19

It's not like I was into him or desperate to get this to work out. To say I'm here because I'm forced to is an exaggeration, but not a total lie. Jungkook didn't force me to go on this date, actually when I first told him, he tried to persuade me to wait a little longer and not jump to the first guy that I matched with. But my stubborn brain just thought it'd be a great idea to do exactly that. And technically, Eric wasn't the first guy I matched with. He was the third, although he was the first one to get my attention.

Summary of the date so far? I had to carry most of the conversation. And it's not like that's always worked well. If not at all. At first I tried to put into practice everything I've learned so far, but I was unable to keep the act for too long.

The awkward silence, and the short expression on our faces that show off how uncomfortable we actually feel, are the only things I've been able to highlight from this date. And it's kind of sad, since he seems like a good guy after all, but I'm thankful I'll only see him tonight and move on fast after that.

Not like I'd feel forced to meet up with him again, but knowing I have the deal as a backup to justify why I most probably won't ever talk to him again, makes me feel better about myself and my decision.

—For how long have you been owning Ares? —another question about his dog. This is probably the fifth one.

—Five years —his eyes shine at the mention of his dog—. I don't like to say I own him though.

—He's more like a child to you, I guess.

Eric nods, and fixes one of his curly brunette locks with the palm of his hand before he gives a sip of his wine. And that's how we welcome silence again.

—How many boyfriends have you had?

It's the first personal question he's dared to ask, and I can't believe it had to be exactly that one. I try to think whether to lie or be honest. And clearly I realize I need to lie. But how many boyfriends do I say? Three? One?

Okay. Let's say two, just something in between.

—Two —I take a gulp of wine.

Side note: I also hate wine, but he interrupted me when I was about to say I wanted a beer when the waiter took our order. So it takes me one big effort to hide the disgusted face when the taste of the liquid rests on my tongue.

—And you're twenty six, right? —he lifts one of his eyebrows— Were they long-term?

—Why? —I frown.

—Because just two boyfriends at your age is... not that many. Especially if they were short-term.

I give him a sided smile full of venom. One thing about me is that I can be the shyest person when I'm on neutral ground, but the moment you start to get on my nerves, that shyness vanishes. If there's something bigger than my diffidence, it's probably the pride I think I have.

—Mind you explain yourself?

—Unless you've done hookups and flings —he squints his eyes while curving his lips—, and judging by your attitude it doesn't seem like that's the case, you're probably quite inexperienced —he continues right when I'm about to fight back—. And let's be honest, at this point of my life I don't want to be teaching someone how to do things. I moved on from that when I graduated high school.

Did I say he was a good guy? Never mind, I take it back. He looks like the type of man that doesn't even know where the clit is, and could spend minutes rubbing the palm of his hand against the groin, and still ask her if she enjoyed it.

—Lucky you I was never here to fuck you, then —I fake a smile—. And since we cleared everything, there's no point for me to stay here longer, right? —I stand up and start walking, but I turn back on my tracks shortly after— And next time, let your date choose by herself what she wants to drink and eat. For someone who hates inexperienced girls, you do love control.

I only think about the fact that I left him there alone, and I'm leaving the place without paying my part of the bill, once I leave the restaurant and take my phone out. I battle with myself for a few seconds, while resting my back next to the door of the establishment.

Me: U awake?

And surprisingly, I receive a response faster than expected -I thought he'd be sleeping by now. Jungkook just takes seconds to reply back, and ask me what I'm doing.

Me: Tryin to get a cab

Asshole: Ill pick u up. Send location

I feel bad just thinking I'll be bothering him again, and make him stop here when probably it's not even on his way. But I know how stubborn he is, and probably I'll just end up arguing with him until I give in and send the location anyway.

While waiting with crossed arms, I hear the door of the restaurant opening, but I remain unbothered thinking it could be anyone else. But a male voice makes me turn my gaze back to him.

—Hey —he greets me when my eyes land on him—. I wanted to apologize for what happened back there. I was a douche —he admits.

And I don't feel like shaking my head, and telling him everything it's alright. It's not. And honestly, it's not like I care to hurt his feelings by acknowledging the fact that he was indeed an asshole back there.

—You were —I second—, but I accept your apologies.

He smiles shyly, but silence doesn't last much. Because he's back to speaking before I can turn my back to him again.

—Do you need a ride back home? —Eric suggests— I want to make up for what happened.

—Don't worry.

—It's not a bother for me, seriously —he insists, leaning a bit towards me.

—Shall we go? —a familiar voice interrupts us.

We both turn to him, and I'm surprised to see his eyebrows slightly frowned and his jaw is tense, while his eyes are fixed on me. He doesn't even acknowledge the presence of Eric.

—Yeah —I turn to Eric one last time—. Get back home safe.

—Can I text you again?

—You better not —Jungkook doesn't let me answer, he warns the poor guy before I can open my mouth to speak.

His fingers wrap around my wrist and softly pull from my body, so I start walking again. Just when we are far enough, I whisper:

—You don't even know what he did.

—I don't need to know —he gets off me, his fingers slipping over my skin softly—. But if that shithead did something he needs to make up for, that's enough information.

Once the engine roars under us, I hold onto him and let him take me home. Or so that's where I think we'll go until he drives through a street that takes me a while to recognize. But last time I was here, I was walking in pain because of how drunk I got the previous night.

—I thought you were going to take me home.

—My place was nearer. You can stay the night —he turns his head slightly, so he's able to look at me over his shoulder—. Unless you want me to take you home.

Jungkook doesn't hide the smile on his face when I shake my head, and I'm able to notice he's back at wearing his lip ring by the way it stands out when his lips tense into a grin.

He starts maneuvering to get the motorbike through the ramp to the parking lot, and stops the engine when he places his motorbike in the middle of his parking space.

—Where's the truck? —I question, once I hop off.

—It's Soo's actually —he walks to me—. Well, we share it.

—And what were you doing when I texted you?

—The date made you so nosy all of sudden?

Jungkook is so smooth and used to all of this. He got me caught up on his question and the way he was looking at me, I didn't realize he held my hand to make me walk next to him towards the lift. His touch feels so... strange. Not in a bad way though, just in a way that it made me try to hide a smile as soon as I was aware, and feel disappointment when he lets go of it when we get in the elevator.

—What did he have to make up for? —he asks before we can be in total silence.

—I thought you didn't want to know —I reply back, crossing my arms over my chest.

—I didn't want to make a scene —he supports his back against the wall—. But depending on what he did, I won't hesitate to go back and break his nose.

—I handled it pretty well myself, thank you —but that's not enough, Jungkook keeps his eyes on me, waiting for his answer—. Well... It was nothing. He just said he doesn't want to be teaching his significant other how to do things.

I say that fast, casually and not giving it a second thought, hoping Jungkook just gets by my tone that I'm not affected by it -and so wishing he doesn't get affected by it either. When I look at him, he's curving his lips in disgust, and I've just noticed how the wound in the middle of his lower lip has a darker tone today, opposite to the brush on his cheek that has a lighter tone now.

—Purple looks good on you —I point out.

Although it's true, I'm trying to make him think about something else. Yeah, Eric was an asshole, but that's it. He's acting as if I weren't used to dealing with them constantly. Jungkook looks right through me, knowing perfectly what I'm trying to do.

—You should keep it a little longer.

I don't think the distraction works though. He simply leaves the lift as soon as the doors open when we reach his floor, and only turns to me to invite me to come in. Jungkook doesn't really say a word, and only mouths a silent "Here you have" when he hands me some of his clothes.

I lie next to him on the couch, after I managed to change the dress for some baggy sweat pants and a white t-shirt. Jungkook's still silent, but the way he keeps tilting his head and moving on his seat tells me that's going to change soon.

—I can't believe he really thought he stood a chance with you, to the point of saying that to you —he says out of nowhere.

—I fucking knew you would be on that still —I comment under my breath.

—How could I not? He acted as if he were the big thing, and I'm sure he doesn't even know where his own cock is —he keeps complaining.

—Why do you care so much, anyway? I'm not seeing him again, so why make all this fuss about it?

—He just saw you as a piece of meat to fuck.

—Isn't that what Tinder is for? —I question back confused.

And isn't that what this whole deal is for? It's ironic Jungkook's the one complaining about that, when he's the one that came up with this whole deal just to tick me off his list. I don't say that out loud though, I know what those words would cause, and I've had enough for tonight.

—I'm a virgin, not dumb —I chuckle—. I know what to expect from someone I barely talked to on Tinder, and it's not like I went on that date to find the love of my life. What he said pissed me off, but he apologized. Now, can we move on from this?

He lets out a heavy breath, moving his eyes from me to the TV back again while his fingers tap on his legs. I know he's still pissed about what I told him, but he manages to turn to me slowly, as if he were doing his best to soften his gaze. And it does. And I can't explain how I feel when he looks at me that way, but I can't move my eyes away from his -although I'd love to, because I'm getting more nervous by the minute.

—What? —I finally ask.

Jungkook smiles, and leans a bit closer to me. The flashing lights coming from the TV reflect on his skin, and only mark even more some of his features.

—I'm just looking at you.

—I know, but why?

—Just because —he shrugs.

His eyes move smoothly from mine to my lips, and I don't really know what to do or think right now. It's such a simple action, yet I seem unable to process the way he's looking at me right now.

—Just because? —I try to tease him, but I sound more confused than I'd want to.

I keep thinking all this teasing and flirting will get out of hand at some point. I have the feeling it already is. Just one look of his in my direction is making everything inside of me move in anticipation, and not exactly because of how bad I want to get in his pants. It's a feeling I can't explain nor understand, and I'm not sure I want to.

All those thoughts disappear the moment I feel his lips on mine, moving sensually while one of his hands cups my cheek and the other pulls me closer by my waist. No more thoughts fill my mind right now, just how good his lip ring feels every single time he sucks on my lower lip.

My fingers slide inside the collar of his t-shirt, feeling his warm skin on my digits and making him let out a low groan in consequence.

—I want you so bad —he rustles, when we break the kiss.

I expected something like this to happen the exact moment I sent him the text earlier tonight. But I never imagined we'd be making out on his bed, both half naked, with him lying in between my thighs while my legs spread to welcome him.

His tongue pushes against mine one last, and he breaks the kiss. His breath mixes with mine, while he's resting his forehead against mine. And in that same position, he motions my body so my back is arched for him. His fingers feel soft on my skin when he unhooks my bra. I try to help him to take it off, but he pushes me back on the bed.

—Just relax and enjoy —he places a kiss on my collar bone—. I'll make you feel good.

His warm breath caresses my nipple and the tip of his tongue teases the already hard bud, by making circles around it. He takes his time with it, kissing it, licking it, twirling his tongue around and sucking it in between his lips so it gets painfully hard in his mouth. And Jungkook does the exact same thing with the other one, tempting me and taking me over the edge, causing me to drench my panties and try to grind against him for some relief. But he sticks my hips to the mattress, leaving a peck on my cleavage.

He keeps going down on my body, starting a trail of kisses until he reaches the edge of my panties. He's unbothered by the fabric, and keeps going down. My heart slams against my chest as soon as I'm aware his head is between my thighs, looking at me with a devilish look in his eyes and a dangerous smirk on his face when his fingers tangle on the elastic of my underwear.

—Move your hips up for me.

And I do it. I help him take off the last piece of clothing that was remaining in my body. And I don't get to close my legs and hide from him, because he's right in between me, looking at me with such admiration he really makes me believe he has never seen someone like me before. That look fills me with confidence, and his reassuring strokes on my knees with his thumb ease my body.

—Do you want to stop?

I open my legs a bit wider for him, which makes him smile and bend down in the same position he was before. His lips travel down my right inner thigh, spreading kisses everywhere but where I need him most. And I feel something switch on when his breath finally hits my core directly.

—Eyes on me all the time —he warns me.

He sinks his face in between my legs, making me jump when his mouth starts giving wet kisses around my pussy.

—You're so wet for me —he groans.

He slides his tongue in my slit, tasting my folds with such calmness and slowness it almost feels like torture. And once his tongue finds my clit, I know it'll be over for me. He moves it up and down at first, but as soon as he hears the first moan coming from my mouth, he starts moving it in circles.

One of his fingers find my entrance, just to tease it by adding some pressure to it. But it doesn't take much for him to replace that finger with his own tongue, slowly penetrating me with it.

The moves of his tongue inside of me, making sure he's able to explore every single corner inside of me, combined with the move of his face just to get his nose to rub against my clit is driving me over the edge in a way I never thought it'd be possible. But he always knows how to make it worse, when he opens his eyes and fixes them on mine. Making sure I'm so trapped in him I'm not even aware of the noises drowned in pleasure coming out of my mouth.

I'm not able to stop myself when one of my hands lands on his hair, pushing it back so it doesn't bother him, but also keeping his head in place as my hips grind against it unconsciously.

—Please, make me cum —I beg, with a high pitched tone.

At this point, I don't think I'm in control of what I say or do. I just want him and everything he has to offer.

And Jungkook understands the assignment perfectly fine. His fingers replace his tongue, moving in and out at a fast speed, while his mouth is back on my clit, sucking on it while the tip of his muscle twirls around the bud.

The slurping sound of his mouth, his groans and my moans are an intoxicating combination that gets the best of me, when they're mixed with pleasure. I just let my body get loose when the orgasm hits me and covers my body like a big tsunami, feeling my body tense and arch before it collapses over the mattress.

Jungkook travels up my body again, covering my torso with kisses as he lies next to me. And he looks at me surprised when he sees me kneeling next to him after a few seconds.

We are far from done.

—Don't look at me like that —I smile at him—. It's my turn to make you feel good.

That tiny smirk will be the death of me, when he nods and makes some room in between his legs so I can kneel there.

Although I have no idea where to start, I let myself go, moving my arms over his thighs, up to his crotch -where both of my hands meet again. He doesn't need me to tell him to lift his hips, he already does it as soon as he feels my fingers pulling from his boxers.

I bend over, and I mimic what he did to me just a few minutes ago, kissing his thighs until my mouth reaches his crotch. When I look up to him, Jungkook's eyes are shining with anticipation for what I'm about to do. And that only encourages me to keep going, giving those dry kisses all over his shaft. Licking from the base to the tip, I sense how his thighs tense under my left palm.

His breath turns heavy and loud, letting gasps get through his lips when I move my tongue in circles and wrap my lips around the tip. I take more with every bop of my head on his dick, adding a new inch every single time.

Eyes up on him, and Jungkook's eyebrows are frowning in pleasure with his lips slightly parted. And feeling like I'm finally in control of the situation, I just try sucking faster and harder. I'm suddenly interrupted when he places a hand on my arm and uses a nickname he's never used before.

—Babe, you're gonna suck me raw —he moves my hair away from my face—. Try doing this —he covers his teeth with both his upper and lower lip.

He doesn't move his hand away from my head, and does exactly what I did, keeping my hair away from my face as he guides me back to his cock. I start sucking him off again, but this time following his instructions. Covering my teeth with my lips, I move them up and down his shaft. And the difference is obvious by the way he's trying to hold back those moans.

—Don't be shy —I tease him, while my hand keeps working on his length—. Let me hear you.

He smiles still with his eyes closed, being aware I'm using his words against him. And doesn't hold back when my mouth wraps around him again, sucking faster -and harder whenever I reach his tip.

—Babe, stop —he says, as I feel his cock twitch on my tongue—. Please...

Jungkook's moans become constant, and almost overlap with one another until he suddenly stops, just to let out a raspier and longer moan, with a thick load of salty liquid filling my mouth right after.

I really doubt whether I should spit it out or just swallow it. But all that thinking through is meaningless, when I end up swallowing it either way.

—Come here —he says, eyes still closed, while he extends his arm on the free side of the bed—. This is the hardest I've ever cummed since I met you.

I lie next to him, resting my head on his forearm. With his eyes still closed, and breathing trying to get back to its normal pace, he manages to say:

—Let's sleep.

And only those words make me smile instantly, cuddling next to him as I let my eyelids fall and welcome darkness by themselves.