Jungkook's pov

The rest of the afternoon passed almost too quickly, Taehyung was just so much fun to be around that the time flew by. My family loved him. The way my mom was looking at him was enough to make Taehyung run for the hills, but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to like it. He was happily chatting away to my mom, and joking around with my sisters as if he'd always been a part of us.

When the party drew to a close, my family stayed on the beach and lit a fire, sitting around eating the last of the food up so it didn't go to waste. I pulled Taehyung onto my lap as we sat on the sand around the fire. My hands seemed like they had a mind of their own when I was around him, I couldn't even stop myself from tracing my fingertips over up and down his legs, loving the feeling of his skin under my hand. A couple of hours ago he had donned my shirt, and holy fuck, the boy somehow managed to look hotter in my clothes than in that cut out little vest thing. For a joke, I'd made him a sticker that said 'Team Jeon' on it and had stuck it on his ass just so that all the guys at the party would know to back to hell off.

I nuzzled into his neck. Taehyung's's whole aura was intoxicating, just incredible and I didn't think I'd ever be able to get enough of him.

After another half an hour, my parents excused themselves to bed. My dad smirked at me as he stood up. "No cell phone emergencies for the next half an hour, okay?"

I cringed as the image immediately filled my head. "Seriously, go away and leave my mother alone, you two are too old for that stuff," I complained, shuddering.

My dad laughed as he patted my shoulder. "Whatever. Night guys," he called to everyone else.

Hannah and Aeri stood up too. Ryong had left a while ago, and Lisa was up in her room listening to some crap Emo band. "We're going to bed too. Want me to do the fire?" Aeri offered, nodding at the flames that were still burning but starting to go out.

I shook my head in rejection. I wanted a little more time with my man on the beach, I wasn't ready for bed yet. Well, it wasn't that I wasn't ready for bed, because I was; it was more like I hadn't built up my strength to say no to him yet. After losing that volleyball game, I knew I was in for it tonight. He would be throwing himself at me, and I wasn't prepared enough to resist his charms yet.

"Nah, I'll sort it out. G'night," I replied, smiling. I watched them walk away before turning my attention back to Taehyung who was sitting in my lap. "Want to dance with me some more?"

He twisted slightly and smiled. "Sure. You're not going to sing like that though, are you?" he teased, pushing himself up and brushing the sand off his derrière.

I smiled and patted the sticker on his ass. Team Jeon. I had to admit, that looked pretty fucking good on him. "Not unless you beg," I joked, pushing myself up too and grabbing my phone from my pocket. I pulled up some crappy romantic song and pressed play before slipping it back into my pocket again.

He smiled and pressed himself to me. "You'll be the one begging tonight, Jungkook," he countered.

I smiled; he was an incorrigible flirt sometimes. "I don't beg."

"Oh, you'll beg alright."

" Jeon Jungkook doesn't beg for anything," I rejected, pulling him into my arms as we started dancing slowly around the fire.

"By the end of the night, I'll have you begging for more. I guarantee it," he whispered, his breath blew across my cheek as his hand ran up my bare chest. My body broke out in goosebumps, but it wasn't from the cold. I gritted my teeth when his fingers wove into the back of my hair. I knew the words that I had just said to him were untrue - this man could get me to beg, no doubt about it.

"We'll see then, huh?" I pressed my lips to his and kissed him passionately as we continued to dance. When the kiss broke, he laid his head on my shoulder, pressing his face into the side of my neck as his arms tightened on me. I was totally and utterly happy at that moment; I had never in my life felt more contented with one person, everything was perfect.

After about ten minutes he pulled his head back. Tears glistened in his eyes. I frowned, wondering what on earth I had done that had upset him.

Had I said something, or maybe, not said something that I was supposed to?

Had I done something wrong? I moved my hands up to his face and wiped the single tear that fell down his face as he quickly looked away from me.

"Tae, what's wrong?"

He sniffed and shook his head, smiling apologetically. "Nothing, I'm just being silly. Sorry."

That wasn't the answer I wanted. "Tell me?"

He smiled and a blush coloured his cheeks. "It's just... this is the most romantic thing that has ever happened to me, and I guess I got a little, I don't know, overwhelmed or something," he answered, shrugging uncomfortably.

I smiled at his admission. It was a little romantic - alone on a deserted beach, fire, stars, cheesy music, dancing. I couldn't have planned it better if I tried. Not that I knew how to be romantic at all, but this situation just seemed to make itself.

I pulled him back to me again and smiled teasingly. "You're such a girl."

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks."

I brushed his hair back from his face, just looking into his eyes. The way he was looking at me was making my palms a little sweaty. "I didn't say it was a bad thing. Girls are the best."

He smiled and nodded towards the fire. "How are you going to put that out? I want to go to bed now, I've had enough waiting. I want to revel in my volleyball prize before I'm too tired to enjoy it," he said, smiling happily.

I moaned quietly, and my balls tightened at the thought of what was about to happen. As quickly as I could, I kicked sand onto the fire, extinguishing the flames, checking it was out. I took his hand and looked towards the house.

"Bed then?"

He grinned. "Thought you'd never ask."

I smiled and led him up to the house, locking the back door behind us.

Once we were inside, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him, obviously taking him by surprise. My whole body was pressed against his as I slipped my hands down to his ass, lifting him off his feet. Instantly, his legs wrapped around my waist as if they belonged there, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth at the sheer luxury of having this incredible boy wrapped around me. Pushing away from the door, I carried him up to my bedroom, not once breaking the kiss as his hands roamed my back, tickling the skin lightly.

As soon as we were in my room, I kicked the door shut and headed straight for the bed. My hormones had taken over; I had barely any control over myself. It had been way too long since something like this had happened to me, and even just kissing him made my whole body burn with passion. No other person had made me feel like this, not even close. I laid him down on the bed, and he grinned excitedly as we began peeling each other's clothes off.

I pulled his swimsuit down and moaned in appreciation as it exposed his chest. My mouth went a little dry; he was exquisite. My hands roamed his skin, and he arched his back, pressing his man boobs into my hands more.

When he made that little purring noise I almost climaxed in my shorts.

Eight weeks. I'd been with this boy for eight incredible weeks, but it still hadn't prepared me for this. I felt like a virgin, like I was seeing a guy for the very first time. Everything felt new and exciting. I hoped this night lasted forever.

I kissed him as I gripped the sides of the boxer and started pulling it down. I'd already rid him of his shorts, so this was the last thing to come off before I had my hot little boyfriend completely and utterly naked.

Just as I was about to pull his bottoms down, he gripped my hand and shook his head. "Wait, wait, wait," he muttered, chewing on his lip.

I stopped immediately and hovered above him, looking at him worriedly. "What's wrong?"

He closed his eyes and winced. "I'm scared," he mumbled.

I smiled, still confused. "Of me?" I asked, not having a clue what he would be scared of. Maybe he was scared of being in a full on relationship, maybe he was scared to take this next step after all. Maybe he was still scared that I was using him for sex.

He opened his eyes and shook his head. "Jungkook, I've had a baby."

"Yeah, I know that. I've met him, remember?"

He smiled weakly. "That's not what I meant... I meant that, my body, it's... I've..." he groaned and closed his eyes again. "I have some stretch marks on my stomach from where I was pregnant with Han."

I smiled and felt my tense muscles relax. This wasn't something I had done wrong, I hadn't rushed him, he was just feeling insecure about his body. I lowered myself down on top of him, being careful with my weight.

"And you're worried that I'm going to see them and not like them?"

He gulped. "I'm not worried, I'm terrified."

"Stripes, have I ever told you how much I admire you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side and looking at him curiously. He frowned bemusedly as he shook his head. I smiled and laid down next to him, propping my head up on my elbow so I could look at him. "I love that you've had a child. Your body did something magical. Han is incredible, and you should wear your scars proudly because you created an amazing kid."

His eyes filled with tears as he looked at me so tenderly that it made my heart race. "Kook, you know sometimes you say the sweetest things that I've ever heard. I know you don't think that you're good with any of this mushy stuff, but you really are. Thank you," he whispered, bending forward and kissing me again lightly.

I didn't know how to answer that, so I did the only thing I could think of that would make him feel better. I gripped both sides of his boxer and pulled if off completely in one swift movement, throwing it on the floor.

As I ran my eyes down his body, I didn't see any ugly marks that he would be worried about me seeing. I saw a few faded lines on his tummy - but they just added to his character, like a little Han badge, a sign of how incredible a mom he was. Those marks didn't turn me off in the slightest, in fact, for some reason they turned me on even more. I couldn't help but wonder if a baby of mine would mark his body one day.

I looked back to his face; he was chewing on his lip so hard that I was concerned he'd split it in two. "Beautiful," I whispered, crushing my lips against his, kissing him deeply, showing him how much I truly meant those words.

He moaned into my mouth, looping his arms around my neck and pulling me on top of him again as we made out. I couldn't keep my hands off his body. The way his skin felt under my fingertips, the taste of his tongue on mine, the way his chest rose and fell - all of it was hypnotizing me. My willpower was crumbling with each stroke of his tongue. I'd never wanted a man more than I wanted him. When I looked down at him, his eyes were excited as a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. I traced the line of his lips with my thumb, feeling my breath catch in my throat as his tongue flicked out sweeping across my thumb.

I gulped and traced my fingertips down his neck, across his chest, circling his hard nipples but not touching them, smiling to myself as he arched his back pushing his chest towards my hand. But that wasn't my destination right now. My fingers headed lower and lower until they brushed through his curls to the apex of his legs. I moaned when I felt how wet and leaking he already was for me.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as I teased his length with my fingers. "Kook." The way he breathed my name made my dick throb and ache to be inside him. I looked away from his lustful face; I couldn't take looking at that anymore because I wanted to give in. My body wanted me to just concede and give him what he so obviously wanted. But I still wanted to wait for those three words, and then there would be nothing in the worl that would stop me being with him.

I kissed across his neck, sucking on his collarbone as I worked my fingers up his hard-on. His hand tangled in the back of my hair, pulling gently as he gasped and wriggled under me, moaning my name in the sexy husky way that was making my whole body vibrate with excitement. One of his hands trailed down over my back, scratching gently with his nails, unconsciously making me grind against him. As his hand pushed down the back of my shorts, starting to guide them down, I pulled back slightly and shook his head.

"Just let me make you finish first," I mumbled, crushing my lips to his. I just wanted to give him my undivided attention. I knew that once my shorts were off and his hands were on me, that I would lose focus. I just needed to hear him moan my name some more first. He bit on my bottom lip as I pushed two fingers into him. I couldn't help the little growl that escaped my lips at the feel of it, thoughts of what he would feel like clamped around my dick as I made love to him, were flooding my brain driving me crazy with desire.

"God, Tae, I've never been this turned on in my life," I promised, kissing down his neck heading towards the cock that were begging for my attention.

"Me either," he replied, her voice wobbling as he spoke.

He was already gasping, wriggling under me, his fingernails digging into the small of my back, pulling me closer as I pumped my fingers inside him to the rhythm he seemed to like. His skin tasted incredible, warm and mouth-watering. I sucked hard on his nipple before turning my attention to the other one, not wanting to neglect any part of him.

"Oh God,". he moaned. His hips bucked up as his thighs clamped shut, trapping my hand in place as I felt his muscles ripple inside. I smiled against his stomach that I was currently tracing with my tongue. I nipped his skin gently with my teeth as I bent my fingers inside him, tracing his inner walls, making his legs shake a little as I pushed myself up to kiss his.

He moaned into my mouth as his arms looped around my neck so tightly it was almost as if he were afraid to let go.

I smiled against his mouth as I slowly pulled my fingers out, making him whimper quietly and kiss me harder. His hands trailed down my back, catching the waistband of my shorts, guiding them down. I kicked them off, still not breaking the kiss. One of hos delicate little hands traced the line of my ass, brushing up my outer thigh. Anticipation of what I knew was coming made the muscles tighten in my stomach. I gulped as his fingers tickled across my hip, heading around to the front.

Oh God, I'm going to die. The waiting is actually going to kill me.

Maybe I'm going to have a heart attack and then I'll never get to screw him!

I closed my eyes as he traced one finger around the tip of my dick before gripping it in his little hand. I puffed out a big breath because of how nice that felt, but suddenly it was gone. I snapped my eyes open to see him frowning, pushing on my chest to get me off him. Immediately I started to panic, not knowing what I'd done wrong.

"Kook, what the? You have a piercing?" His mouth dropped open in shock as his gaze flicked to my crotch.

Oh shit, I guess he wouldn't know about that considering I'd not let him touch me yet! I looked down at the three little piercings that I'd had on the underside of my shaft. They were metal bars that ran under the skin with a small silver ball at the end of each one.

"Er, yeah. Is that a problem?" I asked, praying with every bone in my body that he wouldn't have a hatred for them.

He didn't say anything, just pushed me onto my back, bending closer to look at them. I held my breath as he reached out a finger, touching each of the balls in turn, tracing his finger across the skin, feeling the bar that you could feel just under the surface. When his hair fell across his face, I swept it out of the way quickly so I could see his face. I needed to know if
he was horrified or not. I could take them out if he didn't like it. I had them done years ago; they'd served their purpose, if he didn't like them then I'd get rid of them for him, it didn't matter.

His face wasn't horrified though. In fact, he looked kind of excited by it. Maybe he was imagining what it would feel like - they definitely benefitted my partners more than they did me.

"I bet they hurt so much when you had them done," he said quietly. I gasped when he bent his head and kissed the top one, sucking on it gently.

"Fuck," I muttered unable to censor my language because of how nice that felt.

He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine before he crawled up to my side. "I know you always call me a dirty boy, but you must be a dirty boy in order to have done that in the first place. The words pot and kettle spring to mind," he teased, raising one eyebrow.

I smirked at him and tangled one hand into the back of his silky hair, pulling hi. closer to me. Our mouths were so close that I could taste his breath as it blew across my lips. He tasted like the strawberries that he'd eaten earlier.

"Then it appears we're very well suited," I countered, running my free hand down his back to cup his pert little ass. He nodded, tracing hos nose up the side of my jaw as his hip rubbed against my erection.

"I already knew that," he breathed, crashing his lips to mine again.

I kissed him back hungrily, totally ravishing his mouth with my tongue. I wasn't ready to relinquish control yet, so I ran my hands down his arms until I got to his hands. I moved his hand away from my shaft as I flipped him onto his back, making him squeal as I headed back down to his chest again, I wasn't finished with them just yet. My mouth took pleasure in his nipples as my hands wandered his body again, memorising it, worshiping it.

My whole body was begging for more. This, being the first time I had seen him naked, was not helping with the whole patience and waiting until he was in love with me thing. I wanted him so badly that it was actually hurting.

He rolled me onto my back, moving on top of me, panting for breath. "Do you have a condom, Kook?" s
he purred, grinding against me again, making my body tingle. I could feel how wet he was and the desire was almost killing me.

Condom? We'd agreed earlier than we weren't going all the way until he was in love with me. Wait, is he in love with me? I looked at him, shocked. He couldn't be, could he? He hadn't said anything so he couldn't be.

"What do you want that for?" I asked stupidly.

He laughed and nibbled on the edge of my jaw. "I want to start a water balloon fight, what do you think I want it for?"

I laughed. "Good one."

He grinned and trailed his hand down to my chest again, stopping at my shaft, gripping it tightly, making the muscles in my stomach tighten.

His hand felt so good around me that I just couldn't help but moan at the feel of it. He made that little excited purr in the back of his throat and pressed his lips against mine again. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, rolling so he was underneath me, then pulled back slightly, hovering above him, looking into his big brown eyes.

"Go on then... say it." I smirked at him. I was so excited to hear the words that I could barely even remember how to breathe.

He gripped my ass, pulling me back to him again as he looked at me curiously. "Say what?"

"Well, you're obviously going to confess your love for me. We agreed that this wasn't going to happen until you fell for me, so I was just waiting for you to say it," I teased, propping myself up on my elbows so I could brush his hair back from his forehead.

He gasped and looked at me, shocked. Oops, too soon for the love jokes. Damn it, shut the hell up, Kook and just make love to your man like he's offering.

"Kook, I-" He shook his head, looking at me worriedly.

"Exactly. I thought that's what we were waiting for, until you could say it, and you obviously can't, so we're still waiting." I shrugged and rolled off him, pulling him closer to me as I threw my leg over his, trapping him against my chest. Just lying naked with him, touching him, that was more than enough for now. I could wait.

"But it's okay, I don't want to wait any more," he whispered, pressing his lips to mine.

I groaned. He was offering himself to me on a plate; I should have been rejoicing, flipping him onto his back and fucking his brains out. But the thing was, I was a little disappointed. I wasn't ready to say the words either, but part of me was hoping that he would. I'd never had anyone say those words to me before, and I knew they'd sound amazing in his smooth silky voice. I shook my head, and he whimpered against my lips, almost making me change my mind and give him what he wanted. After all, I wanted it too, I hadn't had sex for two months, and I was getting way to familiar with my right hand for my liking.

He pulled back giving me the puppy dog face, and I couldn't help but smile. "Not the face, Stripes, come on that's not fair. Let's just wait, okay? We've waited this long. This is what you wanted, so let's stick to it."

He sighed dramatically and rolled me onto my back again, pressing his body on top of mine. "Fine. How about a sixty-eight then?" he suggested, raising one eyebrow.

I had no idea what that was, but I sure liked the sound of it! "And what's a sixty-eight?" I asked curiously, knowing I would do it anyway whatever it was. I was always up for new things so whatever he wanted to try I would do.

"I'll go down on you, and you can owe me one," he replied.

I burst out laughing and cupped his face in my hands, pulling him closer to me. "I don't like to owe people, so how about I pay you that now too?" I countered; this night was going to be in-fucking-credible!

He pulled out of the kiss and shook his head. "I want to see how that feels like on my tongue first. So far, you've done all the work. Bottoms like to hear a guy moan their name too you know," he teased.

I didn't say anything as his lips travelled down my chest, peppering open mouthed kisses on my skin. His tongue darted out and flicked across my nipple, making me hiss through my teeth. He smiled up at me, his eyes playful as he just carried on his little kissing task, heading lower and lower.

I was in heaven, I really must be. There was a fucking angel on top of me right now, kissing my body and heading down towards my dick. This just couldn't be real, I had to be dreaming this. He settled himself in between my legs, his fingers raking up and down my thighs as he just looked at my erection with an awed expression on his face.

Before I knew what happened, his mouth closed over the tip of my shaft. Immediately, my hips jerked up - it was an involuntary action because I hadn't had any attention from anyone for so long. This was definitely the longest I had been without having sex or even being touched by anyone.

I bit my tongue as I tried not to hiss a string of expletives because I wasn't sure if I could cope with how hot and wet his mouth was. He made a little moan of appreciation as his tongue swirled over the head, toying with the top little piecing.

I was going to lose it. I couldn't take it. His mouth had been on me for less than three seconds and I already felt like I was at the tip of the cliff.

That was seriously not going to impress hi. if I came that quickly.

Then I did something stupid, I looked down at him while he sucked on my cock. The sight of it in his mouth, his hair falling around and, the way he drew his head back slightly as he sucked harder, pushed me right to the edge of my climax. But when his eyes flicked up to meet mine and he pushed down taking in most of my dick into his mouth, I knew I was done for. His eyes didn't leave mine as he proceeded to give me the best blow job I'd ever had in my life. He seemed to take his time, savouring it, his tongue playing with the little metal piercings as if they were the most interesting thing he'd ever tasted.

I had never been on the brink of a climax for so long. He seemed to know when I was about to lose it and he'd pull away and do something different, varying from pumping me with his hand and kissing the tip, or deep throating me while playing with my balls. It was easily the best sexual experience I'd ever had in my life. I couldn't help but thrust into his mouth gently. If I'd died right in that moment I would have been happy to say that I'd just experienced the best that life could offer.

When I couldn't hold it any more I squeezed my eyes shut and took his hand, pulling gently to tell him to move. "Tae, I'm..." I trailed off, unable to finish that sentence. If he didn't want me to finish in his mouth then he sure as hell needed to move, and fast. Instead, he squeezed my hand and pushed down further, taking more of me into his mouth, gagging as he did it. Her whole throat tightened around my dick, and I groaned as the pleasurable burning sensation spread from the pit of my stomach, up my shaft. I cupped the side of his face and thrust into his mouth gently a couple of times as I climaxed.

The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much to cope with, I felt all of my muscles in my stomach tighten, forcing my shoulders to hunch and my hands to tighten into fists.

"Fuck. I love you, Taehyung," I growled through my teeth.

He pulled back quickly, making a wet popping sound as my dick left his lips. His hand shot up to his mouth, wiping it roughly as he swallowed and seemed to gasp for breath. His cheeks were flushed and there was a fine sheen of sweat covering his face. His eyes were wide as he scrambled off me to sit next to me on the bed.

Oh. My. God. No!

To be continued.....

He said I love youuu!!!