Can I lick you here?

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[Tae's POV]

It’s 3pm when I arrive at his place. Jungkook lives in a fancy apartment, just as I expected. He invites me in, even tho I only came over to give him back the book he forgot yesterday, when we were having a group study in my dorm.

“It’s a big house,” I say. It’s the only thing I can think of. We’re friendly and we have friends in common, but we’re not really buddies. It’s hard to make a conversation with him when I know our lives are so different.

Everything is easy for him. Well, I suppose. He’s good looking, smart and rich. He’s got whatever he wants, and he doesn’t even need to ask. The girls in our class follow him around like puppies desperate for attention. I wonder how it must feel like to be wanted by everyone. He’s probably used to it. God, he must be so full of himself. Such a snob.

“Taehyung?”

“Huh? Uh, sorry. I was thinking about something.”

“Are you okay?” he asks. His eyes are big and round and so pretty. “Do you want a glass of water or something?”

Fuck, what’s that cold in my stomach?

“No, I’m good. Thanks. I should probably get going.”

“Actually,” he says, touching my arm lightly. It’s weird how aware of his touch I am right now. “I was wondering if you’re free this afternoon?”

I guess I must be staring at him like an idiot, because he frowns and then says:

“I’m gonna get you that water.”

He tells me to sit and goes to the kitchen. I’m a little nervous and I have no idea why. I mean, I do think he’s cute, but this has never been an issue before. I take a deep breath. And another. And another one.

“Thank you,” I say when he hands me a glass of water.

“Okay, so I’ll go straight to the point,” he mutters, sitting by my side on the couch. Maybe a little too close. Our knees touch and it’s like I’m struck by an electrical discharge. Jungkook looks a bit serious now and this is very new to me, because we’ve never been only the two of us before. “Why don’t you like me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What’s your deal with me? I apologize if I have ever done anything to offend you in any way, or-”

“What are you talking about? I don’t- Why would you think that?”

“I always try to connect with you, but you never seem interested. I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to be friends, we don’t have to just because we hang with the same group of people, but, I don’t know. I really would like that.”

“You always try to connect with me? Like, when? You never talk to me.”

“Well, you won’t even let me try, will you? Like yesterday, when I came over. I sat beside you and you got up and sat on the opposite side. You do that a lot, actually. You always move away from me. I had to leave my book on your place to have an excuse to talk to you.”

“You did that on purpose?” I widen my eyes.

“Okay, I know how that sounds,” he says, putting his hand above his chest like he’s excusing himself. “I’m not a crazy person. I just. Fuck. I think you’re so interesting.”

Jeon Jungkook thinks I’m interesting? No way.

“This is a joke, right?”

“What? No, Tae, of course not.”

“I’m sorry. I just don’t get it. I’m not that interesting, really. Why would you go through all this trouble just to be my friend? Like purposely forgetting your book in my dorm and asking me to come over just to tell me that?”

“To be entirely honest,” he pauses and look me directly in the eyes. I shake a little. “Friends is not exactly what I was going for.”

“What were you going for?” I ask. My breathing is heavy and my heart is racing inside my chest.

He moves closer. Timidly, Jungkook puts his hand on my knee without taking his eyes off my face. I see his look go up and down my mouth, slowly, like he’s making sure I see what he’s doing. Like he’s making sure I’m aware of his intentions.

“This,” he leans towards me, taking his free hand to the curve on my neck, and then he closes his eyes when his lips find mine. It takes me a second to do the same. His tongue slides in as he pulls me closer – so close I can feel his heart beating on my own skin. “Is what I was going for. Is that okay?”

I nod. It’s more than okay.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, dragging his lips across my jawline. “I can’t stop thinking about you since the first day of class.”

“It’s been three months.”

“Well, yeah…” he giggles a little, his face turning red.

“I think you’re pretty too.”

He smiles and pushes me onto the couch, kneeling down with my legs between his and my face leveled with his waist. He unzips his pants as I lift his shirt, kissing the bare skin of his belly, my mind free of anything but him. Jungkook grabs my chin and makes me look up, then arches his back and crushes my lips with a kiss, sitting on my lap. He unbuttons my pants and rolls slowly on top of my cock, knocking all the air out of me.

He falls onto the seat beneath me and the first thing I do is get us out of our pants. I rub my hips over his, feeling his erection under mine, covered in the thin fabric of our boxers. Jungkook spreads his legs and wraps them around my waist, squeezing my ass, and then he pulls the elastic of my boxers to my mid-thighs. I finish taking it off and arch over him. I run the tip of my tongue around one of his nipples and suck it, going down through his amazing abs to the end of his belly. Jungkook's underwear is white and it's transparent on the part that covers the glans because he's all wet. I kiss him above the fabric and I open my mouth, feeling it throb as he pulls my hair lightly. I pull his boxers down and wrap my lips around him, pleased to see the look of pleasure he gives me when that happens. I stop blowing him before he cums.

"Can I lick you here?" I whisper, a little embarrassed, running my finger lightly near his hole.

He squirms at the touch, hiding a smile with a bite on his bottom lip.

“You can do whatever you want with me.”