KINKY!; Goodbye✓

Jeon Jungkook // A Happy Accident

It takes a full week of you avoiding Jungkook before you feel like a human being again. He was so sweet about it and said he would delete them immediately but you were absolutely mortified.

You end up slightly tipsy at a house party and Hoseok passes out after three beers so you're hanging out in the kitchen with Taehyung and Jimin.

You'd said hello to Jungkook when you came in and he'd given you a smile and a nod and your cheeks didn't catch on fire, so that was a plus. He was being a little quiet, but that wasn't unusual, so you weren't too worried.

It's late when you finally go to bed in the guestroom, but you're wired and wondering if you can rouse Hoseok for a little fooling around when there's a soft knock at the door.

You head towards it, not even thinking, figuring it's Jimin trying to borrow a condom or Taehyung asking if you wanna get Taco Bell but then you hear a soft, "Noona?" and your heart leaps into your throat.

Fuck f**k f**k, your head is screaming, but you open the door.

"Can I talk to you?"

Of course you say yes, how can you say no when he's looking at you with those big brown doe eyes and wringing his hands.

You let him in and he immediately sits down on the bed and he's not looking at you.

You push down your embarrassment because he looks worried.

"Kookie?" You call softly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes. No." He takes a deep breath and looks up at you. "I need to ask you something."

"Okay?" He looks so serious, and you're a little concerned.

"You're dating Hobi-hyung, right?"

You scoff a little, but he's still looking at you so intently that you clear your throat and try to explain. "I wouldn't call it dating....more like...just having fun, Kook. We're just friends who fool around."

You were telling the truth. You and Hoseok had talked about this several times, and neither of you had feelings like that, it was all just fun and physical.

Kookie sits still a minute, and then looks away before asking in a low calm voice, "Are we friends, noona?"

You swallow, having no idea where this is going. "Of course we are."

"So...did you really send me those pictures on accident? Or...do you want to have fun with me, too?"

He looks at you again, eyes still big but there's this smirk spreading across his face and where the hell is this coming from? His cheeks are still flushed and you feel somehow weak in the knees suddenly.

You can't help but laugh a little, nervously. "Kook, are you drunk?"

He frowns, eyes flashing a little. "Don't laugh at me, noona. I'm serious."

"Of course I didn't send them on purpose, I wouldn't do that....what....why are you asking me this?" You're babbling, almost incoherent because your heart is speeding up and you don't even know why.

He flushes a little again and you almost want to sigh in relief because that feels more familiar, and for a minute there...

"I deleted them just like you said, noona, but it's been a week and I still see them every time I close my eyes...I can't stop thinking about them, and..."

He looks up at you again and there's something almost predatory in his gaze and you feel this shiver down your spine.

You don't know if it's the alcohol or the self imposed s*x deprivation of the last week but you find yourself taking a step closer. "And what?"

He's turning an alarming shade of red now but he doesn't look away, tilting his chin up almost defiantly.

"And it makes me so hard, noona."

You feel a pang of arousal in your lower belly and you don't even know what you're going to do until you do it, stepping closer and putting your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging gently.

"Is that right?"

A low, surprised moan comes from his throat. "Yes. Yes, noona, I want you so bad. I'll be so good for you, I swear, I'll make you feel so good."

There's something almost desperate in his voice and it makes heat pool between your legs.

He's still got his hands by his sides, chin tilted up gazing up at you like you're some kind of goddess and you make a snap decision. You are friends, and fun is fun, right?

"Will you wait here for me for a moment, Kookie?"

He nods, exhaling through his nostrils, eyes still locked on yours, and you rush from the room to sneak into Hoseok's room.

He's snoring softly and you tiptoe to the bottom drawer which he calls the "fun drawer" and you make a note to slip them back in the drawer before he wakes up because God knows he'll have a brain aneurysm laughing if he figures it out.

You manage to acquire the items you were looking for and keep them behind your back when you get back to the room.

Jungkook is leaning back against the headboard, now, and you can't help but notice how wide his shoulders are against it.

"I'll make a deal with you, Jungkook."

He just looks at you expectantly.

"I'll have fun with you....let you see everything in those pictures and more...on one condition."

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he leans forward, already nodding.

You give him a wicked smile and bring out the black restraints behind your back.

His eyes widen. "Noona, you want me to tie you up?"

You think about it for a moment but then shake your head. "No, Kookie. I want to tie you up."

Jungkook frowns a little, so you decide the only way to make this happen is to make it happen as it were.

You're already only wearing Hoseok's hoodie and your panties, so you tug it off and his sharp intake of breath makes you smirk before you even have it over your head.

"Oh, noona," He breathes, "you're so beautiful."

It's so sweet it makes your heart ache a little so you crawl up the bed toward him and start unbuttoning his shirt, slow, and he's breathing hard already and god, this was going to be so much fun.

He's just watching you with those big eyes, keeping his arms by his sides but when you lean in closer to push his shirt off his shoulders and your breasts come closer to his face he grabs it and pops your n****e into his mouth.

You let out a surprisingly loud moan as he sucks hard, but you manage to grab his wrists.

He lets you pin his arms above his head, smiling at you a little, and you know he could easily overpower you but he won't, won't want to miss the chance and you know that, too.

You're straddling his stomach and good God, has he been working out more than you realized? He's so tight everywhere, shoulders seeming ridiculously broad and you realize he'll never seem like a kid to you again. You bind his wrists with the restraints, simple leather cuffs, but you've had them on you before, and they're pretty strong.

"Noona, are you going to have your way with me?" He asks, and the teasing tone in his voice makes your skin feel like it's on fire.

"When did you get like this, Kookie?" You ask bewilderingly.

He just smirks again. "Maybe I've always been like this. I'm not a kid anymore, you know."

"Hmm," you murmur, and scoot back to straddle his thighs, turning your eyes to the obvious bulge in his jeans, and you unbutton them and free him from them and try to keep your face neutral.

He's got such a pretty c**k, bouncing eagerly against his lower stomach, and he groans a little.

Instead of taking him in your hand you rock your hips forward, wanting friction yourself and also wanting to tease him, the damp cotton of your panties sliding against his length and he bucks his hips up, hissing through his teeth.

You look down at him and his eyes are darting between your breasts and your p***y against him and he's got his jaw clenched hard, straining a bit against the cuffs.

"You're so eager for me, Kookie." You tease, rocking forward again, slow, bracing your hands on his chest and feeling powerful and sexy.

His eyes shoot to yours, glazed with lust. "Noona, please."

"Please what?" You coo, smirking down at him.

"Take off your panties. Let me touch you. Let me taste you, please, please..."

"You're not supposed to tell me what to do, Kook. That's not how this works." You scold, but his pleading has you soaking your panties even more.

You stand to slide off your underwear and since he's half reclined on your headboard, still, you straddle him backwards, backing yourself up toward him and the way his tip of his tongue eagerly seeks at your folds before you're even in position has you choking out a moan. He bucks his hips again and his c**k hits your cheek and so you finally touch it, circle him with one hand and he moans against you, shaking his head to get in the right position.

He sucks your c**t into his mouth and your hand tightens instinctively around him and he just keeps moaning against you, over and over, and before he's even done much you're about to come, but you can't let go of the idea of him begging, his pleading eyes, clenched, desperate jaw, so you don't pump your fist, don't allow him any release, even when you come, rolling your hips against his face and letting out little cries of pleasure.

You flip around almost instantly and he makes a whining sound, as if he wants to keep tasting you and God, is this really Kookie? Sweet, shy Kookie who was always so proud when you told him he looked handsome, blushing and looking away?

You guide him to your entrance and he bucks so hard off the bed it makes you bounce, but you manage to avoid letting him inside you entirely and fit just the head of his c**k inside you, rocking back and forth just a bit.

He's been quiet, you realize, hasn't said any actual words in a while, so you look up to his face and he's staring at you with what almost looks like anger.

"You're teasing me too much, noona," he whines, but it's really not so much a whine as a...statement, and it makes your cunt pulse to hear.

"What's wrong, Kookie? Do you want to touch my t**s? You want to be inside me?"

He huffs out an impatient breath and strains once against the restraints, and you don't realize that he's testing their strength until you hear the rip as he flexes his forearms and biceps and rips the strap right down the middle, and your mouth falls open in surprise and you don't know if you've ever even been this wet.

Jungkook puts his hands on your ass immediately, rocking you against him hard, and then he flips you over before you can even get over the shock of him breaking the restraints, muttering apologies.

"I'm sorry, noona, I'm so sorry, I'll replace them I just...I need you so bad."

He reaches down between you to guide himself into you and rams into you, burying himself to the hilt, and you cry out his name and his eyes snap to yours.

It's now that you realize that you haven't even kissed him, all this time, and your face is flooding with blood as he looks down at you, and his c**k is inside you so why are you blushing because he might kiss you?

He leans down and puts his mouth on yours, and it's soft and sweet and completely different than how he's stretching your cunt, rocking his hips into you slowly.

"Oh, noona, you feel so good," he moans, pulling away and burying his face into your neck as he starts to pump his hips.

He's still babbling apologies, leaving soft, open mouth kisses along your throat and jaw.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop, you're so f*****g beautiful, you know that? You're so wonderful, noona, I'm so lucky you sent me those pictures."

You're speechless because he's f*****g you so hard your headboard is banging you against the wall and how is he so f*****g good at this?

You're reaching a second orgasm before you know it, letting out a stream of incoherent curses.

He leans up and looks down at your face when you start to come, eyes widening. "Noona, you're pulsing around me, oh f**k you feel so tight, can I..."

You manage a nod, your throat dry, and he throws his head back and spills inside you, moaning out your name for once instead of noona, and he drops on his forearms and takes your face in his hands to kiss you hard.

"Jungkook, if I had known you were this good in bed, I would've sent you nudes on purpose," you pant when he rolls off you, and he chuckles low in his throat.

He's so sweet after, all cuddly and murmuring praises into your ear, thanking you over and over, and you fall asleep before you mean to.

You wake up when Hobi bursts into the guest room.

"Y/n, do you know where-"

You bolt upright in bed and he yells when he sees a male arm hanging off the bed and a broken leather cuff danging from it.

"YOU BROKE MY FAVORITE CUFFS!"

You groan, knowing you'll never hear the end of this, as long as you live, but....it was worth it.