You were working on organizing your room - it had started out a little bare but Seokjin kept coming home with gifts for you now that you had somewhere to put them. You had scolded him but he just shushed you.
"I'll spoil you if I want baby girl, you don't get to tell me no," he said, walking in with flowers and a shopping bag.
"You don't spoil me," Jungkook pouted.
"What do you want, bun?" Seokjin asked him.
Jungkook blinked.
"My headphones only work in one ear," he said softly.
"Send me a link to the ones you want and I'll order a new pair," Seokjin replied, he set your flowers down and kissed your forehead and smiled at Jungkook and walked out.
Jungkook looked at you.
"That's not the reaction I expected," he said.
You giggled.
You wanted to move your dresser, but it was full now and you couldn't get it to budge more than a couple inches at a time. You were pushing on it anyway, when hands came around you to push next to yours. The dresser moved easily and you glanced up to see Jungkook helping.
"Thank you baby," you told him.
"Sure noona - is this where you want it?"
"A little more - right there!"
You stepped back and looked at it, and when you were pleased you flopped back on your bed with a sigh.
"You know, I didn't mind not having my own room before, but now I never want to go back again," you said, laughing.
"How come?" Jungkook asked, flopping down next to you.
"Not having stuff scattered all over the house mostly. And also this," you said, rolling over to him, hooking a leg over his and pushing up to look down at him. He smiled.
"It's nice, I agree," he said, looking up at you.
"Wanna makeout?" You asked.
He nodded quickly and you smiled, leaning in and kissing him softly. Ten minutes later you had slipped your hand up his shirt and were softly tracing his skin, his firm chest and stomach shivering beneath your touch. He was getting squirmy, his lips hurried against yours, a hand coming tentatively to your lower back. You pulled away and looked down at him, his eyes unfocused and lips red and wet. You smiled and pulled his shirt up and he leaned forward and tugged it off, tossing it away.
You moved to straddle his waist and then leaned back down to kiss him some more, hands braced on his chest, thumbs circling his nipples. He was so sensitive to your touch and you pinched one of the buds, rolling it softly between your thumb and forefinger until he whimpered into your mouth. You just smirked against his lips and pressed your tongue into him.
After a while you trailed your kisses away from his lips to let him breathe, kissing along his sharp jaw and then down his throat. You sucked a few little hickies into his sensitive skin, feeling his pulse racing beneath your fingertips as your hand pressed against his chest. You were kissing his collarbone, moved down his body now, your hips resting against his thigh for better access to his perfect chest, dutifully ignoring the solid outline of his hard cock in his sweats.
His fingers gripped the blanket and he whimpered every time you sucked a little too hard or nipped at his skin, your fingers lightly tracing along his stomach. His eyes were closed, skin flushed, lips parted. He was enjoying himself and you loved making him squirm, your hand sliding over his thigh teasingly closely to his bulge.
