Jungkook brought us back to the house after dinner. He hung up my coat and I kicked off my shoes before I stepped into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna shower," he called to me from the doorway, "You can come to bed whenever you feel like it."

"Okay," I turned and smiled, my hand on the cabinet door where the glasses were held.

He smiled back, then stepped out of view.

By the time I opened the cabinet, he was back and I was staring at him again.

"Jimin, I- Would you- Would it be okay, if I moved your stuff into my room?"

I pulled a cup down from the cabinet and shut it, tapping my nails against the glass, "I mean...I already sleep there, so what's the harm," I shrugged.

He grinned, his eyes crinkling and teeth on full display. He looked beautiful, but I kept myself from saying so.

"Great," he nodded and then turned to look down the hall, "Um...I'll work something out and get it all moved over. You don't have to do anything though, alright?"

"No, I could move-"

"Happy birthday, Jimin," he smirked before he moved away, out of my sight again.

Well...I was confused by that. I didn't understand why he'd tell me to not help.

Nevertheless, I filled my cup with water and sat at the table to admire the flowers he'd brought home.

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About ten minutes later, I slipped into the bedroom as quietly as possible.

I heard the shower still running, and I glanced at the bed before I stared at the bathroom door. It was cracked open, just like it usually would be, and steam rolled out into the bedroom.

I shed my dress shirt and pants, pulled my socks off and slid into the bathroom.

I looked towards the shower and saw his shadow behind the curtain. His shower didn't have a tub basin, just a drain in the middle of an inward-slanted rectangle. The curtain didn't reach the floor fully either, so I could see his feet.

I bit my lip and held my breath as I approached the shower, then I pulled the curtain back and he quickly looked to me.

For a while, we just stared at each other, then I stepped forward and pushed up on my toes, holding his shoulders as I kissed him.

It took him a second, but he kissed back and wrapped one arm around my waist.

The water was scalding and gave me chills, but I couldn't care less as I heard the curtain slide back across the curtain rod.

I broke the kiss and fell back to my heels, looking up at him as I panted.

His hands moved up my back and he pulled me into a hug, "Your boxers are soaked now."

"It's okay," I shrugged, pressing my lips against his neck and breathing in his natural scent.

One of his hands fell to my ass and he pulled my hips forward, dragging a gasp out of me. "Do you miss being touched?" he asked quietly.

I nodded, unable to focus on forming snarky comebacks when he was grinding my hips into his thigh; his stupid, muscular, defined thigh.

"I really enjoy the sounds you can make," he smirked. "Why are you being so quiet?"

"I don't want it to be loud and rough," I shook my head.

His other hand came down and he pushed my boxers below my ass, sliding his fingers between my cheeks, "How do you want it?"

"Soft," I mumbled, lifting my head to look at him, "Make love to me, please."
He hesitated, but still leaned back in to kiss me again.

I tilted my head to the side and grazed his bottom lip with my teeth. He tensed, so I placed my hands on his ribs and rubbed circles into his skin with my thumbs.

A minute or two of that calmed him and we pulled away from one another.

I reached over and blindly turned off the water, then pulled him out of the shower, where he stopped me and pulled my boxers off.

He threw them into the tub and grabbed a towel, wiping me down before he did the same to himself.

He dropped the towel, then followed me into the bedroom and over to the bed.

I sat down slowly before I moved to the middle of the bed. He crawled up to meet me in a kiss before he pushed me to lay back in the pillows.

The bed seemed softer than before; with his hands pushing into the mattress next to me and his knees framing my hips.

I felt so comfortable under him; almost enough to go to sleep.

"Jimin," he broke the kiss after I stopped responding, "You okay?"

His lips brushed against mine with every word, so I pecked them before I said, "Yeah, just comfy."

He smiled and pulled back, his right hand coming up to my cheek, "You won't fall asleep on me, will you?"

"Maybe if I cum first," I managed a smile as I reached up to his stomach.

"Ah, guess I should prepare myself for a solo session later, then."

I giggled and lightly hit his ribs, letting my hand stay there as I traced his bones.

"Do you...want me to use a condom?" he bit his lip and I swear his right eye had a sparkle to it.

"You don't have to," I shook my head, "But...it's been a few months, so I don't know...you're big."

He blushed and his gaze dropped to my chest, "I've never hurt you too bad, right?"

"Not in a way I can't handle, no. I'm used to being used."

At that, his smile disappeared and I frowned too, tracing the lines of his lips. "People never appreciate true beauty like yours, Jimin. And I didn't at first either. I'm so sorry for that."

"It's okay."

"No, it's really not. I promise I...I can be better; I can do better...for you."

"Thank you," I smiled and nodded just a bit, "I'd appreciate that very much."

He grinned again and shuffled as he pushed his legs between mine. He glanced up at me a few times, a soft, sort of lost, smile on his lips.

"Do you still love Tae Hyung?"

He froze, his hands on the insides of my thighs.

"It's okay if you do. I'd understand. I just wanna know why you don't smile as often as you used to."

Slowly, he sat back on his heels, "I do love Tae," he nodded, his hands coming up to my knees, "But I really like you. And I'm grateful for the ways you've helped me."

I nodded, reaching down to grab his hand. He locked our fingers and lightly smiled at me, leaning down to press a kiss against my knee.

He pulled back with a groan and rolled his eyes before he moved up the bed. I watched him as he reached over to his nightstand and pulled the top drawer open. When he drew his hand back, he had two bottles in his hand.

He handed the smaller one to me, then took the lube with him as he settled back between my legs.

The small bottle was some kind of gel stimulant. The back said it 'heightens male and female stimulation receptors.'

"What exactly is this?" I laid the bottle beside me and watched as he lubed up his fingers.

"Um...to put it simply, it makes you really sensitive. It makes everything feel better. And I want you to feel really good, so-"

I bit my lip and picked the bottle up again. It said to apply directly to sex organs, but, "Does it...go inside or just.."

"Um...well, I used to just put it around Tae's rim, but...I could put it inside if you want."

"Will it do anything?"

"You'll have to be the judge of that," he smiled and lowered his hand to my entrance.

I spread my legs wider and handed the bottle to him.

He chuckled before he squirted a dollop onto my perineum. He gave it back then quickly pushed a finger into me as the stimulant dripped down.

"It takes a couple minutes, but let me know if it feels good, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded then put some of the stimulant on my member. The weight of it on my stomach was starting to irk me, so I had to touch myself.

I laid the bottle to the side and wrapped my fingers around my length, only getting a stroke in before Jungkook pushed another finger in.

I whined and he paused, "That hurt?"

"No, move them."

He let his free hand grip my thigh and push my left leg towards my chest.
"Kook," I pushed my shoulders into the pillow and closed my eyes, "Good, don't stop."

The slow movement of his hand and the occasional movement of my own was enough to have me mewling.

A few minutes easily passed, and he had three fingers pushed into me when the stimulant took effect.

"Mm, Jungkook!" I wiggled my hips in an off-rhythm with his hand.

"Is it working?" he smiled.

"I think so, yeah," I started to pump my length, unable to match his pace.
He chuckled and leaned closer to my abdomen. For a second, I was praying that he'd lick my dick, or my fingers or something, but the tease only blew a short stream of warm air against my member.

I moaned and pressed my entire body closer to the mattress.

He chuckled again and pulled back, "Last finger okay? Tell me if it hurts."

I heard the pop of the lube bottle, felt coldness against my perineum, then heard the same pop.

In a matter of seconds, I could feel his pinky pushing into me. I stopped everything, and grunted as his fingers fell all the way in with one quick movement.

"Fuck, sorry," he grumbled.

I glanced down and saw how he was biting his lip, "It's okay. It's good, feels good. Am I ready yet?"

"No Beautiful," he chuckled, "Not yet. Another minute okay?"

"Hurry," I pouted, stroking myself again.

I felt a kiss against my knee again and fought the moan that was threatening to spill.

Not long after, he pressed his free hand to my stomach before he slowly pulled his fingers out.

I whined at the loss, feeling empty- which I wasn't used to anymore.

"I know baby," he leaned over me for a second then grabbed the stimulant before dropping some on his length.

"Knees," I muttered.

"What?" He raised his brow as he rubbed the stimulant in.

"On my knees...put me on my knees."

He stared at me for a second, then nodded quickly before he grabbed my hips and flipped me to my stomach. I moaned at the contact my dick made with the sheets, and it only felt better when Jungkook leaned down and bit my ass cheek.

I whined and lifted my hips, but he didn't take his teeth away. I tucked my knees under me and spread them as best as I could.

Then he stopped biting and licked the spot he'd abused.

"Jungkook," I whimpered, reaching back towards him.

He stopped and grabbed my hand, positioning himself on his knees as well.

His hands traced the curve of my ass, his nails lightly scratched my thighs, and his lips attached to my arm, where he sucked more bruises into my skin.

I was so weak beneath him and I couldn't tell him to hurry up anymore.
After a few minutes, he quit teasing, apologizing as he lined himself up.

He put a generous amount of lube on his length, some dripping to the bed between my calves.

Then he pushed inside about an inch.
"Wait," I grabbed the sheets and tensed my whole body.

"Fuck, sorry," he leaned over me as best he could without pushing in more, "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No, I...I want this. You'll just have to fuck me open."

"Jimin," he whispered, "I can't control myself when shit like that comes out of your mouth."

"Well, I'm not gonna be quiet, so I guess this is gonna be patience practice for you."

He made a noise, that sounded like he was exasperated already, but it only made me smile.

"Soft, Jungkook," I reminded him.

He exhaled and then grabbed my hips, slowly pulling back from me.

I bit my lip. It hurt, but I wanted this; I wanted him and I wanted to feel loved. So I stayed quiet, letting him work me open and only moaning when he slowly pressed into my prostate.

"Jimin, does it feel good, yet?"

At this point, he was able to lean over me and press his hands into the mattress beside my own. So I reached out and placed my hands over his. Yet, he seemed to know what I wanted, and he threw his hands over mine, threading our fingers together.

"Baby," he groaned, his hips taking on a steady pace.

"Feels great," I exhaled, "don't go faster than this though."

"Alright," he pressed a kiss to my neck, "Tell me what you want, okay? I'll give it to you."

"Okay," I nodded, "Kookie?"

He paused and I felt his grip loosen on my hands, "Yeah?"

"You can cum wherever you want."

His grip tightened back and he went back to that comfortable pace, rocking into just the right places, and he kissed my shoulder.

"Feels good baby," I whined, dropping my hips closer to the bed.

He bit into my skin lightly, scraping his teeth over my shoulder blade before he peppered kisses all over.

"Jungkook," I moaned as he hit my prostate.

He stopped again, his tip pressed into my spot and I could only gasp as he lifted off me.

I heard a bottle pop then felt liquid on my rim. He started slowly moving and fucked the liquid into me.

Then he laid over me again, only this time his right arm snaked around my body.

He grabbed my length and I could feel what I thought was lube on his hand.

"More stimulant," he muttered.

"Kookie," I whined.

His grip tightened and his hand pumped me faster. His thrusts became harsher and I moaned with every one.

"J-Jungkook, I- I-"

"Cum for me , baby. Come on, stain my sheets," he growled and I shook my head.

"So-Soft, Kookie. Please. Let it last."

"I'm close too," he mumbled, taking my ear between his teeth, "Maybe we should cum together, huh?"

"Kookie-"

"Soft, I know," he sighed out, "Just stop calling me that."

"What?"

"Jungkook is fine."

Of course I couldn't call him cute names. He didn't even see me as an alternative to Taehyung, just something to sleep with; someone to cum on.

Today meant nothing to him; it was all just to keep me around.

I wanted too much, got my hopes up too high.

"Okay," I whispered, trying my best to hide the fact that I was about to cry. I shouldn't cry over him anyway. I meant nothing to him and he meant nothing to me.

"Fuck," he choked out. A few thrusts later, he was spilling into me and then pulling out after he caught his breath, "Jimin-"

I didn't stick around to listen to him. I slipped out from underneath him and left the room as quickly as possible.