♠︎ twenty five [18+]

author's note:

please note, this is a double update! make sure you read chapter twenty four first.

also there are explicit warnings in place for this one - you know what's about to go down 😉

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

The moment the pair of you reached the top of the stairs, the tension exploded.

Not that Jungkook hadn't expected this. After all, he'd been on edge since he woke up this morning - unlike you, he'd been only too aware of what day it was - and then when you'd appeared on the terrace in this dress, he'd known he'd only be able to retain his composure for so long. 

The low cut of it exposing your chest, the scooped back, and the way it ended mid-thigh... Jungkook thought it must have been made by the devil himself. 

So when he finally had you alone, his mission was to get it off you as soon as possible.

Jungkook stumbled into his room, dragging you in too by your waist, your lips not wanting to detach from his as you moaned against him. He shut the door behind him with his foot and reached for you, pulling you into him as you tangled together in one hot, desperate mass of limbs. 

"You've been so naughty this week," he rasped out, reaching back for your ass and spanking you hard once. You squealed in pleasure and pain against his mouth. "Bad girl."

"Fuck you," you managed, raking your hands through his hair. You knew you were playing with fire, and Jungkook felt the rage rising inside him. 

"I think maybe you need a good fucking spanking again, huh?" his hands went to the hem of your dress and pulled it swiftly over your head, before he strode across the room with you in his arms. 

Before you could protest he had dropped you onto the mattress, splaying you out across his bed.

"Shit," he eyed your figure, half-naked and resplendent against his starched white sheets in only your underwear.

He realised, suddenly, the problem with his plan.

How the fuck was he supposed to punish you for all the transgressions this week - the flirting with Namjoon, the outfit tonight, the half-naked sunbathing - when you looked like this? How could he retain any sense of control or composure, push you to your limits and maintain your boundaries, when he could barely control himself just looking at you? 

He couldn't, was the answer. He realised that.

Punishment was going to have to wait. 

 "Another time," he said now as he gazed down at you, the decision made. "I can't... I need to have you. Now."

Thankfully, you didn't seem confused by this. In fact, you seemed to be relieved by this decision - regardless of how much you loved to misbehave and be shown your place, it seemed that you, like him, were far too desperate for him right now to play games. You nodded eagerly.

Jungkook needed to fuck you. And you needed it just as much. 

"Show me," he ran a hand over your bra, squeezing gently between his fingers, the moan you let out making his balls ache as he wetted his bottom lip in anticipation. "Take this off for me, baby."

For once you obeyed him, easing the bra off and discarding it, and Jungkook's pants felt tighter once more at the sight of your naked chest. 

Fuck, you were so hot. 

"Take your fucking shirt off," you demanded brattily, reaching for the hem of his shirt, but Jungkook just laughed at you, swatting your hands away easily. 

"I'm in charge here, baby," he murmured, dipping his head down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it softly. "Not you. Be patient."

You huffed, but Jungkook didn't miss the way your chest arched up into his mouth as he licked over your nipple, a cry leaving your lips as he tended to the other one as well. 

"Stop teasing me," you protested, reaching for his body and dragging it over yours with surprising force. "I can't-"

You didn't finish your sentence, instead showing him what you meant - your legs went up around his waist, grinding your hips against his hard length. 

Jungkook had to fight not to come in his pants then and there.

"Shit," he murmured, feeling the way your core ground against him in stuttered thrusts. You were needy for it. Just as needy as him. "I need to fuck you. I don't know if I can wait any longer."

"So do it," you urged him, your eyes black with desire, and now you were undoing the belt of his jeans with trembling hands. "Please."

It was this simple word - one you so rarely gave up - that told Jungkook everything he needed to know. All of a sudden the controlled, composed game the pair of you had been playing for the last week was forgotten. Now, it was just a matter of lust. Of desire.

Of needing to be connected, as quickly as was humanly fucking possible.

Jungkook let himself go, pulling his shirt over his head and seeing the way your gaze raked over his chest in satisfaction when he did so, while your own hands made short work of your panties, leaving you naked under him. His jeans and briefs followed shortly after, and before he knew it he was pinning you down to the mattress, bare bodies intertwined, your legs wrapped tightly around him and your arms at his neck, pulling him down for a bruising kiss.

This was all happening so fast. He felt like he couldn't think. There was a cloud of desire in his head, making everything foggy except the route to getting inside you as fast as he could, and it seemed like you shared the exact same thought as you dug your heels into him hard. 

"Condom," he managed at the very last moment, knowing that lust aside, this was the most important thing. "I need one."

"Are you clean?" you asked, words coming out quick and sharp.

Jungkook nodded, and you bit your lip.

"Only if you want one," you told him. "I'm protected."

"Sure?" he asked, though it came out as more of a groan. The lust was threatening to overwhelm him now that he had you here, naked, spread out and ready for him. 

"Sure," you nodded. "Kookie, for fuck's sake, please, just-"

There was that word again. The one you so rarely said. Please. Jungkook knew now that he was right to skip the punishments, and the foreplay, because it had been a long week for both of you, and as he finally guided his cock towards your entrance he was basically throbbing with need, the lust inside him like a rabid animal, clawing at him, screeching at him to just take you and fuck you and mark you and make you his- 

"Ah-!" your face scrunched in pain. "Oh - shit - Kookie, maple, maple-"

"Fuck," Jungkook paused, pulling out immediately as the lust receded, like a radio static that had immediately switched off. 

Worry flooded him instead. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, cupping your cheek gently. "What's wrong?"

"Sorry," you gasped for air, clearly as affected by the fast and wild nature of your activities so far. "I think maybe we should've... I just... you're really big."

"Oh," he realised. He knew it was a serious moment, and that they probably shouldn't have rushed straight into this without stretching you out a little first - but he couldn't help being the tiniest bit proud of that. "Do you want to - I mean, we don't have to-"

But you were already shaking your head, drawing him back in with a reassuring smile. "No, I'll be okay, just - do you have lube?"

"Uh - yeah," he said, moving like lightning towards his dresser and reaching for the small bottle of liquid. 

"Fuck, I love bisexual men," you mused, watching him do this from the pillow. "They always have lube."

Jungkook smirked in amusement, gazing down at you, but after a moment both of your smiles faded.

"Are you sure?" he asked you, as he flipped open the cap of the bottle. "We really don't have to, you know."

"I know," you nodded, holding your hand to him with your palm facing upwards. "I want to."

Jungkook realised what you wanted him to do, his cock throbbing. He upturned the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of liquid onto your fingers instead of his own. 

You grinned, reaching for his cock. Jungkook hissed at the cold liquid as you spread it over him, watching his reactions with a dark, desirous gaze.

"That feels so good," he groaned honestly, letting his forehead rest against yours as you stroked his cock slowly.

"Yeah?" you murmured, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth. "You like that?"

Jungkook nodded, letting his eyes close. "Don't stop," he pleaded.

"Fuck," you breathed. Jungkook didn't know if you meant it as a general curse, surprised to see him pleading for something, or if you were enjoying this just as much as him, just pleasuring him with your hand and watching his reactions. 

It felt like the air had changed. Since you'd uttered the safe word, since the halt in your activities, Jungkook felt the crazed, lustful passion of your earlier movements dissipate completely. In its place was something softer, and slower. It was just as passionate, but unlike earlier where it felt like he was being burned in a blazing wildfire, this was more like a crackling fire in winter; something that was inside him, in his bones, that was making him ache for you.

It was better than earlier. So much better.

"Do it," you urged him after a moment, letting go of his cock as you claimed his lips once more. "I'm ready."

Jungkook nodded, not needing to be told twice as you lay back against the pillows, and guided his length back towards your opening. It was a slicker entrance this time, and though your breath hitched again as he nestled inside of you, you didn't stop him. 

Slowly - excruciatingly, torturously slowly - he slid into you, inch by inch, until finally you let out a relieved gasp that told him he'd bottomed out inside you.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling your hips shift a little beneath his as you adjusted to his length, heels digging into his back. "You feel so... you're so good."

The words virtually made you glow. 

As he rocked his hips outwards, and then back in again, taking you in a steady rhythm at first, he watched the effects of the praise work on your body. You loosened a little, relaxed beneath him, as if the pleasure was starting to outweigh the discomfort. 

Jungkook remembered your conversation from days earlier, about your favourite kinks. About praise.

"I've worked it out, you know," he told you now, his words casual compared to the way his hips drove into yours over and over again. "Why you like me praising you so much."

"Oh?" you questioned in amusement, though it was barely above a whisper. Your hair had fanned out in a halo around your head, and your mouth hung partly open, clinging to him like a vice as he fucked you steadily.

"Because you're an acheiver, aren't you little one?" he teased, leaning down to press a kiss against your throat, remembering how much you liked to be touched there. You whined, tilting your chin, telling him without words that you wanted more. "Remember, you told me you always wanted to do something important in life. You like to win."

You narrowed your eyes at him now, at his teasing words, but Jungkook didn't stop.

"That's why you like it so much when I tell you how fucking smart you are," he assessed, his fingers coming up now to ghost over the pink marks he'd left on your neck. "Because there's nothing that makes you happier than being daddy's favourite, hm? Being my best girl."

"Get over yourself, junior," you shot back, but it was a gasping moan, your eyelashes fluttering. There was no conviction behind it. 

And Jungkook knew then that he was right. 

Of course the over-achiever had a praise kink. It wasn't exactly rocket science. Even still, Jungkook felt inordinately self-assured that he'd managed to work this out. 

"Complain all you like, baby," he told you now, letting his fingers drift up towards your jaw, holding your chin between his hand so that your eyes met his. "But don't act like your pussy doesn't shake when I tell you you're a good girl."

"Kookie..." you managed at his words. Your eyes were starting to glaze over in pleasure and - just as he'd predicted - your core was starting to tremble, the first echoes of an orgasm.

"Daddy," he corrected you, wanting to see if now that he was inside you, you might be a bit more receptive to obeying him. "Not Kookie."

"No," you grinned, but it wasn't a smirk. It was a genuine smile. You knew full well what you were doing, and Jungkook knew that you wouldn't be calling him daddy at all this time, if you could help it. 

Instead, you were baiting him to see what he would do next. And Jungkook had a trick up his sleeve.

"Last chance," he warned you, his hips quickening their pace and you whined, eyes shutting tight against the oncoming wave of pleasure. "Call me daddy, baby. Be good."

But you shook your head again. "N-never," you uttered. 

Jungkook shrugged, secretly thrilled at your disobedience.

"Have it your way," he muttered.

His left hand closed around your throat.

"Oh-!" the squeak of surprise that left you was cut off as you realised his intentions, and for a moment Jungkook panicked that he hadn't explicitly checked this would be okay with you; but then your eyes were rolling and your mouth was dropping open as you gasped in pleasure, your pussy clenching even tighter around his cock, and he knew he had done the right thing.

"That's it, take it," he ordered you, his voice taking on a more frantic tone now as his hips began to stutter. He was dangerously close to the edge, but he'd be damned if he came before you. He squeezed the sides of your throat, just like Namjoon had told him to, and felt a scream of pleasure vibrate in your throat under his hand. 

It felt fucking incredible.

"You there, baby?" he encouraged, hips thrusting into you so hard now that he felt the bed beginning to rock against the wall. "You gonna fucking come for me, huh?"

"Yes, Kookie- fuck!" you gasped. Jungkook remembered from before how loud you were when you were right on the edge, and since he wasn't blocking your windpipe at all, he sensed your volume creeping up once again, threatening to inform everyone in the rooms around you (and maybe even downstairs) what you were doing. And as much as he'd been telling the truth earlier about the NDAs, he didn't exactly want to be the talking point of the group for the next week - for your sake, and for his. 

So instead, he took initiative and let go of your waist, letting his tattooed hand go up towards your mouth. 

"Here, baby," he said, tapping his fingers against your lips. "Suck these for daddy, hm?"

These moments, right before you came, were when you were the most obedient. Jungkook's cock throbbed with want as you let your mouth fall open in compliance, sucking two of his fingers and keeping them there as your eyes glazed over in ecstasy.

Jungkook was going wild. The sight of you, subdued and moaning for him, one hand around your throat and the other in your mouth, glassy eyed and trembling, was nearly making him feral, and he fucked you down into the mattress, feeling the way your pussy nearly released with every single thrust.

You were seconds away, he knew that. So was he. He just needed one last push to get you there.

He gazed down at you, at your hair spread out messily before you, and uttered the most honest thought he'd had all evening.

"My pretty little sub," he murmured.

These four words were enough to do it. 

You clenched around him so hard that Jungkook thought he might pass out from the pleasure, and then he did pass out from it - or that's how it felt. His range of vision went startlingly black before it burst, exploding into starlight and colour as he pumped into you in stuttering thrusts. He was only aware of sensations now; the feel of your hands digging into his shoulders as you came, your cry of his name muffled against his fingers, the softness of your hair as he collapsed down into the pillow, spilling himself into you in uncontrollable bursts. 

There was no sensation like it. Jungkook was in heaven, murmuring your name over and over again like a prayer.

For a long moment, the pair of you stayed there, panting and breathless. Jungkook felt the way your skin vibrated against his lips, where they rested on your shoulder. Your fingers stroked idly across his back, making his stomach curl deliciously.

He felt like he was glowing. 

When he had enough energy to raise his head, he found you grinning at him so widely, it make his heart ache for a moment.

"Fucking hell," you laughed breathlessly, gazing up at him. "That was... yeah. I can work with that."

Jungkook couldn't help but to laugh either at your words. He drew out of you, making you wince a little, and rolled off you onto his back, catching his breath. He was in good shape, but something about you made him feel like he'd been running a marathon. 

He wanted to sleep for weeks, and do that again, all at the same time.

After a moment you made to clamber out of the sheets, and Jungkook watched you quizzically, until you caught him staring. 

"I have to go pee, junior, I don't want a UTI," you told him as though it were obvious, striding into his bathroom completely bare, throwing him a knowing smirk over your shoulder as you did. Jungkook watched you go, barely able to breathe still, enamoured with the sight of you without clothes on.

If he had his way this evening, you'd be staying that way for a very long time. 

But when you came back into the bedroom a moment later, you were putting on clothes. Putting them on. 

Jungkook did not like that. Not one bit.

"What are you doing?" he said, resting his head on one elbow as he turned onto his side to watch you. 

You gazed at him as if it were obvious as you retrieved your panties and stepped into them. "I'm leaving."

"You're going?" he asked, incredulous. Part of him had expected this, and yet he was surprised nonetheless. "After we... you know you can stay, right?"

You shot him a nonchalant smile. "Yeah," you breathed, pulling on your bra. "I know, Kookie. But I'd rather go. It's less complicated."

And with that you were turning from him, reaching for your dress.

A strange, powerful feeling surged through him as he watched you bend to pick it up. Why did you want to go? He wanted nothing more than to pin you beneath him and take you again - or if you weren't up for it, to fall asleep with you in his arms. Fuck, he wouldn't even mind watching a movie, or playing a game, or something. 

He just didn't want you to leave. 

"But - what about aftercare?" he argued as you picked up the dress, needing to find something, anything that would convince you to get back into bed. "I'm supposed to be learning all this stuff, right? How can I learn it if you won't stay?"

"Kookie, we haven't done anything I need aftercare for yet," you sighed, giving him a pleading look. "When we move on to the heavier stuff, I'll let you take care of me all you want, okay? Just let me go-"

"No," Jungkook, sat up in bed now, letting the sheets pool around his waist. "No. I'm sorry, I can't. Something's wrong."

You rolled your eyes and made to speak, but he cut you off.

"Please don't roll your eyes," he said instinctively, though it was calm and not unkind. "I can tell that you're anxious right now. It's okay if you don't want to stay, but please, just tell me the truth."

At this, you had no response, taken aback by his surprisingly accurate words. Your mouth opened and then closed again, as if you were tempted to say something, but had thought better of it.

Jungkook wasn't letting it go this time. Sex or no sex, he couldn't in good conscience let you walk out that door, because as much as you protested that you were walking away out of choice, he knew it was a lie. 

He knew that you were running from something.

"Talk to me," he pleaded, softer this time. "Please."

It was silent between you for a while. Jungkook could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and tried to calm the violent swarm of emotions that was ploughing through his chest.

"I think..." you began after a long pause. 

You looked up at him from across the room, and Jungkook noticed in concerned horror that you were crying.

"I think it's time I told you about Tae."

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