I did not expect to feel so shy and uncomfortable in my own body.

"Let's pretend you didn't wash yourself already," he turns the faucet for the water to flow down our skins. "Well, we can just wash you," I smile, not letting go of him, and he grabs his shampoo, so I get his body wash while he is taking care of his hair.

"You just wanna touch me, no need to find an excuse," he smirks and rinces his hair, and I rub my hands over his tattoed torso to spread the body wash. "Tell me if I'm hurting you," I glance up at him, his wet hair making him look even more attractive. He puts his arms around me and leans in to kiss me. "You're not."

He brushes his warm hands up my back, but the tight closeness between our naked bodies, the water adding something more enticing, and the touches exciting the both of us, I lower my hands to his hips and raise my eyes up to his but catch him staring. "Turn around, I need to wash your back."

He does it, and I cover his tattoos with some foam. Wondering what the hell is wrong with me to be so sexually excited, even though we are not doing anything special, I wait for the water to remove the foam, and I touch his waist to press my lips against his spine.

For some reason, he does not stop me or complain, despite how sensitive he is to those kisses. I hold back from giving him more, and I go back in front of him to squat down and wash his legs.

The silence remaining between us as the sound of the water tapping is the only thing echoing in the room, he gets hold of his body wash and stares down at me, so I move back up. "Can I take care of the rest too?" I ask in a small voice, waiting for his permission, but he does not answer. He takes my hand in his and pours some of the liquid in my palm.

"Keep going," he keeps the bottle and uses some too, and with a lot of shyness, I first go for his butt and snuggle up against him to hide my smile.

"You know, washing your body two times is actually good and even better," he purposely forgets the fact I already took a shower and rubs his hands over my back. "Really?" I look up at him and dare to get my hands in the front to finally wash the part I was nervous to touch. "I...Yeah."

The heat rising and burning my face the most, I keep going, without breaking eye contact, and he shivers my skin with a soft caress of the tip of his fingers up my spine.

Feeling too tempted and horny to remain calm, I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips against his rosy and pretty ones to make him understand how this makes me feel, how he makes me feel.

His eyes stare deep into mine, never glancing away as we are both groping each other, my heart goes insanely fast, and my breathing loses steadiness.

I can feel the air tremble through my lungs, and the look he is giving me is affecting my body from head to toe.

With lack of confidence, I take my hands away from his cock, but he grips my hips and forces my body against his, and he joins our lips.

He steps forward and squeezes my body against the cold wall, getting me to gasp and arch my back, and he stops to look into my eyes.

"It's cold," I laugh, and he smiles in the most attractive manner, but goes back to kissing me, and he keeps pressing our bodies against one another as if he could not get enough of the feeling this provokes, nearly crushing my hips and waist with his big hands.

I run my fingers up his chest to hold his sharp jawline, and he slides his tongue inside my mouth at the first opportunity he gets, filling me up with butterflies and shivers. With this mere action, he earns a moan from my mouth, and he gives a thrust, pushing his cock against my stomach and getting my hand to squeeze his shoulders.

As this shower time is going downhill, he ends the French kiss with a peck and draws a line of kisses down to my sensitive neck, my eyes not opening anymore, I become weak in the knees once he starts to give me a hickey.

Loving how good this feels, how heavy his breathing is turning, and how hard he is getting, I drift one hand down between us to masturbate him, and he thrusts into my hand but gives me no choice but to ask for a break. "Wait..." I whimper.

He stops and silently looks at me, my legs already trembling.

I do not know if my body reacts that way so easily because I am a virgin, or if I am just oversensitive to his touch, but I hate it.

"I want to...to do something..." I unconsciously knead his shoulders, his dilated pupils enthralling me. "Do what?" he smiles, not taking his hands off of me either. "You know...when we were in my bed for the first time...you..." I make a fool of myself like a stupid girl, perceiving the amusement in his stare, and I cowardly drop my eyes down to his chain. "I can pleasure you this time...right?"

"Well, I was planning and hoping for something else," he does not seem to want it, for the second time, so I do not keep quiet about how this makes me feel. "Do you not want to be touched or...?"

"I do, it's not, like, I don't want it, but the way you react when I touch you or pleasure you is just..." he bites his lips and shakes his head. "I'm not gonna lie, it just makes me so fucking hard, but we can both pleasure each other, we have all day, it's not like we're in a rush or anything."

"Matt will be here in—"

"Shh. Shut up," he interrupts me, not liking the sound of this name. "I love you, but shut up."

I lick my lips and gaze down at his red ones, and he drags my hand down to his cock. "I'm okay with showing my weak side, but only because it's for your birthday," he acts like he always does, hiding the side of him I love the most.

"It's my first time doing this though, so it's gonna be a little...bad," I shake at the thought of doing this, fearing he could be disappointed and not want it anymore. "And I'm scared about my braces, isn't it risky?"

"Well, kinda yeah, but let's just be careful. I'm gonna guide you, so no need to worry. You'll become a pro because of me and for me," he finally reciprocates the same desire for this, and I cannot help showing how much relief this gives me.

I kiss his lips and grab his cock, and I slowly move my hand up and down the length, both gazing at one another with longing and love.

"Take control or tell me what to do if I'm not doing—"

"You're doing amazing, baby," he murmurs against my lips and reassures me, so I keep going the same way but focus all the rubbing on the head more than the rest. He licks his lips that keep parting and moves his veiny hand up to my throat. "You have no idea how good this feels," he smiles, with a lustful expression upon his face, my heart pounding me hard in the chest.

"Don't you do that every day though?" I squeeze my lips against one another, my body weakening the more I see him enjoy what I am giving him. He scoffs and glides his hands down to my hips. "Don't you ever touch yourself?"

I admit to it but only nod my head in the slightest way possible. "And doesn't it feel different when I'm the one touching you?" his voice deepens, turns breathy the more I jerk my hand up and down his throbbing cock, and I nibble on my lips. "It feels a lot different."

"It's the exact same for me, and probably even more intense," he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine, his neck getting sore for sure from the way he has to keep his chin down to stare into my eyes.

I contemplate his features, my breathing deepening as well while his shallow one is running out of his mouth at a much faster pace.

Once I make my wrist go more quickly, he reopens his bedroom eyes but rushes his hand up to my face, and he kisses me, hungrily. "Are you gonna take my cock in your mouth?" he rasps against my lips. "Yes...I want to...I wanna feel you come in my throat..."

The corners of his lips turn up, his gaze seeming sleepy, nearly similar to his drunk one, and he thrusts his hips but pushes his thumb over my parted lips. His attention remaining fixed on them, I take his thumb in my mouth to suck on it and flick my finger on his swollen head, but his eyes shut, and a genuine and enticing moan escape him, getting my inside to burn up.

I do not want him to cum yet, so I slow down and bring my fingers down his cock, but he pushes his thumb back and forth over my tongue and smirks.

His eyes closing more often and making him look high, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth but cups face, and he sticks two fingers inside instead. "Are you gonna be a good girl and let me do whatever I want with your throat?"

"Hm," I submissively nod and whine for it. "Hm?" he mimics me in a ridiculous voice and pulls his fingers out, and he grabs my hair and presses his lips on my neck, but pushes his wet fingers between my thighs to touch my clit. I momentarily moan and tease him with some heavier rubbing on the tip, and another groan runs away from his lips.

Both of us enjoying each other's touch, I clench my legs when I feel him force his fingers between the lips, and I fail to stay focused. My back arches the more he rubs this most sensitive spot, and I uncontrollably lean over, my knees already giving way.

His hand making my legs wobble, my body rests on his to not collapse, and I try to keep pumping his thick cock, but as the pleasure is spreading through my body and making it hard not to want more, my head falls onto his chest, and a quivering whimper goes out of me.

Right away, he cups my throat and pushes me against the wall to straighten my back, and his heavy breathing grazes my ear. "Can you not control your body anymore?" he penetrates me with two fingers, and I cannot think well enough to be conscious of what I am doing anymore. "You're already gonna come, aren't you?"

"D—Don't stop, please..." I cave in and let him take control, loving the strong sensations he is causing between my thighs. "That's my girl. Keep begging for it, baby," he rams his fingers inside me, and my knees give up for a moment, getting my body to go down, but he quickly reacts and squeezes my throat to keep me up against the wall.

"Jungkook...please...It feels so good—" I lose my mind and tear up out of incredible pleasure, and he goes faster, slapping his hand into my skin to finger me and hit all the right spots. "I'm coming—" I gasp for air, my legs going numb, then my feet, and without feeling the need to do anything, I climax and find myself almost collapsing before getting caught by his arm.

He does not stop but keeps going for a few seconds, some warm liquid leaking down his skin, and I crush his hand between my thighs once everything turns to pain.

He firmly holds me against the wall and takes his fingers out. "Get on your knees and let me fuck your pretty face," he speaks in my ear, and I listen.

His fingers tangled in my hair, I get down on my knees, but now that I am in front of his intimidating erection, I swallow the heaviness in my throat and wrap my hand around it and look up at him.

I am still in a daze from the orgasm that has not entirely vanished with all its aftermath, but in this situation, I am suddenly so tense. I do not know what to do or how to do it anymore.

Before taking it in my mouth, I twist my hand up and down his cock, lick the head, and look up into his eyes.

"If you give me that look while sucking me, I'm gonna cum so fucking early," he pushes my wet hair away from my face after giving me butterflies with his words, and I smile but do my best to take his length in my mouth, feeling overwhelmed, even though I am not the one being pleasured anymore.

I keep my hand at the base of his cock and push my tongue against the tip, and I bob my head while staring up at him to see if I am doing it right.

He bites his bottom lip, his hand hovering over the side of my face. "Just like that, baby," he hyperventilates, but once I go forth with my head and hand, I feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I choke on it but remove my hand to let him thrust further inside, understanding that is what he wants.

"Good fucking girl—" he holds the back of my head to push on it, my eyes becoming teary as I am gradually lacking air and struggling. "I'm gonna cum, baby," his words quickly leave his mouth, his hips thrusting hard to keep trapping his cock in the tightness of my throat, and I handle how difficult this is to make sure I do not ruin his climax.

"I'm coming—" his pretty and addictive moans turn into whimpers and echo through the room, covering my skin with goosebumps. I lift my hands up to his thighs to touch them, and in a few seconds full of gagging, his breathing hitches, his eyes roll back, and I feel him shoot his cum down my throat, making me force my head back to convulsively cough and attempt to catch my breath.

I have never felt the need to breathe so badly in my life.

"Come here, baby," he pats my head, and I get back up, still struggling, and he holds my face. "Are you okay?" he speaks in a softer voice and wipes some tears, which I was not even aware of, away from my face. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I did not expect it to feel like that...and I couldn't breathe anymore..."

"No, baby. You did so good, I'm proud of you," he kisses my cheekbone, treating me so softly after using my mouth and throat like a dumb toy. "You made me feel good."

"I did?" I swallow, the burning feeling in my throat not leaving me alone. "Hell yes, you did. I went a bit too rough because of it, so I'm sorry," he pampers me with kisses and comforts me, removing all of my doubt. "I'm happy then."

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my lips, and I hug him back.

•••

12:10 pm.

Jungkook cooking the next meal of the day after spoiling me this morning with a sweet breakfast, I stand next to him and watch what he is doing, silently participating to spend time with him.

My eyes follow his actions very attentively, his tattooed and veiny hands in particular. "Do you want to try it?" he lowers the temperature of the stove, and I nod, feeling hungry. He uses a fork to get a few pieces of vegetables and some chicken, and he blows on it for me, so I wait, and he glances at me but smiles without saying anything.

He holds the fork up to my mouth, and I eat everything.

"Wow, you're being such a good girl today," he puts the fork down, and I smile but hug him from the side. "You take everything I put in your mouth, you ask for it, and all," he cannot keep quiet about it, and I giggle out if embarrassment. "You're so damn mean."

No time for him to answer, the doorbell rings, so I hurry towards it, knowing who is finally here. I open the door to greet him, and Matthew stands before me.