[M18]

"shortcake," he mumbles.

the sweet, little word dissolves and i swallow.

"are you really sure about this?" he asks as he sits on the dresser. i simply nodded at his question, despite the nervousness i was feeling. he's my first. however, all worries disappeared as soon as he presses his mouth lightly against mine. his teeth catch my bottom lip in a faint bite, and goosebumps spread.

he toys with the zipper of my dress for a tiny, jingling eternity, and then pulls it down. it makes a sound like a needle dragging across a record. he deepens the kiss, and i push closer in between his knees, and wild horses could not drag me away from this man. i will kiss him until i die of exhaustion.

i unconsciously let the dress drop, causing me to be only left in my undies. i hurriedly step out of it, bending to pick it up. self-consciousness prevails and i hide behind it a little, until kook starts grabbing it away that i have no choice but to hold it aside.

kook looks like he's been stabbed in the gut.

"holy shit," he says faintly.

i hand him the dress and put my hand on my hip. his eyes eat every line and curve of me, even as his hands neatly fold my dress in half. he looks at me that makes my knees weak.

"you've gone a bit quiet on me here, kook." i slide my finger under my bra strap, and pause. i see his throat swallow.

i put my hands on his neck, then slide them down. he's so solid, heavy, the heat radiating from within the muscles flexing under my palms. i step in closer, and put my face into his throat, and breathe him in. i close my eyes and beg myself to remember this. please, remember this when you're a hundred years old.

his hands slide down my waist to take my butt in both hands, and when i begin to kiss his throat, he squeezes me tighter and gives it a slap.

"ow!" i winced in pain.

"sorry, baby." he laughs in an apologetic way, before giving me a peck on the lips. "i've always wanted to smack your ass like how chaeyoung did in your choreography."

he begins unbuttoning his shirt, looking dazed. my free hand is groping along his chest, and i break off the kiss to watch myself do it. i can sense how his breathing gets heavier as i roam my hand around. his hands, on the other hand, haven't moved from my ass. but his fingertips have slid down underneath my underwear, gently rubbing my womanhood.

to stop myself from making an embarrassingly loud moan i kiss him again, wriggling closer to him.

"i had it all planned." he finally finds his voice again, moving me backward smoothly to the bed. he hauls the coverlet away and lays me back against the sheets with easy strength.

"it was going to be a little more romantic than my room, where my parents might hear us. but your hormones are acting up," he smirked.

before i could defend myself, he captures my
mouth in a kiss, and it's so gentle i could cry.

"see," he says into my mouth. "i never hated you, lisa. it's just you who despised me."

his tongue touches mine, tentative, shy. he drops himself down on his elbows, caging me with his biceps.

i sigh and stretch and wriggle underneath his weight. "you're so big. it gets me hot."

"and you're so tiny. it makes me wonder about all the ways we'll fit together. it's all i've been thinking about since the day we met."

"oh sure. the momentous day i kicked your leg . . . twice."

he starts giving my throat the softest bites imaginable. "actually, the first time i saw you was during inkigayo." he slides his fingers into mine above our heads and we're now holding hands. "ever since then, i've always wanted to get your attention. but you won't just look at me," he confesses. "you were annoying the hell out of me."

how did we get back here? to this tender place after the blaze of anger burned us both up? it's so sweet, so completely soft and gentle and jungkook.

"you really want to continue? i can stop and just hold it in. just tell me." his eyes are solemn as he braces himself up a little.

"i told you kook, i want it. now," i say into his skin, and he lets out a shaky breath. we begin kissing again, and the friction of my thigh against his groin is spurring him into a slightly heavier rhythm. his mouth is wet, soft, delicious. the moment he stops, even to take a proper breath, i tug him back.

after an eternity, he tangles his hand in the strap on my shoulder. he didn't unhook it just yet. instead, he slides his finger under it, groping my breast. i let out a soft moan.

"fuck lisa, you're so hot." he dips his head and bites it.

he feels so good that i didn't bother to control the soft noises escaping from my lips.

we were going so slowly, i wouldn't be surprised to open my eyes and see the daylight. he's always completely different from what i expect. soft instead of hard. slow instead of fast. shy instead of brash.

when i manage to open my eyes, his breath is streaming hot underneath my ear. he unhooks my bra and carelessly throws it on the floor.

"mhmm." he hooks his fingers into the side of my underwear and tugs it down my legs. now, i am fully naked.

"probably my favorite sight from now on," is all he can seem to say as he intensely stares at my body.

he manages to ease the zip down on his pants and slides those boxer shorts down. my mouth drops open. seems that even my fevered imagination was woefully inadequate. i'm about to tell him that he is glorious when he snaps the lamp and we're plunged into darkness.

"no! kook, that's absolutely not fair. lights on. i want to look at you."

i flail my arm at the lamp but when he slides into the blanket and i register the warmth of his body against mine, we make identical sounds of pleasure. skin to skin. the heat of it.

i have no idea where he is precisely. it's like i've got hands sliding all over me.

"you're so soft it's ridiculous. everywhere my hand slides, you fit me. i was right."

he demonstrates. throat. breast. ribs. hips. then he shows me his mouth fits perfectly too. my skin heats with every kiss and press. my mouth starts to produce whimpering and begging noises.

then, i feel his mouth against my hip bone, and then he starts kissing my thighs. my legs fall open, and i stare into the dark at the ceiling.

the first touch is swirl. the kind of lick you'd make to the top of a melting ice cream cone. i breathe in so hard and he kisses my inner thigh. i can't form any human words, except calling out his name.

the next one is a kiss, the ones you do on your first dates with someone. chaste, soft, no tongue.

the third is a kiss again, but it disintegrates from chaste to dirty so slowly i barely know when it's changed.

pushing his tongue into my folds, he licks my clit, coaxing it out. "you taste so good, baby." his fingers pull my folds apart as he licks around my clit, barely touching it.

i'm shaking closer and closer to the blinding personal explosion i feel on the horizon. i put a hand down and sink my fingers into his hair and tug.

"baby, i can't handle it. please, kook. i need more. way, way more." i slide away, clutching at him, pulling him up by the arm with superhuman strength.

finally, his tongue licks my womanhood just before he sucks it into his mouth.

"i'm finally having you," he says with a shaky breath, flashing a smile.

he drops down and i'm surprised when the lamp flicks on. dazzled, i close my eyes, and when i open them, he's looking at me. those dark-brown eyes of him are doing strange things to my heart.

i pull the pillow over my face to smother my moans. he pulls the pillow away then returns his arm back to holding my body open to him.

"i need to see you, lisa." he sucks my clit back to his mouth, pulling it deeply. i look down my body into his eyes, focusing on anything but the pending orgasm that is wanting to burst from my body. he releases one thigh and i feel his fingers at my entrance.

"cover your mouth but not your face. are you ready, baby?"

"please."

he pushes two fingers into me and curls them, rubbing that spot that will send me over the edge.

"you're so wet, fuck." his voice ripples across my clit, sending vibrations of desire. i keep my eyes on him as the orgasm rips through my body. my muscles lock and i cover my mouth with my forearm, holding the sound in.

my vision blurs with the intense feeling. he then positions himself and i finally hear that magic foil-rip.

my inside muscles are so tight as he pushes himself in. i cry into my hand, which he pulls it away, slamming his mouth onto mine.

"tell me if i should stop," he says in between kisses as he slowly thrusts in. i taste myself on his tongue.

i wrap my legs around him and he took that as an answer. he moves against me with measured control.

"you're fucking mine, lisa manoban. only mine." he touches my nose with his. his breath is heavy and even.

"all . . . yours, jeon." i can barely speak. i involuntarily clench and he jerks forward, hard.

"fuck, lisa," he moans. "don't do that, or else you might need a wheelchair after this."

i chuckled at his remark. he lets go of my fingertips, slides a hand under each of my thighs and lifts me a few inches off the bed.

my eyes roll back into my head as he moves his hips again. he hits my pleasure spot so intense a sob catches in my throat. again and again.

sweat begins to mist my skin. his hand starts groping my left breast before he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth.

he then lifts one of my ankles to rest on his shoulder. his arm hugs my leg, and he studies my face with interest as he increases his pace further.

"ah~ faster," i beg. "don't stop."

"stubborn aren't you, shortcake."

"forever, do this forever. i can't let this end, kook." i'm in near tears.

he plants a kiss on my forehead. "it won't end," he tells me.

i can see he's starting to lose himself a little. his eyes are lit in bright haze, and i see him raise them to the ceiling.

"lisa," he moans over and over again as he starts to move faster inside me. "you feel so good, fuck."

"kook, oh my god! yes, ah~" the words leaves my lips.

he grunts as he continues moving in and out of me. "ah, shibal." he thrusts hard as he groans, triggering my release.

the pleasure boils over, my body twists, squeezes, shakes me out. he leans down against my leg and i feel him shaking in release. he looks down at me,

he lowers me down carefully before collapsing beside me and pulling me close. i snuggle closer, wrapping my arms around him. he caresses my back as he kisses the top of my head.

"lisa," he whispers.

"mhm?" i glance up at him.

he softly smiles at me. "i'm addicted to you. i want all of you, forever. you and me, every day. saranghanda, lisa. always have and always will."

i bit my lip to hide the joy i was feeling, which i failed to do so as i beamed wide at him. it was his first time to say i love you to me. jeon jungkook actually said that . . . to me.

"nado saranghae, kookie. forever and always."