vibrator, sliding the setting up to the speed you had craved for the past hour. 

"Oh my god!" you cried in sharp pleasure, feeling sparks fly through your core as the vibrations increased, knowing that you were well and truly done for now as your legs shook hard. "Fuck, Kookie!"

Jungkook groaned. "Yes, baby," he urged you on, his hips finding a rhythm against yours.

You were gonna come so quickly that it would be shamefully fast with anyone else. But Jungkook wanted this from you, you knew that, from the way his hips began to piston into yours without remorse. He was urgent and desperate in the way he ground down into you, finding your sweet spot every single time, loving the way your cries became louder and more high-pitched with every thrust.

And then there was the vibrator, buzzing fervently now against your clit, promising to make you scream in less than ten seconds. 

"I told you good girls get what they want," Jungkook managed behind you as he fucked you faster, his words slightly stuttered and laboured, his hands gripping your waist so hard it would bruise. "You're finally a good girl for me tonight, baby."

The fact that he was granting you permission made the world begin to condense down to a pinprick, the pressure and the movement you had been craving finally harmonising to create unimaginable pleasure in your core, and the bubble was taut and full, on the verge of bursting. 

You knew, as you shook and cried out and fought for breath, that it was going to be spectacular.

"Daddy," you let out, this time entirely unplanned, simply a natural reaction to the way he was dominating you right now, making him groan a little and speed up once more. "Can... I..."

"Yes," he urged, knowing what you were asking for as the world fuzzed at the edges. There was satisfaction in his tone, knowing he'd made you ask for permission without even explicitly demanding it. "Come for me."

There was no more persuasion needed. You leaned into it, giving your mind over to the orgasm as it finally hit you like a freight train.

There had never, ever been a sensation like it.

You bucked against him, feeling as though you had left your body and were watching yourself do this from above; your trembling, convulsing form held still only by your face pressed into the mattress and his strong grip on your hips. You saw the way he continued to fuck you through it, looming behind you on his knees like some kind of god, his broad shoulders swallowing your frame in comparison as he gazed down at you, watching the orgasm rip through your defeated figure.

The world had become starlight, everything white and fiery and beautiful, as the release buzzed through your veins, setting every single nerve-ending ablaze. The only thing rooting you to reality was Jungkook, and his hips, and the way they moved even now, fucking you through the orgasm in a steady, deep, rhythm. 

"I-" you cried out, through whimpers of pleasure. "Daddy, I-"

But you couldn't form the words. Jungkook had fucked all sense out of you. His hands gripped your hips harder, and you realised that your pussy was still clenched around him, still coming, still trembling on his cock, and he was having a hard time not coming himself.

It was only now, as you began to regain some semblance of reality, that you realised the vibrator was still moving, still pressed against you, and your body lit up white-hot as it teetered on the border of pleasure, threatening to tip over into pain.

"Kookie," you cried out in overstimulation, bucking away from the toy in jerking movements. "P-please, the v-vibrator... fuck!"

Jungkook thankfully realised what was happening and reached for the rope around your waist, loosening it until the vibrator finally - finally - fell away from you and onto the bed below. You nearly sobbed in gratitude, so happy to have it gone at last that you didn't even notice him undoing the belt as well, releasing your wrists from their stiff position behind your back.

You barely had a second to wince as they returned to your sides, still so fucked out from the mind-bending orgasm, before Jungkook was pulling out of you, flipping you onto your back in a clean, easy movement. 

But when you glanced at him properly, for the first time in hours, there was nothing clean or easy about him whatsoever. 

He was kneeling between your legs, looking down at you through dark bangs, clinging to his face from exertion. The look in his eyes told you that watching you orgasm like that had wound him up nearly to his breaking point. His jeans and briefs hung low around his hips, where he had shoved them down roughly, impatient to fuck you; but he was shirtless, and even in your euphoric state you drank in his bare chest, the rippling abdomen, and the beautiful sleeve of dark ink.

When you looked at him now you saw not only the dominant man he'd become, but the sensitive, sexy, generous man he had already been. The man who had come to you asking you to change him, when he'd been utterly perfect as he was.

Fuck, you marveled. You wanted him so badly. More than you'd ever wanted anyone else before.

"I wanna come inside you," he told you now, making you snap back to reality as you gazed up at him through hooded eyelids, biting your lip to stop yourself from telling him how sexy he looked. He was stroking his cock, which was drenched in your release, and the sound of him spreading it over his length was so erotic you could barely take it. "Is that okay?"

The world was too hazy, and your want for him too great, to deny him anything. You nodded, and he stripped your panties off from where they were bunched around your ankles, discarding his own jeans and briefs as he settled between your legs.

"I want you inside me, Kookie," you told him in a heavy, drowsy voice, reaching out towards him with arms that felt like lead. He grinned almost sweetly at how fucked out you were, leaning down a little to let you loop your arms around his neck, before aligning his cock with your opening, and slipping inside you again.

You gasped, oversensitive and swollen, but Jungkook swallowed it with a kiss. 

It was the first time he'd kissed you in hours. It was soft, and slow, and he tasted like you and like like himself, and you were intoxicated with it. His hips built up their pace slowly, but his focus was on your lips, on tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth to make you whine in pleasure.

"God," he gasped now, eyes squeezing shut above you, though he never let his mouth drift too far from yours. "I need you so bad, baby."

"I need you too," you managed, gasping and biting your lip as his hips rocked into you faster. "Need your come in me."

"Yeah?" he asked, his damp mouth dipping to tangle with yours once more. "My little brat likes it when I fill her up, hm?"

"Y-yes," you stuttered, noting the urgency of his hips increasing and remembering how much he loved to imagine breeding you. "P-please don't stop."

"Never," Jungkook promised, his hips moving so fast, so erratically, you knew he was close. "I'll never stop, if that's what you want."

This was so different from earlier. Being able to see him made everything so much more intimate, reminding you of the first time you'd done this - back when he'd been too desperate to have you to even punish you, and had simply given in to his desires instead. That same desperate look was on his face right now, and you glanced down to see his abdomen clenching, right above where his cock was sinking into you again and again.

You gripped his shoulders, feeling how hot and feverish he had become, the way his muscles tightened beneath your fingers.

"Take it," he urged, though he was no longer demanding but in awe of you, at how willing you were for him to come inside you after everything else you'd been through this evening. "Fuck, baby - take it all, that's it-"

Jungkook was a mess himself now. His expression was one of torturous delight, his dark curls slick against his forehead and his eyes alive with need, and you realised then that it wasn't just you that craved him, that he craved you just as badly. If not more.

By the time he was coming, the sight of him looming above you in total worship of your naked, fucked-out form had you on the edge too.

It seemed impossible that you would finish again, but Jungkook's words about needing you and wanting you to take his come had built you towards something, and now he lowered his fingers to your clit as he dropped over the edge, bringing you with him as his hips stuttered against yours. You dug your heels into his back, feeling another orgasm wash over you - not as strong as the first, but enough to make you tremble once more in his hold as your body lit up with pleasure and adoration for the strong, handsome man in your arms. 

Jungkook spasmed against you, filling you up with hot spurts of come, and you watched his face screw up in pleasure, the way his jaw stood out against his neck as it clenched hard. You wanted to stroke your finger over it, but as his hips slowed and he collapsed down onto you, you realised that you couldn't even lift your hands. In fact, trying to move any part of yourself was nearly impossible; even squeezing his waist with your thighs was out of the question.

So you simply lay there, feeling his heartbeat pressed down against yours, the way his breaths evened out against your neck before he rose up once more, kissing you long and slow.

"I can't move," you said when he pulled away, intending it to be light and casual, but there was a disconnect between your brain and the rest of your body, the sex so good it had literally shut you down. Instead, your words came out as a whimper, sounding more like "icannnmove," and tears pricked at your eyes as you said it, a result of being on such an emotional rollercoaster in the past few hours. 

Jungkook heard it, gazing at you with worry. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, softly stroking your hair behind your ear.

Again, you tried to nod to reassure him, but could barely move your head. The pleasure that had lit you up now settled in your limbs like lead, making you drowsy, your brain mired in a fog of satisfaction and submission. 

It was not exactly the strong, indefeatable facade you'd been maintaining all these weeks. But then again, Jungkook had broken through that tonight. 

If you were being honest with yourself, really, he broke through it a while ago.

Now, though, he was clearly spooked by how dazed and tired you appeared, muttering a worried shit under his breath, and you let him ease himself out of you and lift you up out of his bed, wincing a little as he cradled you in his arms. 

You wanted to tell him how much you had enjoyed that, but you couldn't find the words to even string a sentence together. You could barely remember your own name. So instead you rested your head on his chest, and let him take care of you.

Jungkook lowered you into the bath in his en suite, stepping in to sit behind you as it filled with steaming water. You winced a little as it hit your swollen core, and Jungkook whispered in your ear how sorry he was, how he hadn't meant to go that far, as he cleaned up for the both of you. 

"M'fine," you managed eventually in response to his words, not wanting him to think you hadn't enjoyed it immensely. "S'just a lot."

Jungkook hummed behind you, deciphering your words as he brought a clean cloth over your sensitive skin gently. "It was a lot," he agreed, pressing a kiss into your hair. "You did so well."

You leaned back into his chest with a grin, letting your hand tangle with his free one. 

It was blissful.

For a few minutes he left you alone in the warm, soapy water - you realised, when he carried you back through to bed, that he'd been changing his sheets - and by the time he returned to fetch you, you were so clean and comfortable that you were nearly asleep.

"C'mon, baby," he said, urging you into his arms once more as he wrapped you in towels. "Let's go to bed."

You curled into his fresh, warm covers when he lowered you into them, loving the cleanness of them as he slipped into them behind you, spooning you in his arms. You were both still naked, of which you were glad; not only did you have no energy to let Jungkook wrestle you into any clothing, you revelled in the feel of your bare bodies entwined together beneath the covers.

It felt so right.

Jungkook's breath ghosted over your ear. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, and you could hear from his voice that he was genuinely worried it had been too much. 

"Loved... it," you managed with every ounce of energy you could muster, making him smile against your shoulder. "S'good."

"You can't even speak," he laughed, clearly no longer worried about your hazy state.

"You... teasin' me," you pouted, words slurred with fatigue as if you were drunk, before adding - "Daddy."

"You don't have to call me that all the time, you know," he quipped, squeezing your waist comfortingly.

You grinned sleepily. "Okay, junior," you reverted to his old nickname, and he let out a short laugh that tickled your neck.

"How about this," his mouth pressed delicately into the curve of your neck. "Just call me yours. And I'll just call you mine."

Mine. You rolled the word around in your mind like a loose marble, like a hard candy sweet in your mouth, loving the way the word might burst with flavour on your tongue. Mine, mine, mine.

You were his, and Jungkook was yours.

You wanted to tell him you'd never wanted anything more in your entire life.

But your energy was too zapped for any more words. They came and went in a flurry of exhaustion.

Tomorrow, you told yourself. Tell him tomorrow.

After that, the last thing you remembered was how warm and safe it was to be wrapped up in Jungkook's arms, before the welcome promise of sleep gripped you by the ankle, and you sank into the blissfull nothingness of sleep.

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