Jungkook's pov

As I thought, the following day at work was me being patted on the back for a job well done. I actually took it a lot better than I normally would, probably because I was in the best mood ever. I had even woken up with a smile on my face all because I had the most amazing man in the world, and his little boy seemed to like me.

Now all we had to do was get him to meet me a few more times and then we'd be able to break it to him that we were more than just friends. Haneul was going to his dad's this weekend, and I was making the most of the private time for sure. It had taken me pulling a few strings to enable me to get a reservation at the restaurant, but Taehyung was worth it.

At just after four, I was in the cafeteria with the boys. We'd just got back from a call out but the other snipers and I were just there for backup today, no actual action. As I plucked my phone from my pocket, I noticed a text from Tae sitting there, received just before lunch. I couldn't stop the stupid smile that stretched across my face.

Rowon noticed straight away. "What's up with you, Jeon? Got some porn on your phone or something?" he joked, laughing.

I shrugged. "Nah, not today. It's just a text from Tae," I replied, sipping my coffee as I opened the message.

'Kook, I'm so sorry, but I can't make it tonight. Seojoon has let me down again. Talk to you later. Sorry x'

I frowned at the thought of not being able to see him. Fucking Seojoon! Now I couldn't see him tonight, and possibly the whole weekend. Well, unless he let me go over and spend time with him and Han again.

"Not a good text? Did he dump your ass when he found out how many people you've slept with?" Rowon teased, punching me in the arm lightly.

"His kid's dad let him down again. I can't take him out tonight," I grumbled. I was so pissed off that I literally wanted to go find this Seojoon guy and punch him in his sorry face.

"You really like this boy, huh?"

I sighed and debated what to do. "Yeah, he's incredible. I met his kid last night; he's great too." I pulled up his number on my cell. I didn't want to come across as a needy prick, but I really wanted to see him. I looked up to Rowon for his advice. He was a wise man, he was married, he'd know about men and women... "Ro, do you think it'd be coming on too strong if I asked to see him tonight, with his kid? I don't want to put too much pressure on him or anything."

He frowned, obviously thinking about it. "I think that he'd like that you're making an effort with his child. How you interact with his son is what he would base the relationship on more than anything else. For you, it's probably looks and sex. For him, he's looking at what type of dad you'd be to his child." He shrugged, looking at me apologetically.

I flinched at the word 'Dad', I was only just coming to terms with the fact that I might be 'Uncle Kookie'.

I decided to give him a call and sound him out a little. The other guys at the table were watching me, making me feel a little self-conscious. "Good afternoon, hottie boyfriend," I greeted when he answered, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous feelings that were rushing through my body. How had I let this little man put his spell on me like this? Me, Jeon Jungkook, the player who didn't want to settle down, was completely and utterly at this boy's mercy. He had me hanging around, wanting to spend time with him and his son, and I wasn't even getting my dick wet. This was a serious first for me!

"Hey, did you get my text? I'm really sorry, but I can't make it tonight. Seojoon is working so he can't have Han. I've called my sister but she's busy. The sitter that someone recommended is already on another job tonight. Jimin is out with Yoongi hyung for date night. My parents are two hours on a train away, and my usual babysitter has dinner plans with her new boyfriend. I've tried every one, but I can't find anyone to watch Han," he said apologetically, taking a big breath at the end where he has spoken so fast.

I smiled at his ramblings; I loved it when he did that. It was like he couldn't speak fast enough or get enough things into one conversation. "It's okay, don't worry about it, we'll go another time. So, Seojoon canceled for the whole weekend?" I asked, praying he'd say no because we were planning on hanging out all day tomorrow as well as the nighttime.

He sighed. "I don't know. He's working tonight, and there's a possibility he's working tomorrow but he never commits to anything. He's gonna call me in the morning. I haven't mentioned anything to Han about the Z.O.O," he said, spelling out the word so Han wouldn't know what he was talking about. "I'm just praying he doesn't cancel that too, because a certain someone would be crushed." He gave a hard laugh, full of years of frustration and anguish all because of that same asshole.

I bit the inside of my mouth to stop myself from cussing the guy out. "Okay. So can I see you after Han goes to bed? Or maybe, if it's alright with you, I could come earlier and bring takeout?" I mentally crossed my fingers for the last one, because then I would get precious extra hours with him. Maybe Han and I could finish the war from last night.

"Umm... Sure. Whichever you want."

I smiled. "Tae, if the choice is up to me, then I'd like to come early. I could bring a pizza. Does Han eat pizza?"

"Really? You're not annoyed with me for canceling?"

"I'll be annoyed if I don't get to see you at all," I teased, only half joking.

He laughed. "Well, we can't have that." There was a couple of seconds of silence, where he obviously was thinking through the options.

"We both like pizza," he said finally.

I trapped the phone between my ear and shoulder, freeing my hands and drummed on the table excitedly. "Okay great. I'll come over in about an hour then? Pepperoni okay?" I offered, trying to sound cool and aloof, but the laughter and the fake whipping noises coming from the guys I was sitting with clearly told me that I hadn't pulled it off.

"Sure, see you then." He disconnected the call, and I smirked in Rowon's direction, not even caring that him and the other boys were about to tease the shit out of me.

I practically ran to the locker room, had the quickest shower ever and then dressed and ran to my car with my hair still dripping on the back of my Tshirt. I needed to hurry if I was to get everything and not be late.

When I finally got to his door, I was nervous again. Taehyung opened the door wearing a black short, and a white shirt that he'd tucked into it. I gulped as I looked him over. Did he wear that to school today? Man, I seriously needed to go to this school! Lucky damn kids get to look and listen to that all day long!

"Where are the sexy glasses?" I asked, raising one eyebrow teasingly.

"I didn't think you could handle those on top of the short," he answered, smirking at me and crossing one ankle over the other as he leant on the door frame.

I nodded. "You're probably right, I mean, I might have to jump you in front of your son if you get any hotter."

"And I may have to let you if you get any sweeter," he answered, biting his lip, smiling.

I definitely liked the sound of where this conversation was going! I beckoned him forward with one finger, wanting him to close the distance so I could kiss him. His tongue made a tantalizingly slow sweep of his bottom lip as he stepped closer. Balancing the pizza and grocery bag in one hand, I snaked my other arm around him and pulled him flush against me. His chest crashed against mine, his hands going to my hips, barely touching me but still managing to make my skin feel like it was on fire. I traced my free hand up his back and tangled it into the back of his hair, moving my face forward so my lips were almost touching his. His hot, sweet breath blew across my lips making them part unconsciously.

"You're a damn tease," I whispered, our lips brushing as I spoke.

His hands tightened on my T-shirt. "Mmm hmm, but you love it," he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed.

He looked like a dream - a beautiful boy in my arms, completely at my mercy, waiting for me to kiss him. He looked so vulnerable and open to me that it made my heart crash in my chest. I was almost proud of myself for getting him to have feelings for me, but mostly I was just proud that I got to call this man my own.

"I do love it," I admitted, my voice almost coming out as a growl. My whole body was alight with desire; I could feel my jeans tightening around the groin area as I started to get excited. The effect he had on my body was almost embarrassing. I had barely even touched him, yet I was at the point of begging him for sex. I was pretty sure that another person would never be able to get me this excited, this quickly.

He made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I crashed my lips to his, kissing him fiercely, possessively, showing him with that one kiss that I was his man and that I wasn't going to let him forget it. He moaned into my mouth as I pushed him against the wall gently, pressing my whole body to his tightly.

How I managed to hold onto the food and grocery bag, I wasn't sure. I was barely even aware of anything else other than the feel of his lips on mine and his taste on my tongue.

By the time I pulled away and pressed my forehead to his, we were both a little breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched with a smile as his eyes met mine. He looked a little bewildered like he had no idea what was going on around us.

"Did that kiss make you forget your own name, or do I need to keep working on it?" I whispered, smirking at him.

"I know it begins with T," he joked, playing along. "Maybe you could work on it some more later."

I moaned breathlessly. "Definitely. Anyway, let's go eat, I'm starving." I pushed away from him and watched as Taehyung took a few deep breaths before straightening his shirt and pushing his hair behind like he was trying to calm himself down too.

I followed him into the apartment and into the lounge. Han was lying on his stomach, toy cars scattered everywhere, a little garage off to one side.

His eyes lit up when he spotted me. "Uncle! I saved you the red one. Momma wanted it, but I told him it was yours."

"You did? Awesome. Red is my favorite color," I answered, handing Taehyung the pizza and taking the car that Han was offering to me. I smiled and looked at Taehyung, noticing his expression of disbelief and wonder. "What?" I asked, curiously.

He closed his mouth and shook his head lightly as if trying to shake a thought away. "I... I just... nothing. I'll just get some plates." He turned to Han. "Jungkook brought pizza for dinner."

He pumped the air with one fist and muttered a "Yesssssss!" and I couldn't help but laugh. Kids were so easy to please! I smiled and grabbed the ice cream out of the bag that I'd bought too, handing it to Taehyung. It was strawberry mix chocolate he'd mentioned it was his favorite the other day.

He looked at me gratefully, a little "Aww" escaping his lips.

"Thanks! You know I'm not sharing it though, right? You boys can go without. This is mine!" he joked, pretending to hide it as Han looked at it with wide eyes.

I handed the bag to Han with the last thing that I'd bought in there. He took the bag curiously and looked inside before literally screaming with excitement, making both me and Taehyung jump. "TOY STORY 3!" he shouted, jumping up and down with excitement as he pulled the DVD out of the bag, waving it in the air in celebration.

Taehyung frowned. "You bought him a DVD?" he asked, looking a little unsure.

I nodded. "I thought you were fed up with the other two, you said you couldn't watch them again without going mad. Plus, he told me that he hadn't seen it," I answered, shrugging.

"You don't need to keep buying him things," he said, looking at me, shocked. "It's not necessary, Jungkook. You know that, right?"

"I know, I just thought I'd get it because everyone should watch that at least once in their life." I smiled, trying to make light of the situation.

Something crashed into my legs, making me stumble back a step before I caught myself. I looked down, shocked, to see Han clinging to my legs, hugging me tightly, grinning like he'd had two litres of Coke and a bowl full of sugar.

I laughed uncomfortably, not really knowing what to do as I patted his back lightly. My heart melted in my chest at the attention. I was thrilled that he liked me. I bent down, wrapping one arm around his waist as I lifted him up, turning him upside down while he laughed and squealed.

Taehyung hadn't moved; he was just standing there with his mouth slightly open and his eyes a little watery. "Looks like Momma forgot he was supposed to be getting plates," I told Han, digging my finger in his ribs to make him giggle.

Tae smiled, his eyes so soft and tender that it made my stomach ache. "You really are blowing my mind, Jeon Jungkook," he said quietly.

"Right back at ya," I replied.

He grinned and shook his head again before heading to the kitchen. I set a giggling Han down onto his feet again. He passed me the movie. "Can you put it on? I'm not allowed to touch the DVD player because I broked the last one," he said.

"You 'broked' the last one?" I queried, grinning.

He nodded, looking a little sheepish and leaned forward waving for me to bend down. I squatted down and he immediately cupped my ear with his little hands, checking that Taehyung wasn't there before leaning in and whispering in my ear. "I put one of my toys in there and it got stuck. But don't tell Momma, I told her that I didn't do it."

I bit my lip to stop from laughing, and tried to look at him sternly as I pulled back. "I won't tell Momma, but make sure you don't do it again, okay?" I ruffled his hair and stood back up. "Stripes, is it okay to put this movie on now?" I called, looking in the direction of the kitchen.

"Sure," he answered, walking back in with plates and setting them on the little coffee table while I put the DVD in the player. Han sat down at the table, tucking into his pizza, watching the TV expectantly. He came back in again with drinks, before he settled down on the sofa, patting the space next to him for me to sit.

I sat down and he immediately shifted, pressing his side against mine. I sighed contentedly and ate, perfectly happy to stay in on a Friday night and hang out with them.

Han's eyes didn't leave the television once throughout the movie. He was glued to it as if it were telling him where you could get a lifetime supply of free candy. Even Taehyung seemed like he enjoyed it, his fingernails dug into my leg at the intense parts, his eyes wide and nervous.

When it finished, Han jumped up and held out the remote control to me. "Put it on again?" he asked.

I smiled and went to restart it, but Taehyung cleared his throat making me look at him. "I think Han should be getting to bed," he suggested, looking at Han knowingly. "You know you don't have time to watch it again, Baby."

He looked at him with the begging face. "But Mommaaaaaaa!" he whined, almost jumping up and down on the spot. He was seriously good at playing his mom. He climbed onto his lap, hugging Tae tightly. "Momma, I want to watch it again before Uncle takes it home. It's a weekend, can I stays up?"

I smiled. "I bought it for you, Kid. That's yours to keep, so you can just watch it tomorrow," I suggested, shrugging.

His eyes widened. "I can keep it? Forevers?" he asked, looking a little shocked.

"Yep, it's yours now," I confirmed. He beamed at me, so I held my hand out for him, grinning as he immediately gave me a high five without me having to prompt him.

"Come on then, Baby. Bed time. Say goodnight to Uncle," Taehyung instructed, shifting him onto his hip as he stood up. He smiled down at me, and I couldn't stop the warm feeling that spread across my body.

"Night!" he chirped over Tae's shoulder as he carried him to the bathroom to get changed. I waved and headed to the kitchen to make a coffee ready for when he was done.

When he came out he plopped himself in my lap again, wrapping his arms around my neck as he kissed me. I kissed him back a little shocked at the force he was putting into it, it was as if he'd been keeping it pent up all evening and was unleashing it all in one go. All of his feelings and things that he'd wanted to say, transmuted through the kiss, it was actually pretty mind-blowing.

When the kiss was over, we talked for a little bit while he just sat on my lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. After a while, we settled down onto the sofa, laying down, just cuddling while we talked. It astounded me every time, just how comfortable it was cuddling with him; I still wasn't used to it. I loved that feeling of being at complete ease around a partner. I knew I had it bad for him because I was actually interested in what he was saying, instead of just imagining him naked.

I decided after about an hour of us just talking and joking around, that it was time for me to broach the subject of Seojoon and our plans for the weekend. "So, do you think Seojoon will be taking Han to the zoo tomorrow?" I questioned.

He sighed and closed his eyes. His whole posture was defeated as he shook his head. "No. He'll call me in the morning and make some crappy excuse as to why he can't come and get him. If he cancels the Friday night, he never does the Saturday."

I gritted my teeth against the anger. Han was awesome, and Seojoon was passing up an opportunity to spend time with his only son, what kind of guy would do that to a kid? I sighed and pulled Taehyung closer to me, rubbing my hand down his back. Neither of them deserved to be hurt in this way.

"Well if he does cancel, then we'll do something. Go to the park or something, okay?" I offered.

He pulled his head back, resting his chin on my chest, just looking at me silently for a minute. "Why are you being like this, Jungkook? Buying Han things, playing with him, offering to come to the park, and not even being annoyed with me that I had to cancel plans that we made?" he asked, looking a little confused, but very interested in my answer.

Gripping the top of his arms, I pulled him higher up my body so our faces were level. "I understand you have a son; it's different being with someone that has a readymade family, and I never would have expected this to happen to me in a million years, but I really like you. I really like Han too, he's cute. I like spending time with both of you," I answered, shrugging and not really knowing how to explain it properly. His face softened as he stroked the side of my face adoringly.

But then I had to ruin it...

"And I want to fuck you so badly that my dick is actually aching," I added.

He burst out laughing and shook his head. "I forgot you were a super slutty flirt."

"You forgot? Maybe I need to remind you more often," I suggested, grinning at him wickedly.

He smiled, and then his easy and happy exterior fell and his body tensed. "Look, Jungkook, if you're just using me for sex, then you can tell me. I would rather just know now, than allow this to go any further and my son starts to like you more, before I start to like you more..." he trailed off, frowning.

I wrapped him tighter in my arms and carefully rolled over so I was on top of him, pressing my body to his as I cupped his face with one of my hands, stroking my thumb along his cheekbone. "I'm not just using you for sex."

He bit his lip and slipped his arms up around my neck. "If you are, it's okay. If you want to, we can have sex right now. I'm not gonna lie and say I don't want to do the nasty with you."

My body jerked. I could have sex with him tonight, right now, on the sofa, or maybe on the kitchen counter, or in his bed. Maybe all three...

But then I remembered that his body wasn't the only thing I liked about him, hell, it wasn't the thing that I even liked the most about him. I wasn't one hundred percent sure what it was that I liked the most about him - it could be his cute little laugh, or the way he always challenged me, or the way his nose scrunched up when he was thinking about something really hard, or his little passionate rambles. Deep down though I knew that what I liked most about him was just the way he made me feel when I was with him - like I belonged, like I was part of something incredible, like I wanted to protect him and make him happy.

I traced my nose up the side of his, making his already shallow breathing seem to stop altogether. "Doing the nasty, that was a beautiful way of putting it," I joked, looking into his big brown eyes that I was getting addicted to. "But I want more than that. Stop worrying about me running away."

His body relaxed under mine. His eyes fluttered closed as his hands tightened on my shoulders, making me press closer to him. "I never expected to meet a guy that would accept Han. Actually, I never even wanted to meet anyone after Seojoon," he admitted, "but I'm glad I met you," he whispered, pressing his face into the side of my neck.

His words hit me harder than I expected. My insides squirmed as my whole body seemed to get a couple of degrees hotter. "I'm glad I met you too." I moved my head down and kissed the top of his shoulder. "You know what I was thinking the other day?" I asked, rolling off him and lying close to his side, taking his hand and tangling our fingers.

He smiled, turning towards me so we were both on our sides; his face was so close to mine that I could see his pupils dilating due to the change in light where we'd moved. He looked flawless as I raked my eyes over his features. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that we should have met earlier. If Jimin and Yoongi had got married a couple of months earlier, then you would have gone to the wedding and we would have met four years ago. I would have seen Han take his first step and cut his first tooth. I would have liked to have seen those things," I said, thinking about it again.

He looked at me a little shocked before he shook his head. "But I was with Seojoon, it wouldn't have mattered if I'd met you at the wedding anyway."

I smiled at him and raised a challenging eyebrow. "Are you saying that I, Jeon Jungkook, wouldn't have been able to charm you into leaving your man?"

"I don't think so," he admitted, then winced and quickly carried on, obviously feeling the need to explain his answer. "Not because you aren't hot, or sweet, or funny, but just because I was a different person back then. I wouldn't have had enough confidence to leave Seojoon for another guy, especially not while I was carrying his baby."

I smiled at him wickedly. "You would have done, Stripes. I never fail a challenge, I get any person I want, and if I had met you on the beach, even carrying someone else's child, I would have had you screaming my name like it was a curse word by the end of the vacation," I stated confidently.

"You're so overconfident. I bet you would have pulled out all the stops, huh? All the best moves and lines would have come out, and you wouldn't have stopped until we were naked in the sea, with my legs wrapped around your waist," he teased, slinging one of his legs over mine as he snuggled even closer to me.

I closed my eyes, unconsciously playing that little scene in my head. It probably would have gone just like that, and it would have been earth-shattering, no doubt. I held my breath as I traced my hand up his calf slowly, loving the feel of his bare leg under my fingertips, the soft skin, the muscles I could feel contract under my touch. When I got to the knee and felt the hem of his shorts, I hesitated a little but continued to go higher, unbuttoning his shorts as I did. He gulped, closing his eyes and tipping his head back as he let out a breathy moan. The sound of his pleasure, just from a simple touch of my hand, almost made me climax and ruin my lucky boxers.

His legs seemed to go on forever as my hand skimmed inside. I was waiting for him to stop me, to pull away from me, or put his hand on top of mine and tell me that this was going too far. He didn't.

Instead, his hand trailed down my chest just as slowly, making my arousal heighten. Desperation was building inside me again. I couldn't think about anything other than how much I wanted him to fall in love with me so I could peel his clothes off and kiss my way down his body, laying claim to every inch of him.

My hand finally reached the desired destination. My body stiffened as the lacy material of his panties brushed against my fingertips. I traced the line of them across his ass, before cupping it and pulling him closer to me. He pressed his lips to mine and I kissed him back passionately, loving the soft feel of his plump lips against mine.

While I was kissing him, I traced my hand around to his center. I groaned into his mouth as I felt his hardon and the damp patch on his panties where he was getting excited. He gasped, pressing his cock against my hand. His teeth sank into my bottom lip as I rubbed him gently through the material of his underwear.

His hand got to the painful bulge in my jeans; I wanted desperately to undo them to relieve some of the pressure, but I knew that wouldn't help.

The only thing that could help relieve the ache was under my hand. I pulled out of the kiss and shook my head. "Move your hand away, Tae. I want to prove to you that I can wait," I instructed, taking his wrist with my free hand and pinning it above his head before doing the same with his other hand, holding them in one of mine.

He whimpered as I restrained him. His eyes widened in shock, but I could see the excitement there too. "Seriously?" he asked breathlessly.

I tightened my grip on his wrists as I eased his panties down and teased his length with my hand. My body was screaming at me, shouting that I was being stupid, that he could touch me and stop this pleasure-pain that was building up inside me. But all good things came to those who wait, and I could definitely wait for him, I knew it now.

"Tonight's just for you. Just lie there and enjoy," I whispered.

I kissed him, swallowing his moan of pleasure as I flick the crown of his head carefully. His warm, long hardon twitched in my hold, and I groaned, immediately rethinking my decision to let him touch me tonight. I kissed across to his ear.

Time to see if he really likes talking dirty!

"Tae, you smell so good. I can't wait to take you in my mouth and make you moan my name," I whispered in his ear.

His hips bucked against my hand as I spoke; his breathing sped so I knew I could push him a lot further. Kim Taehyung certainly got excited by pillow talk! A proud grin stretched across my face because of how sexy my boyfriend was. I was one fortunate guy that he didn't seem to just be a blushing, lay-on-his-back kind of man.

His body reacted beautifully to my words, so I decided to take it a little further and see just how dirty he was. "As soon as you're in love with me, I'm going to fuck you from every possible angle. I want to take you hard and fast, and just when you think you're going to come, I'm going to pull out and kiss my way down your body. I want to taste your climax on my tongue; I want to feel your thighs shake against my shoulders as you ride the waves of pleasure I'm going to give you."

That obviously didn't scare him. He gasped and jerked his arms, trying to get his hands free. I held him tighter as I pumped his cock inside slowly, before adding a little pressure. I was doing everything so slowly, probably teasing the hell out of him, but the look on his face and the little purr of appreciation that he made, told me that he loved it.

His hips were grinding against my hand, his precum released as a pearl of pleasure as I continued my slow, torturous assault. As I fondled with his balls, and trace the pad of my finger towards his opening making his back arched, he let rip another of those sexy little purrs and his fingernails dug into my restraining hand. I concentrated on jerking him off till his length twitch to release.

"J Jungkook, oh God," he moaned, lifting his head from the sofa and pressing his lips against mine. "Let go of my hands, I want to touch you too," he begged.

I shook my head. "I want to wait, but you, you're going to come for me. Can you do that for me, Tae?" I asked, biting on his lip, and tugging gently.

He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. "If you keep doing that right," he moaned loudly, "then, yeah."

I watched him, seeing his pleasure building. I raked my eyes over his face and watched the way his face contorted with pleasure, the way his brow furrowed, the way he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth. I was mesmerized by how his chest rose and fell rapidly, how his moans got louder as I quickened my pace, but purposefully still not doing it as fast as he would want or need me to. I wanted to drag this out, I wanted him to beg me to make him come, I wanted to see the look on his face when he couldn't take it anymore and needed to fall into oblivion. Seeing him like this fascinated me. It was almost as good as sex. I wasn't getting any attention at all, but I didn't need it. Seeing my boyfriend writhe on the sofa, his hair splayed out and getting messier by the second, was turning me on more than I had ever been turned on in my life.

"Tell me what your favourite position is, Stripes," I whispered, as I kissed around the base of his neck, nibbling on his collarbone.

"Whatever you want," he answered almost immediately, his voice throaty and rough.

I shook my head. "That's not what I want to hear, Tae. I want you to tell me what your favourite position is," I said sternly, sucking on the spot below his ear, making his hips buck up.

"I like... like...oh God!" he gasped, his breathing getting heavier.

"Standing and... being pinned on my stomach, or taken from behind."

My excitement bumped up another level just thinking about it.

When he moaned louder, I suddenly remembered Han was in the other room. Moving up, I closed my mouth over his, swallowing his moans and ravaging his mouth with my tongue. The kiss was so passionate that it was almost as if I were staking my claim on him, it was almost possessive and I had never kissed - nor wanted to kiss - anyone else like this in my life.

I pulled out of the kiss and put my forehead to his, "I'm going to do everything you like, Tae. I'm going to fulfill your every desire, and take your pleasure to places you've never even dreamed of. Then, just when you think I'm finished, I'm going to flip you over and start all over again. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight," I growled, running my nose up the side of his, breathing him in. I could smell his arousal, almost pushing me to the edge too. My dick was throbbing in my jeans with every movement of my hand.

His leg tightened around my waist as he looked at me desperately.

"Kook, please," he whispered, kissing me again fiercely.

"Tell me what you want, Stripes," I teased, almost removing my hand, making him whimper, before I start again back in one swift motion.

"Kook, are you trying to tease me to death?" he asked breathlessly.

"Tell me what you want, Stripes," I repeated, letting my lips brush against his as I spoke.

"Go faster, please, you know what I want. Please, Jungkook, just stop with the teasing! And let go of my hands, I want to touch you too, please?" he begged. His eyes were wild, frantic, desperate for relief as his breathing hitched.

I smiled and shook my head slowly. "No, not me tonight," I refused. "But I will make you come."

As soon as I said the words I started up properly with my fingers, pumping his length faster at the rhythm that seemed to suit him best. He closed his eyes and tightened his leg on my waist again as he moved his hips in time with my thrusts. When I could feel his balls tightening in my hold, I traced my thumb over his wet crown putting enough pressure to send him to edge. He moaned loudly and his movements became a little jerky.

I smiled proudly, watching his face as the pleasure increased. His body shook, and his whole torso raised from the sofa as his orgasm hit him. I covered his mouth with mine to muffle the sound of him moaning my name and kiss him slowly as he rode his climax.

I let go of his wrists that I was pinning above his head, and brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead. He had his eyes closed, panting for breath. The need for release was unbearable but I wanted to prove I could wait for him.

His hands loosened from the fists that he'd been clenching since I started, and his body slowly came down from the high alert it seemed to be on. I removed my hand, smiling as he whimpered, and then put my fingers to my mouth, slowly sucking his juices from them.

He was watching me, his eyes watching my mouth as I savoured the taste of his body. His tongue swept across his full bottom lip, making my jeans tighten even more as I imagined putting something else in that sweet little mouth of his. When all traces of his body were gone from my hand, I pulled my fingers out from my mouth still sucking hard, so it made a wet popping sound. He blinked as if coming out of a daze.

I bent forward, kissing him again, another of those primal, possessive kisses. I loved the way he submitted to me, like he was finally admitting that he was mine, his body submitting to my every unspoken request. I wanted desperately to keep going, to peel his clothes off and make him pant my name like that again. Thoughts of seeing him naked for the first time were flashing through my mind, I couldn't help but wonder what he would look like, how beautiful he would be all splayed out on the bed for my eyes only.

Somehow, I held onto my self-control though and didn't take it any further than that. I pulled out of the kiss and put my forehead to his, just looking at him, loving the fine sheen of sweat that covered his forehead because of the feelings I had just forced upon him.

Running my hands down his body, I make him wear his shorts and panty properly after cleaning him with a tissue as if nothing had happened. As if watching his climax whilst breathing my name, didn't just rock my world. It was incredible for me too, even though I hadn't once let him touch me. I wanted to prove that I could go without sex. Of course, that didn't mean I wouldn't be replaying this whole scene in my head later when I was alone.

He smiled tiredly. "That was..." he shook his head, looking at me in awe, his face still flushed. He looked so grateful, so content, that I felt the pride swell up in my chest. My feelings for him grew a little more because of that look.

"I know."

I didn't need him to tell me, I saw it, I knew how much he enjoyed it.

I rolled off him and pulled him to my side, wrapping my arms around him tightly. "So, shall we take a picnic to the park tomorrow, or what?" I asked, changing the subject.

He grinned and snuggled closer to me, setting his head on my chest. We didn't need to talk about what just happened, or why. I was just ecstatic that he was letting me closer to him.

All I needed to do now was make him fall in love with me.

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To be continued.....

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