♠︎ seventeen [18+]

author's note:

i feel like writing this book is giving me severe war flashbacks of being a jungkook bias when i was a baby army. especially with all the buffoonery that boy is up to these days. i seriously think if i was still a jk bias now, i would actually have suffered a heart failure, and yet STILL he wrecks me every single day.

anyway here's the rest of the scene 😂 i don't know if any of you will have predicted what's gonna happen here but perhaps the eagle-eyed among you might be able to guess from the last part...

thanks bagel buns as always for your support, and remember - LET JUNG COOK 🫡🍳 #justiceforian

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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♠︎ YOU

Well, fuck.

You'd been hoping to keep that particular kink of yours a secret for a lot longer than this. After all, it was probably the one you loved most - and that made it dangerous. If Jungkook knew how to do it right, you'd be putty in his hands.

So it was imperative that he not find out about it any time soon, and you actually thought you'd done a pretty good job of hiding it.

But no. Jungkook, the infuriating golden child of fucking everything, just happened to find it within a week.

You tried to be mad about it, but it was extremely difficult when his words wouldn't stop playing over and over in your head, as you gazed up at him in shock.

You have the prettiest pussy I've ever fucking seen.

That, combined with the way he had hoisted you up onto this cabinet effortlessly; the way he was holding your thighs between his tattooed hands, as if he owned them; the way he gazed at you, doe eyes dark and glinting, as he realised that he was right...

All of it was starting to twist a heavy knot of desire, deep in the base of your spine.

Jungkook was smirking down at you now, basking in your speechlessness.

"What's the matter?" he pressed, one of his hands that had been gripping your thigh moving along it slowly, towards your hip. "You shy now, little one?"

You glared at him. "You are not making that a nickname," you said indignantly. "Nothing about me is little."

He grinned, squeezing your thigh between his hand for good measure. "You're right. Cause you've got a huge praise kink, haven't you?"

"No," you denied with attitude, but Jungkook barely even registered it. You both knew it was true - you'd both seen the way you writhed beneath him just now.

"As much as I'd love to praise you," he continued, his hand still meandering along your inner thigh, "You've also got a big fucking attitude that needs punishing. Now be good and close your eyes like I told you to."

You really had no choice but to obey - and besides, you were a little intrigued to find out what he had in store, so you huffed at him for good measure, and let your eyes close again. A soft sound of clicking came from next to you, where it seemed he was reaching for something, and you wondered briefly what it was as you waited with baited breath.

By the time you realised what the sound was, it was too late to protest.

"Oh!" you gasped breathlessly, a hand flying out to grip his neck as extreme cold hit your skin, making your whole body tense.

Jungkook had an ice cube between his thumb and forefinger, and it was trailing slowly from your knee towards your core.

He chuckled at your reaction. "Sensitive today, huh," he remarked.

"You fucking assho-" you managed to hiss, but could say no more because your mouth had dropped open into a desperate pant, as he moved the cube to your other thigh, starting again at your knee and bringing it slowly along your inner thigh.

It was pure overstimulation. The ice was freezing and solid and left cold trails along your skin, making you shiver. Jungkook didn't venture anywhere near your entrance, focused only on the insides of your thighs, and that made it torturous. You couldn't decide if you desperately wanted him to press it there, or if that would be far too much to deal with for one evening.

You badly wanted to open your eyes. But Jungkook had instructed you otherwise, and this was so much already - your legs were beginning to tremble in his hold - and you were afraid of how far he might take this if you disboeyed him again.

The temperature of your skin compared to the cold object was feverishly hot, and you prayed that the ice cube would dissolve quickly in contact with it, becuase you couldn't withstand this for long. But the ice cube was large and heavy, and though it melted as it went, leaving trails of dampness along your thighs, it still remained in tact.

Jungkook was still grinning. You didn't need to open your eyes to know that. But you could also hear how laboured his breathing had become, presumably at the sight of you, powerless in his strong grip, whining as he trailed the ice cube delicately along your thigh.

"That feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky, clearly affected by the sight of you shaking with overstimulation beneath him. "You like that? Or is it too much for you?"

Stubbornly, you shrugged, hating how much you loved him calling you baby.

"It's not that bad at all," you lied, as evenly as you could.

"Oh," he replied. "Good. Because it's about to get a whole lot worse."

He took the ice cube from your thigh, and placed it right over your entrance.

"Shit!" you hissed, bucking away from the sensation, but Jungkook was insistent, pressing the freezing cold object right against your hot, slick opening and laying his fingers flat against it. As if that weren't enough, he dragged it slowly upwards, making you cry out in agonising pleasure, as it trailed towards your clit.

"I think you really like that, huh," he murmured, seeing how your head threw back at the sensation, and you sensed his lips were right above yours, leaning over you as the ice cube slipped over the swollen nub of flesh at the top of your folds to make you jolt uncontrollably. "Right there?"

"Oh, fuck," you let out uncontrollably, gripping Jungkook's neck as he circled your clit with the cube lightly. "Fuck, that's-"

It was hard to even fathom the sensations you were feeling. It was like lightning, shooting towards the same place at the base of your spine. Like electricity, lighting up every nerve ending until you were on fire. Like a tidal wave about to break over you and wash you up on the shore of pleasure, breathless and weak.

It was gonna make you come really fucking quickly.

Jungkook squeezed your thigh hard as you whimpered beneath him, and you felt his muscles tense where you had your fingers threaded around his neck.

At least you knew you weren't the only one affected by this.

"Look at me," he demanded huskily.

You opened your eyes.

Jungkook was looming over you, his hair messy from your fingers running through it, his pupils so dark that his eyes seemed ink black, and his lip ring caught between his teeth as he watched you. Your eyes caught on the tiny birthmark below his lip, wanting to trace it with your finger. You could only imagine what you looked like right now; Jungkook still had the ice cube circling slowly around your swollen clit with his fingers, and your mouth was parted in pleasure, unable to help the whimpers that dropped from it with the delicious movements of his fingers.

"There you go," he encouraged, clearly satisfied at seeing the pleasure that lit up your face, the fact that you were yielding to him slowly. "That's a good girl. You ready to say sorry to daddy yet for misbehaving?"

"N-never," you managed to shake your head, the last of your bratty behaviours hanging on to the bitter end, though you were still clinging to him like a vice, vision blurry with pleasure.

Jungkook tutted and pulled the ice from you, granting you a moment to recover yourself. But the respite was short, and you should have seen his next move coming.

"Have it your way," he murmured.

Dark eyes locked on yours, he opened his mouth slowly, and placed the dripping ice cube between his lips.

"Oh, god no," you let out in a desperate breath. You knew exactly where this was going now, and you were powerless to stop it.

And besides, it was too late.

Jungkook leaned down, and pressed it against your entrance with his mouth this time.

"Oh - fuck!" you cried out in delightful agony, as Jungkook's lips met your folds, the ice cube still nestled gently between them, as he repeated his motions this time with his mouth. He moved it over you slowly, dragging it between your shaking folds, gathering all of your arousal onto it so he could taste it for himself.

The knot in your stomach tightened indescribably. It was a fucking filthy move, and you loved it.

The ice cube finally disintegrated beneath his lips, leaving only cold water for him to lap up - which he did, with fervour, his tongue licking bold slow strokes from your entrance to your clit until he had caught all of it.

You were in heaven. After a week of teasing and spanking and kissing, this was what you had been craving, his gorgeous pierced pink mouth on you, and you forgot yourself for a moment - forgot that this was a punishment, that you were supposed to resist him - and gave in to the hypnotic movements of his ice-cold lips against your swollen core.

"Oh..." you could barely finish a sentence, could barely do anything except curl your toes and grip his hair between your fingers and feel how badly you needed to come in his mouth. "Oh, Kookie, yes-"

It was as though the sound of his name brought him back to reality. Jungkook pulled away, placing a teasing kiss right over your soaked clit.

"Would you look at that," he murmured, smirking up at you from between your thighs, tattooed hands still gripping them hard. "Ice cube's all melted."

You stared at his damp mouth through hooded eyes, tempted to drag him up to you and taste him in your pleasure-soaked daze. "Mhm."

You knew what was next. You knew that his mouth was going to find your core again, alone this time with no ice cube, just his tongue and your clit and a one-way ticket to ecstasy. Your thighs were trembling in his grip at even the thought of it.

So imagine your surprise when he stood, eye level with you once more, and whispered - "Guess I'd better get this bucket back to Jin-hyung before the rest of it melts too."

The bubble of pleasure burst in an instant.

Was he fucking for real?

"What?" you managed, breathless.

Jungkook shrugged, indicating to the bucket next to you on the cabinet. "It's gonna melt. I gotta go."

"Are you-" you began, anger rising in you to boiling point. "Are you fucking edging me right n-"

But then you remembered yourself. Remembered the game you were playing.

This was your punishment, and you couldn't let him see that it was working.

So you calmed, despite the buzzing in your veins and the pool of desire in your stomach.

"Fine," you crossed your arms over your chest and looked away, chin raised in feigned disinterest. "Go. That was doing nothing for me anyway."

Jungkook just grinned, seeing straight through your lie. "Really? Cause the way you were pulling my hair just now says a whole lot different."

You huffed, still refusing to turn your head to look at him.

"Tell you what," he leaned in close to you, his hands returning to your waist to press your body against his, as his mouth met the shell of your ear. "I'll make you a deal."

Electricity sparked through you as he pressed a kiss there, his lip ring grazing your skin. "I'm listening," you replied.

"I'll keep going," he offered, kisses trailing slowly along the column of your neck. "If you ask nicely."

You narrowed your eyes at him and placed your hands on his chest. "No."

"It's not hard," he murmured, breath fanning over your jaw. "You just say, daddy, please put your mouth on me. Easy as that."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, doing your best to hide exactly how tempting that was as you pushed him off you.

"You're delusional, junior."

For a moment Jungkook looked irritated with your non-compliance, but then he just shrugged.

"Your choice," he moved backwards, immediately making you disappointed at the loss of contact. "I guess you're staying wet for me, then."

With that he shifted your skirt back down your hips, reached for the ice bucket, and made his way to your bedroom door.

"Oh," he called over his shoulder, his smirk so arrogant you could barely stand it. "And put some panties on, little one."

"Fuck you," you cursed back, scrambling upright on the chest of drawers. "And fuck that nickname."

But Jungkook just glanced back to look at your legs swinging off the end of the tall furniture, at the distance between your feet and the ground.

"Good luck getting down," he winked.

And then he was gone.

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For the rest of the evening, you were furious.

For a long time after you managed to climb down from the cabinet (which, admittedly, did take a while), you huffed and paced your room, still a little sore on your bad ankle, wondering how one man had managed to make you buzz so fervently with desire in such a short space of time, and then leave you high and dry.

Well, not dry, exactly. The opposite, in fact.

But that was besides the point.

Eventually you composed yourself enough to venture downstairs, having actually taken his advice and thrown on some panties. You sat through the barbecue, making polite small talk with Hobi and Jimin, but other than that you were sour-faced and recalcitrant - especially when Jungkook glanced your way with that infuriatingly arrogant smirk. He was clearly feeling full of himself, and you hated him for it, but hated yourself more for the fact that you couldn't stop replaying the memory of his tongue between your legs.

Hours passed, and still you couldn't get the desire buzzing in your core to subside. Even once you had retired to bed, pulling on your vest and sleep shorts and lying in bed, you simply stared at the ceiling pointlessly, listening as the house quietened around you. Everyone else was falling asleep, but you were far too awake to even consider sleeping, and you turned the evening's events over in your mind, trying to sift through them.

Clearly, he was better at this than he'd given himself credit for. You understood what he meant now when you'd asked him in the forest if he'd explored kinks before, and he said he might have explored them 'unintentionally'. Jungkook had probably been doing kinky stuff in the bedroom all this time, just following his instincts on what feels good, without actually knowing that it was a kink. That was good. It meant he wasn't a complete beginner.

He'd even called himself daddy. A lot of guys with a daddy kink didn't know to do that, didn't know how hot it was when they did it. And even if you hadn't reciprocated it, hadn't called him it as he'd asked, he'd still managed to assert his dominance over you this evening. Of that, there was no doubt.

So now, as his sexual educator (and owner of one very insistent and worked up vagina), you had one of two choices.

Either you came up with a plan to get your revenge and wind Jungkook up even more, to see if he could handle taking the punishment further. Or, you gave in to him on this occasion.

Both of them were tempting. The former option probably led to more punishment, although it would be a consolation to see Jungkook's face of irritation when you annoyed him again. The latter option led to sacrificing a tiny part of your pride, admitting that he'd won this round. But it would probably also lead to - if today's preview was anything to go by - a truly mind-bending orgasm.

Which to choose?

You sighed, gazing at the ceiling of your room, the knot in your stomach still taut and pulsing.

Being a brat was so hard sometimes.

Twenty minutes later, you climbed out of bed, and made your choice.

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