♠︎ eighteen [18+]

author's note:

this chapter is the longest so far, and it's ~hot~. 

it also happens to feature Wednesday Jungkook. you know, the one that wants to leave you with that afterglow.

^ THIS ONE.

you're welcome.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook was gaming, when the knock came at his bedroom door. 

He paused the game and tossed the controller aside. It was well past midnight, and he sighed as he shuffled towards the door, wondering who it might be. 

He froze at the sight of you, leaning against the doorframe.

Something deep in the pit of his stomach knotted tighter. He felt the low aching in his balls that had been present ever since he'd visited your room with that ice bucket earlier that evening, the one that hadn't quite gone away. 

Seeing you in that outfit had broken something primal inside him. And now here you were, in a simple t-shirt and sleep shorts, making his cock react in exactly the same way. 

Jungkook didn't think he'd ever be able to get a handle on you.

"I thought you might want some feedback," you said evenly, when Jungkook didn't speak. "On your little performance earlier."

Jungkook stared at you. Though he'd hoped you might come crawling to him, he couldn't work out your true intentions here. 

Still, the opportunity to have you in his room, alone, was too good to pass up. He'd been sporting a semi since he'd tasted you earlier, and any time he even thought about burying his face in your thighs til you came, it seemed to make it worse.

So really, there was no choice involved.

He stood back a little, holding the door open in invitation. You smiled slyly, stepping past him. For a moment he saw your gaze linger on his chest, and he was confused - he was only wearing a plain white vest and casual grey hoodie - but when he saw that the hoodie had slipped to reveal his tattooed shoulder, he grinned to himself.

Was that another one of your weaknesses? Jungkook thought he was getting kinda good at guessing them now. 

"So," you began, standing in the middle of the room and gazing at him, arms crossed. "That was hot."

He raised an eyebrow. "It was?"

"Mm," you murmured, smirking. "Didn't know you were into sensation play, bunny boy."

He did his best to ignore that irksome nickname. "Neither did I," he said honestly. "I didn't even know it was called that."

You grinned. "How do you feel about wax?" 

Jungkook had never thought about it, but then he let his mind wander to the image of you, naked and writhing, as he dripped the hot substance onto your bare skin. 

"Yeah," he mused. "I could get into it."

"I do have one improvement point," you said, shifting a little. He sensed unease from you; you were averting your gaze. It was not something you usually did, normally happy to stare him down, even up close. But he was learning you better, learning that this was a sign of discomfort.

"Okay," he nodded, crossing his own arms. "I'm listening."

"Consent," you replied. "I know that was super hot, and I was into it. But if this woman... Yooba-"

"Yoora," he corrected.

"Whatever," you dismissed with a wave of your hand. "If she wasn't into it, you'd need to know that. So get verbal consent for everything you're gonna do."

"Okay..." Jungkook replied slowly, unsure if this was really all you wanted. "That's all?"

You nodded, examining your nails in fake boredom. "That's it."

And again, Jungkook felt he could see through you this time. 

"You didn't come here for... any other reason?" he said, taking a step closer to you. 

You shrugged. "No," you said coolly. Voice and expression, unreadable.

But your unwillingness to meet his eye was giving you away.

Jungkook grinned. "You're not here to apologise, then?"

"Apologise?" you said, furrowing a brow. "No idea what you're talking about."

He had come to stand in front of you now and as he stepped closer, you backed away teasingly. So he kept coming closer, step by step, until your back hit his bedroom wall, and he loomed above you. 

"You were very badly behaved," he said now, a hand resting on the wall beside your head. "About to go out in front of all my hyungs in that tiny little skirt with no panties on."

You shrugged casually, as if it were no big deal. Jungkook's jaw clenched, but he stayed focused.

"Besides," he continued, leaning in a little. "You know that if you say sorry, you'll make me very happy. You might even get a reward."

At this, you didn't shrug, and your eyes darkened ever so slightly. 

Jungkook felt the knot in his stomach tighten again. He knew he had piqued your interest.

"You really want me to say I'm sorry?" you murmured, lips brushing his teasingly. "It really means that much to you, junior? Actions speak louder than words, y'know."

Jungkook paused now. Could you really mean what he thought you meant?

Fuck it, he thought, unable to quench the desire pooling inside him any longer. I'm going for it.

"You're right," he replied tentatively, letting his own lips touch yours. "They do."

Then he trusted his instincts, and took a risk. 

"Get on your knees," he murmured.

Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, afraid he might have misjudged this. But you didn't seem surprised by the command. 

In fact, you did something completely unexpected.

You obeyed him. 

Fuck, he cursed internally, seeing the way you gazed up at him, hands in your lap, blinking those long lashes innocently. It was almost obedient. 

It made his cock twitch.

"What's wrong, bunny boy?" you asked as he paused, ruining any illusion of obedience immediately. "Never had a girl on her knees before?"

"Never had a girl like you down there, that's for fucking certain," he murmured honestly.

He almost hadn't meant to say it aloud, and he thought he saw a blush creep up your cheeks, made worse when he undid his grey hoodie and shrugged it off, leaving him in just his white vest and sweatpants. This time, he didn't miss the eyes that trailed over his tattooed arm.

Yeah, that's a definite weakness, he mused, tossing the hoodie to the side and reaching for you. 

"You want this, baby?" he gazed at you sincerely, threading a hand into your hair and stroking your scalp with his thumb gently. "You wanna make daddy happy and suck his cock?"

As obviously disgruntled as you were to agree with him when he called himself daddy, Jungkook thought he saw a look of pride in your small smile. After all, he was doing exactly the thing you'd asked for earlier. He was seeking verbal consent.

He was learning.

You only nodded at first, obviously testing his newfound knowledge.

"Use your words," he encouraged, seeing the pride flicker in the corner of your mouth again. It made him feel fucking invincible.

You blinked up at him, equally proud and aroused. "Yes, I want it."

His cock throbbed with desire. 

"Prove it," he challenged.

You didn't waste another second. 

In mere moments, you had reached into his sweatpants, pulling his cock from his briefs and stroking it with one hand. His usual self-consciousness kicked in, as it always did when he was naked or vulnerable with someone he'd not been there with before. What if you thought he was gross, or weird, or not good enough? 

But all of those fears were allayed when your eyes flashed up at him in desire, not breaking eye contact for a moment as you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked boldly.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed, bracing himself with a hand on the wall, the other still buried in your hair. Your mouth was warm and damp and silky, and he was already so worked up that he was afraid this might not last long, afraid he might embarrass himself way too quickly. 

"You have a really big cock," you observed casually, pulling back a little to pump him gently. "You know that?"

Jungkook did not, in fact, know that. He knew he wasn't small - and also, that size didn't really matter when it came to pleasuring girls and boys alike - but still, the absolute headrush it gave him to hear you say this was overwhelming.

"Is that a problem?" he asked breathlessly.

A wicked smirk grace your expression. "No," you replied.

And then you parted your lips, and took his whole length in your mouth. 

"Oh-" he cried out in surprise and pleasure. The warm cavern of your mouth was like heaven, and as you bobbed on his length slowly, swallowing down all the salty pre-come leaking from him, Jungkook thought he must have died, because there was no way this was real life. It felt way too good.

He reached down, beneath your chin, brushing his fingers over your neck. He saw confusion cross your face, thinking maybe he was going to choke you - but he was simply running his fingers lightly over the same patch of skin each time you took his length into your mouth.

"Fuck," he hissed, his thumb caressing the taut skin of your throat where it bulged with his cock. "You're taking me so fucking deep, baby."

"Mhm," you moaned in response, mouth full. A rush of desire and power pounded in his veins at the sight of that smart mouth of yours being put to a very different use.

"Such a bratty fucking mouth on you, but look at you now, huh?" he murmured, unable to stop himself from voicing the thought, the filthy words that tumbled from his lips feeling foreign. "On your knees with daddy's cock in your mouth. Right where you fucking belong."

His fingers felt the vibration of your moan where they were still brushing your throat, bulging with his cock again, and it was this that did it. His grip on your hair fastened, balls tightening quickly, as his abdomen began to clench. 

"That's it," he murmured urgently. "You gonna swallow it all for me, hm?"

You nodded, and Jungkook pulled out entirely to hear you say it. "Yes," you rasped quickly, panting out a quick breath, before you were swallowing him again, this time so far in that Jungkook felt it brush boldly against the back of your throat.

He was done for after that.

Drenched in pleasure, he came in a blinding haze of light, clenching his fist in your hair as you swallowed his release in hot, erratic spurts. You reached a hand out to his leg to steady yourself, squeezing it a little as your throat bobbed, taking it all in, and the thought of you swallowing it all made Jungkook's veins sing in triumphant desire.

"God," he cursed, breathing heavy and watching you through hooded eyes. "Fuck, yes."

He stayed buried in your throat for a long time as the orgasm wore off, blissed out and unwilling to move from the warm cavern of your mouth. His forehead fell forward into his elbow that rested against the wall, the other at the back of your head - but after a moment, he felt you jerk backwards violently. You tapped his leg urgently. 

He snapped back to his senses, pulling his length from between your lips slowly as you coughed and spluttered a little.

"Shit," he panicked, a rush of guilt filling him. "Fuck, did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, catching your breath. "Couldn't breathe... I forgot... forgot the safe word," you panted.

Jungkook gazed down at you, reaching out a thumb to brush the dampness from the edge of your mouth. "Maple," he reminded you, though he did wonder how you were supposed to say it when your mouth was so full.

You smiled, eyes glistening and wet. "Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry."

For a moment it was quiet, as both of you recovered, gazing at each other.

"Did you really swallow it all?" Jungkook asked. He had to know.

You nodded, opening your mouth to show him the evidence. Another throb of desire and satisfaction ran through him.

"See," he pointed out cheekily. "You can be a good girl."

You shrugged slyly. "Well," you wiped your bottom lip, making Jungkook throb once more. "When it's for a good cause..."

Jungkook tucked himself back into his pants, still gazing down at you. There was something in your eye, something he couldn't quite suss out, until he realised that it was desire. You weren't satisfied yet.

Was it sucking his cock that had turned you on? Or, like him, had you been riled up since he licked over you with that ice cube?

Either way, Jungkook had an inkling that you needed to get off too. And he was only too happy to provide.

"My offer still stands, y'know," he said, running a hand through your hair affectionately. "Ask nicely, and I'll carry on what we started earlier."

You stood up now, eyeing him with a fire in your dark irises. "As tempting as that is, junior, I think I'll pass," you replied.

Jungkook knew not to be disappointed. He'd come to expect this level of resistance from you now. Come to learn exactly how to play it.

"Fine," he shrugged, walking over to his bed and sitting down on the edge, gazing at you. "Go."

But you didn't go. You stood, frozen against the wall, hands behind your back as you gazed at him. 

This in itself was enough to tell Jungkook that you weren't going anywhere.

"Or," he offered, buoyed by this realisation, "you can get yourself off here."

Something dangerous rolled over your expression, but you composed yourself quickly. "Why would I wanna do that?" 

"Well, you're gonna go back to your room and rub your wet little pussy while you think of me anyway, aren't you?" Jungkook challenged, feeling a thrum of confidence in his veins. "You may as well stay and have the real thing to look at."

At this, your mouth dropped open in shock. For a long moment, you just glared at him.

"You," came the eventual, incredulous reply, "are far too arrogant for your own good."

But Jungkook noticed that you'd taken two steps towards him.

He grinned in triumph.

Shrugging again, as if it made no difference to him what you did - as if he might explode if you he didn't see you come at least once tonight - he gazed at you. 

"Maybe I am," he replied. "But you're considering it."

Another step towards him. Towards temptation. 

Jungkook felt it thrum through him, too.

"Say I was interested," you asked, eyeing him skeptically with crossed arms as you edged closer. "What did you have in mind?"

Jungkook looked down at his lap, then back at you, beckoning you with two fingers. "C'mere."

At first, you hesitated. But Jungkook knew deep down you wouldn't refuse, and eventually you came to him, letting his arms go up to pull you down onto him. A soft sound emitted from your lips - almost a gasp, but not quite - as Jungkook moved your thighs into place, either side of just one of his legs. 

"Now," he settled both his hands at your waist, gazing at you. "Ride my leg till you come."

This, clearly, was not what you had expected. You froze, hands squeezing his shoulders gently, looking at him as if to say - you can't be serious. 

Jungkook didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered that you clearly hadn't thought he'd had this in him. Truthfully, he hadn't even known he had it in himself. But something about you drove him to this. Something carnal and instinctive - a need to show you exactly who was in charge. 

It was you that was changing him. Teaching him. 

And - if the deep black pools in your eyes was anything to go by - it was working.

But beneath your surprise and desire, Jungkook sensed the tiniest bit of disappointment. And he sensed, also, that this was because you wanted him where you'd had him earlier - with his mouth between your legs.

As tempting as that was, Jungkook couldn't have you getting your way this time. Not yet.

"You don't get my mouth," he murmured, catching your lips in one, brief kiss. "You didn't ask nicely, like a good girl should. But I'll give you this, baby, since I'm feeling generous."

Your jaw clenched slightly in annoyance.

He could almost feel the urge in you to climb off of him, call him an arrogant shithead, and leave. Hell, even Jungkook thought he was being an arrogant shithead. He could barely stand himself and his overinflated ego right now.

But he was testing you. Seeing exactly how desperate you were for him, how far he could push you before you just admitted that you wouldn't be leaving tonight without screaming his name at least once.

"What will it be?" he breathed, gazing up at you as your mouths met again, brushing dangerously. 

You didn't reply.

You just shifted your hips against him, ever so slightly.

Jungkook grinned.

"Good choice, little one," he murmured, capturing your lips in a kiss once more.

"Fuck you," you hissed. But you didn't stop moving.

At first it was slow, and deliberate, as if you were experimenting with what felt best. Jungkook bit down on his lip ring, and he saw how you gazed at the silver piercing caught between his teeth, fighting the urge to grip your waist hard and rut up into you.

In the end, though, it didn't take long for your pace to increase. Clearly, you were still worked up from the ice earlier, and you weren't willing to pretend you wanted anything but to come. Your hips circled in a rhythmic motion, lip pulled up between your teeth in concentration. Jungkook loved watching it.

"That's it," he encouraged as you sped up, seeing the way your face twisted in pleasure. "Use me, baby. Get yourself off."

You only whined in response, grinding harder, both legs gripping the sides of one of his own. Nails dug pleasurably into his shoulders, gripping his vest, and he reciprocated, squeezing your waist and moving you in time with your motions, your sounds reaching a higher pitch with every rub of your folds against his thigh. 

But there was a look on your face, your features scrunched, in a mixture of desire and frustration. One of your small hands closed around his silver chain, squeezing it hard. 

Jungkook was confused for a moment, before a lightbulb clicked on in his head.

Dude, he realised all of a sudden, chiding himself for being so stupid. Focus. She's struggling to get there.

"Kookie..." you mumbled, expression pained as you rocked ever faster, for something that remained out of reach. "Can't..."

You didn't need to say it. Jungkook had realised by now. 

"Let me help," he murmured, noting that his own voice was husky with desire. "Let me help you, baby."

"Yes," you nodded quickly, eyes still squeezed shut, and Jungkook felt a strange warmth at the whining sound that left your lips. You were weirdly adorable when you finally gave up being a brat and let yourself loose.

"You're so fucking cute," he chuckled.

He saw the way you opened your eyes to glare at him for that - but it quickly changed to a desperate, pleading gaze, as his tattooed fingers slid under the band of your shorts, finding your clit and rubbing it slowly. 

"Oh," you bucked forward on his thigh as you cried out, seeking more friction, and Jungkook's other arm held you firmly in place around the waist, while his fingers continued their slow circles over you. You were slick and warm, just like you had been earlier, and it took every last shred of his restraint not to throw you back onto the bed, strip your shorts off, and fill his mouth with the taste of you.

But Jungkook sensed that you wanted his mouth between your legs more than anything else. So he wasn't going to give it to you just yet.

Besides, his fingers seemed to be having the desired effect. You were writhing against him, rocking faster and harder against the material of his sweatpants, hips grinding forward, your mouth dropped open in a permanent expression of pleasure.

"Fuck," you hissed when Jungkook swiped his fingers from left to right over your clit. He did it again, loving the way he was learning the places that made you weakest, feeling your legs beginning to tremble in their vice-like grip on his thigh.

"Yeah, baby, fuck," he echoed, cock twitching against his sweatpants. At this rate, you were gonna have him hard again before long. 

"Kookie," you whined, forehead pressed into his, clinging to his shoulders for dear life. "I'm... gonna..."

"Do it," he urged, his fingers repeating that motion he now knew you loved, feeling the pulse of desire through him as he realised you were right on the edge. "Let go."

In perhaps your most compliant move since he'd known you, you did just that, your whole body stiffening above him.

"Fuck!" you cried out, louder than you'd been all this time, and Jungkook placed a hand gently over your mouth quickly to ensure you didn't wake up the whole house as you moaned into it over and over again, the sounds muffled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

It was mesmerising to watch you. Jungkook could only gaze at you as you fell apart, your eyes screwed shut as you keened into him, your wet pussy vibrating against the thin fabric of his pants. He held you there, grinding your waist down with his hand into his leg, making sure to prolong your ecstasy for as long as he could, because you looked so fucking sexy while you came that he needed to burn it into his memory.

"Kookie," you whispered, when he finally took his hand from your mouth to let you breathe. Your forehead was still against his, and he loved the way your breath fanned over his face.

"You're good," he whispered back, as the orgasm released you from its grip. "So good."

Jungkook pulled his hand from your shorts, placing his two damp fingers in his mouth and licking them clean. The taste of you reminded him of earlier, of pressing that ice cube against you, and he strained again in his pants as your body slackened a little, forehead resting on his shoulder, panting heavily in recovery.

Your back started to rise and fall sharply, and for a horrifying second he thought you might be crying - but you weren't.

You were laughing. 

It wasn't your usually sardonic chuckle, the one that infuriated him so much. It was breathless, satisfied, and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh with you, feeling the way your laugh mixed with the vibrating afterglow of your orgasm under your skin, your whole body shaking above him. Your head left his shoulder and levelled with his, gazing at him openly, a whole galaxy of stars shining in your dark eyes.

Without needing to think, he kissed you.

Your lips were damp and pliant, and the kiss was soft, making a feeling of warmth and satisfaction spread through his limbs. He dove in again, slow and searching, loving the way you let him do this. Loving the fact that his release was on your tongue, and yours was on his. Loving the way they intertwined.

It felt different, because it wasn't a kiss that led anywhere. It was just a kiss, for kissing's sake. It felt nice.

But it was over far too quickly. 

"I, uh," you pulled back, tapping his shoulder gently, still panting a little. "I should go. Get some sleep."

Jungkook blinked. "Oh," he murmured, as you shifted off his lap. "Right. Yeah, okay."

You stood in front of him, letting out a deep exhale, crossing your arms over yourself, and he realised with an ache in his chest that you were cold. 

Stay, he wanted to say. I'll keep you warm. 

But he couldn't build up the courage, too confused by why he wanted you there anyway. You were his friend. A friend he wanted to fuck until he left your imprint in his mattress - but a friend nonetheless.

And clearly, from the way you wandered towards his door, it wasn't what you wanted to do. 

"Here," he said instead, darting from the bed towards where he had discarded his grey hoodie, holding it out to you. "Wear this."

Your eyes widened and you dismissed it quickly. "Oh, no, don't worry-"

He tutted. "Just take it. I can see you shivering," he rolled his eyes, holding out the hoodie. Eventually, you relented, taking it from him with a sheepish grin. 

"Thanks," you said, pulling it around your shoulders. "Night, Kookie."

"Goodnight," he whispered into the empty space you had once occupied, as you pulled his door closed behind you. He sat down on the edge of his bed again, and stayed there for a long moment.

You'd been reluctant to stay. That was clear. And although that was natural - you were just fucking, after all - Jungkook had sensed an extra level of fear in your eyes when you left. Why were you so unwilling to stick around?

And why had Jungkook wanted you to?

He shook it free, convinced he was overthinking it. It must be something to do with this whole 'taming a brat' thing he was trying. Something to do with the relationship between doms and brats. He'd talk to Yoongi about it tomorrow.

Yeah, he comforted himself, reaching over for the discarded game controller, and trying to take his mind off the fact that just watching you come had made him hard again.

Yoongi would have the answer.

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