♠︎ forty four [18+]

mild content warning that this chapter contains some pretty messy/detailed descriptions of sex/c*me so pls skip to where you see the '⁃⁃♠︎⁃⁃' if you're not comfortable with that! 

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook had never known anything like the sensation of you in his arms that night.

He'd never had sex like it. Nobody - woman or man - had ever made him feel like that, react like that, even come like that before. And to see you in the same position, more fucked out and blissful than he'd ever seen you, had made the experience a million times more precious.

He was fairly sure he would die a happy man, now - he could never have sex again in his lifetime, and know that he had peaked on this one particular night, on an island in the middle of nowhere.

So why, he wondered, had he awoken in the pitch black middle of the night, hard and aching for you once more?

 It was his arousal that had awoken him, and now he couldn't get back to sleep. The room was inky black and so it must be deep into the night; beside him, you slept on in the same position he'd placed you in hours before.

Jungkook became aware once more of your bare body pressed firmly into his, and his cock throbbed again. 

Fuck, stop it, he gritted his teeth at himself, willing his little problem to go away so he could fade back into sleep, but it was no use. Being pressed up against you, especially when there were no clothes in the way, was like a field day for his cock.

He tried to extricate himself from you a little - he didn't want to, but desperate times called for desperate measures - but he moved too quickly, and sensed you waking up.

Shit, he cursed himself, making to move back, but it was too late. You were shifting beside him. 

"Mmh," you mumbled, sleep-warm and adorable. "Kookie?"

"Yes baby," he whispered back against your shoulder, tense and nervous.

"You're hard," you told him matter-of-factly, as if he wasn't fully aware of his own erection prodding into your butt.

"Just ignore it. It'll go away," he told you, which was a straight-up lie. But after everything Jungkook had done to you last night, no way was he putting you through anything else for at least twenty-four hours.

"Don't believe you," you murmured, squeezing Jungkook's hand that was still tangled with yours. 

As you said it, you shifted your hips ever so slightly, rubbing torturously against his cock.

"Baby," he choked out, blinded by a sudden rush of desire. "Don't."

"I want to," you whispered, reaching back for him and grasping the hair at the nape of his neck. He loved it when you did that. "Want you."

"You'll be sore," he protested, but even Jungkook could sense the resolve weakening in his voice. If you wanted this, he wasn't sure he'd be able to deny you.

"Don't care," you tugged at his hair, fingers weak with sleep but insistent enough to make a point. "Just take it."

Despite your clipped words, Jungkook understood your meaning. 

You wanted Jungkook to use you to get himself off, despite the fact that you would probably not be able to come.

He was flooded with unbelievable affection, and unavoidable shame, at the same time.

"Not like this," he hissed, closing his eyes as you ground back into him. "Baby - please -"

Have mercy on me, he wanted to beg you. But your hips were still shifting against his, pushing upwards until finally his cock came into contact with your bare, wet folds. Jungkook gasped at the slickness of it, the way your arousal coated his length.

"S'okay," you said, turning your face so that you were nearly gazing at him, and he sensed the genuine consent in your eyes through the dim shadows. "I'm yours. Use me."

Jungkook nearly came then and there.

He could no longer hold himself back. He let your hips shift into alignment, crooking them backwards a little, until he slid into your wet, warm entrance, inch by agonising inch.

 It was so slow. The slowest he'd ever taken it with anyone, and yet at the same time it managed to be the hottest thing he'd ever done, on par with last night. Where that had been frantic and urgent, a battle of wills... this was lustful, and passionate, and somehow altogether more overwhelming than if he were fucking your brains out.

"God," he gasped out against your neck, squeezing his eyes shut, leaving soft reassuring kisses there as he rocked into you. The languid press of his hips meant he could focus on the way he fucked you, searching for the spot he'd found so easily last time, the deepest angle he could find.

But he felt a slight disappointment take root in his chest that, no matter how right his angles were, how deep and caring his movements, you were unlikely to be able to finish.

Instead, he focused on making you feel good in whatever way he could.

"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmured now, his tongue finding the junction of your neck and your shoulder. "So good to let me do this."

"Kookie," you gasped right back - at the words or the movements or both, he couldn't tell. But what he could see now was your expression, or at least the outline of it, revealed in the dark shadows of the room, scrunched up in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

He hated that this wasn't all pleasure for you, and at the same time he felt so honoured that you had let him do it.

"So sexy," he continued his praise, letting his tongue dart out and suck gently at the sweet spot on your neck, making you cry out in pleasure. "So smart. So talented, baby. I love everything about you."

It was as close to a confession as he had ever come, and he paused with a racing heart to see if you would stiffen at it. But it seemed that the words merely washed over you without realising their meaning, still in the height of your pleasure-induced haze that Jungkook had caused last night, because you simply clenched around him, making him throb at a dangerously close precipice.

Jungkook gripped your hip hard, knowing he wouldn't last much longer.

He wanted badly to finish inside you again, and he could see it was what you wanted too; but the angle was awkward, his cock slippery with your own arousal and his, and just as he was about to come it slipped free of you, bucking upwards to slide against your oversensitive clit instead.

"Oh!" you jolted, gripping his hair firmly and tipping Jungkook over the edge with this one movement. He swore in a low groan as he came faster than expected, coating the swollen bud of your clitoris in his release, hot spurts of it slicking your folds, mixing with your own wetness. You cried out as Jungkook's hips stuttered hard, his body singing with satisfaction, no longer taut and wound up, as he finished covering you in his come.

Fuck, he thought as he pictured it, heart racing, cursing beyond all things that it was the deepest hour of night right now - he prayed for some light, so he could lift the covers and look at you. He imagined the way your pussy must look, shaking, dripping in his release, pink and swollen from everything you'd done in the last few hours. He nearly hardened again thinking about how it would leak down your thighs.

But as arousing as this mental image was, it hardly compared at all to what you did next.

Jungkook watched as your hand left the nape of his neck, travelling down over your navel and into the apex of your thighs, where his softening cock still rested against your core, both equally coated in come. Your fingers brushed his cock slightly before they centered on your clit, gathering the liquid there to rub in small, deliberate circles.

"Holy fucking shit," he swore against your shoulder, realising what you were doing.

You were using his come to get yourself off.

A moan escaped your lips in response, a desperate call of his name as you found a rhythm, spreading his come over you. You always told Jungkook that it was him who liked it messy, but if anything this proved you were just as much of a fan of it as he was. 

It was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed.

"Yes, baby," he urged you on, gripping your hip with his free hand and letting his cock rut against your centre. He wasn't hard but still it caused a friction, his slippery length gliding through your folds as you circled your fingers over your clit faster. "Fuck, good girl... you're such a dirty girl."

"Kookie, help," you whimpered, clearly struggling to find the energy in your arms to make it through after having them tied behind you all evening, and Jungkook was only too happy to oblige. His hand left your hip, snaking down over your navel to join yours, pressing his fingers over your own.

"Yes... there," you gasped at the added pressure, as Jungkook swore a long, low fuck at the sensation of exactly how wet and slick you were down there. He must have come a lot, or else it was a mixture of his arousal and yours; either way it built up beneath both of your fingers, making Jungkook want to explode once more.

Your fingers and his moved faster, and he heard them, slippery and filthy in their movements, making him feral.

He sank his mouth back into your neck, letting his teeth join it this time as he increased the pace of both of your fingers. Your thighs were beginning to tremble against his own. "Right there, baby?" he asked, nipping at your skin and making you whine. "Are you gonna come for me after all?"

You nodded frantically, leaning back into his grip and twisting your face as far as you could to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. Jungkook felt something huge and indefinable surge inside him as you did, the new angle giving him a better rhythm against your clit, and he crooked his fingers from left to right, the way he knew you liked it when you were teetering on the edge.

"Oh - yes!" you choked out at the change, voice hoarse with pleasure as your core shook against his cock and his fingers. "Daddy, yes, please-"

The thrill that went through him at you calling him daddy, entirely unprovoked, was greater than he could possibly have imagined. But Jungkook forgot it quickly, because not even a second later you were shaking violently in his grip, the unexpected orgasm that should never have been possible washing over you in waves.

He could only watch you, awestruck, as you coated both your fingers and his in your own release. A dark satisfaction went through him at the thought of it mixing with his own, and he had to fight hard not to let his cock stiffen for you for a third time that evening.

"Such a good girl," he mused, focusing on you instead, leaving longer, languid kisses along your shoulder, your spine, your arm - anywhere he could reach. "Only you could come like that, baby, after all you've done for me."

Jungkook felt your thighs clench at the praise, even as you circled in your euphoric haze of the orgasm. When you came down from it, you were even more tired than before, and he felt a similar sort of satisfaction, his desire from earlier finally sated, feeling drowsy at last. 

But he couldn't let you fall asleep right now - not without aftercare.

"You need to clean up, baby," he told you gently, running a hand lovingly over your hip. "You're all sticky."

You just whimpered in return, burrowing further into the pillow, and Jungkook understood that even with his help, you were not moving from this bed. Still, he'd just come all over you - and then rubbed it into you to help you come too - and he didn't want you to be uncomfortable when you woke up.

"I'll be right back," he promised as he shifted, hearing you moan a little at the loss of him, dashing into his bathroom and running a cloth under warm water - he'd remembered not to be put any soap on, just like you'd taught him. When he returned to bed he ran it gently over your folds, reassuring you with gentle caresses to your back as you hissed in sensitivity. 

With anyone else, this might feel strange, but not with you. With you, this was like a sign of respect. An act of affection, to show how much he appreciated what you had just done for him. 

When he was satisifed you were clean, he dropped it into his laundry basket, washing his hands before he returned to you. 

You seemed only too happy to have him back in the exact same position, allowing him to curl his longer limbs around yours as you drifted off to sleep once more. Jungkook sank into your warmth, his heartbeat finally slowing after his orgasm, though he could feel yours still rabbiting through your ribcage.

He wondered if it was caused solely by your recent activities, or by something more. Badly, he wanted to ask you, but he could sense from the evening out of your breathing that you were already returning to sleep.

Jungkook lay awake for just a few more minutes, much more relaxed and calm now, knowing he'd drift off soon. In the last few moments he thought about your words before he'd slid into you.

I'm yours.

He grinned so hard his cheeks hurt, his whole body flooded with emotion.

"I love you," he murmured into the darkness, knowing you wouldn't hear it. But still, it felt good to have a test run, before the real thing tomorrow.

Jungkook closed his eyes, finally able to sleep, and dreamed of you.

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When he woke up again, daylight was filtering in through the windows. He was curled into the same position, wrapped around you protectively, and he realised you'd barely moved all night, despite your passionate tryst in the pitch black. 

Jungkook understood that this was likely because you were in pain, sensitive and swollen, and his heart ached at the thought that such soreness could be caused by something so enjoyable. 

But he was going to make it up to you. Today, after all, was the day he'd promised to own up to how he really felt about you - not while you were sleeping. And since Jungkook preferred to show his emotions, rather than talk about them, he figured he'd better go get started on breakfast that you could have right here in his bed.

He gently disentangled himself from you, placing light kisses along your shoulder as you complained in your sleep at the loss of him - but you didn't wake up. As he pulled on a t-shirt and sweatpants, you curled into the covers, bunching them between your arms as if trying to recreate him out of cotton sheets.

Fuck, you were so adorable. 

He thought again about last night. About how incredible it was that one woman could be so sexy, so calculating, and yet so vulnerable and submissive at the same time. He figured you were like Jimin in that way; you contained multitudes that he would never be able to fully unpick. 

His thoughts shifted, then, to your upcoming birthday, a knot of anxiety forming in his chest. It was only five days away now, and Jungkook had to make sure everything ran perfectly. By then, he would have confessed his feelings, and would, hopefully, be well on his way to planning the next few months with you.

Of course, that all hinged on you feeling the same way. But after last night, Jungkook was feeling fairly confident that you did.

He hummed happily as he descended the stairs, deciding on pancakes for breakfast as he tried to ruffle his messy hair into some semblance of an order. Yawning and stretching, he wandered into the kitchen, internally listing off the ingredients he would need, when-

"Morning, Jungkookie."

Jungkook whipped around at the unfamiliar voice, peering with sleepy, bleary eyes across the kitchen.

His heart nearly stopped as his vision came into focus.

A woman was flashing a perfect smile at him across the counter. Her sheet of dark hair was like a glossy curtain over her shoulders, as she gazed at him brightly.

"Yoora?" he murmured.

Yoora blinked at him through long, full lashes. 

"Long time no see," she grinned.

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