Your face was beet red with the pressure. You were willing your lips to stay absolutely, irrevocably sealed. Thoughts began to rain down in your alcohol addled mind as your hazy stare was focused solely on the way Jungkook’s ass looked in those jeans.

Jungkook, your too-hot-for-you-roommate and the current apple of a certain best friend’s eye, so in short, was off limits to you. Over the past few months you had actually become pretty good friends. You both unspokenly shared chores around the house and you really had no complaints. Your only complaint was that he was so good looking that it hurt, and you were not  allowed to act interested.

He was currently standing slightly on his tip toes, reaching high into the cabinet for a box of cookies you had so sweetly asked him for. You were both half a bottle down, collectively, of the new whisky he had brought home. The room swayed a little as your body relaxed so that your brain could focus on the fine specimen in front of you. You caught the corner of the  counter and righted yourself. Ugh, you just…

“God, I wanna touch them so bad.”

Jungkook startled, hitting the box, which rained down on his head alongside a bag of chips. “What?”

“Just look at you. It’s unfair really.”

You were looking and gesturing towards his ass as if it were going to answer you. His eyes traveled from his own ass to your face. You had a far off look behind your eyes, but all your focus was on his lower half, one  had still grasped the counter for dear life.

“What’s unfair?” He was equally as drunk and amused by your antics. He grabbed the cookies and sat them on the counter in front of you.

“That you look like this.” You gestured dramatically, sweeping your hand out like Vanna White from his head to his toes. “Fucking hard as a rock, looking like a fucking Greek god you fucking marble man.”

He started to laugh the more you rambled. His ears turned red before anything else, but the color was slowly creeping into his cheeks. You were too far gone to even notice.

“Your ass is SO tight. Like, I was just to place my hands on ‘em,” you cupped your hands delicately and placed them on the imaginary ass in front of you, “and hold them like little mochi cakes.”

“Little mochi cakes?!” He was full body laughing now, gripping the opposite edge of the island counter to steady himself. “What else?” He mocked seduction, thinking he was giving you a smolder when, in reality, his eyes were almost closed, and the dumbest smile was across his face.

“I look at it a lot, you know.” A hiccup escaped. “Especially when you wash dishes, fuck dude, you have a nice ass. Oh, oh, oh, especially when you wear those gray sweats.” Chef’s kiss into the air. “But all I can do is LOOK, so that’s what I’ll continue doing.” Your eyes slowly slipped closed as Jungkook’s became more alert and aware that you had quit talking.

“Why is that?” he asked loudly.

You started and looked at him squarely this time.

“Because you’re my roommate and my best friend has a hard on for you.”

“So?”

“Unspoken roommate and friend code. I’d be breaking two too many.”

“You made up those rules,” he stated.

“Yea, but…,” you made to stand and exit the kitchen as fast as possible. You knew this wouldn’t end well for you.

This trip had not entirely been a surprise. Tae had told you to have this long weekend blocked off two weeks ago when you handed in your notice at your now, former, place of employment. You’d had enough of your manager’s bullshit and incompetence so you started your search for a new job. You hadn’t realized how unhealthy the environment had gotten until you found your confidence shaken by the thought of leaving. Maybe this was the best you were going to get. Maybe this was all you were cut out for. Taehyung never gave up on you, though. By some miracle, you found a great situation pretty quickly. You bit the bullet and took the offer. Tae supported you fully, cracking a sweet smile and stroking a playful finger under your chin, “Hey, I’m proud of you.” That was all he said before telling you to back for a trip-- somewhere warm.

“What do you have planned?” you inquired, eyes squinted with a suspicious glance his direction. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He drawled with a dramatic rise of his eyebrows and hands on his hips. You had stared each other down like gunslingers in an old western before his facade cracked and he broke into a goofy grin. “You will love it, Y/N, trust me. Have we ever gone somewhere that wasn’t worth the trip?”

The memory brings a smile to your lips as you continue to just exist in this ridiculously comfortable hammock. You think of his warm smile and bread-like cheeks and feel the urge to squeeze them in person. Where was he, come to think of it? He was supposed to join you a while ago.

You force your eyelids open with a groan. “Tae?...” you whine. “Tae!” you holler again. Rolling your eyes, you struggle out of the hammock and wander off in search of your main squeeze. “I am gonna smack that cute ass for making me get up!”

You shuffle slowly through the small beach house, soaking in the vibe. He had really gone all out with this little rental. Light wood trim and paneling pops against white walls warmed by the golden sunlight. You drag your fingertips over the back of the pillowy sofa, cool to the touch just like the smooth hardwood floor under your feet. This place even smells like pure relaxation: Tae did good work choosing this spot. A hideaway for you both, though you know he doesn’t need seclusion on these adventures.

He loves blending into local life when you travel together. He wants to go to markets and restaurants and festivals; places that are saturated with life, color, and humanity and weave through the crowd with a camera in hand. You are essentially the opposite. You will take a blanket burrito in front of Netflix any night of the week. Tae challenges you in the best way. It never feels like a challenge--it’s an invitation to try new experiences with an open mind.

This beach house is, contrary to his taste, pretty far-removed from the town. A bumpy two-track leads past curvaceous palm trees and opens onto this hidden paradise. The curve of the coastline means you are out of sight of neighbors and the only sounds were the waves and gulls mingling in the sand. Clearly, he chose this quiet spot with you in mind. You knew the reason was mostly so you could get some peace and quiet...though he had whispered in your ear on the bumpy taxi ride, “Just think, we can be as loud as we want out here, babe,” nipping at your earlobe before immediately breaking into a goofy grin. The duality, you thought, rolling your eyes.

You walk through the living room and the open kitchen when you hear some faint music coming from down the hallway. Moving quietly, you approach the beautiful screened-in side porch that faces the curve of the beach.  Head whipping in a double-take, you pause and tip-toe up to the door frame to take in the fucking stunning sight before you.

Taehyung has his back to you, arms folded across his chest, as he glares (you assume) at the easel in front of him. He didn’t have a commission to work on but he never goes anywhere without his paints. The large canvas has been given a base coat of yellow ochre and titanium white blended roughly with a palette knife. You are not staring at his canvas, though. You are definitely staring at him.

Light caramel hair is damp with sweat and pushed away from his face with a worn red bandanna knotted over his ear. It would look comical on anyone else but you swear everything he does is sexy.  Besides, the bandana is doing the service of showcasing his smooth forehead and dark brows. Beads of sweat crawl slowly down his tightened jaw. Just looking at the back of his head and you are warm between your legs. Your eyes continue their feast, taking their time to appreciate broad shoulders and a firm ass. You love that ass. He has been wearing loose linen pants lately and they drape over him perfectly.

You start nibbling at your thumbnail and wonder what school bus full of innocent children you must have rescued in a previous life for the universe to decide you could end up with this guy. He is the kindest fucking soul and a damn beautiful human inside and out. It hits you like a truck, this desire to thank him, to show him how much he means to you. The temperature rises in your body as your mind spins with a variety of scenarios. Slowly and steadily heat that rivals the tropical sun is lit deep in your gut. He is a damn sculpture brought to life. It’s almost rude.

Your reverie is broken and then immediately rekindled as he shifts his pose. He has begun painting again, showing off your favorite features: tan arms and hands. Fuck. Taut muscle flexes beneath the veins of his forearms as he works the brush through brilliant red paint. String bracelets circle his bony wrists and showcase his perfect hands. Those fucking hands. They aren’t just big they are beautiful. Gracefully long fingers grip the brush and control the movement of color across the canvas. Thinking about those fingers makes your pussy clench desperately at just the memory of what they feel like inside you. He has made you cum countless times with those fucking beautiful fingers, each orgasm a masterpiece.

“Aish!” he grumbles and drops the brush and palette on the easel’s tray. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, and throws himself into the wicker chair facing the door. He would see you but his head is thrown back, arms hanging loose on the armrests and his knees spread wide. Corded muscle strains in contrast with the loose fabric he wears.

A quiet sigh sneaks from your lips. You know this particular outburst all too well. Serves you right for dating an artist. He is definitely trying to capture a specific feeling as he paints and it isn’t going the way he wants. He gets critical of himself and needs to walk away for a bit, but needs encouragement to do so. That’s why he has you.

You could be the sweet girlfriend and attend to his mood, but you also can’t help that the heat in your shorts just throttled higher at the sight of his lap spread wide in invitation. You could rub his shoulders and give him words of encouragement. You could do that, but you have another idea.

“Hey, Tae.” you say sweetly from the doorway.

His head pops up and he throws a smile your way. “Hey, baby.” His deep voice crawls through you, two simple words soaking your panties further.

You take slow steps toward him. You aren’t trying to be sexy (though the way his eyes drift south tells you he absolutely finds you sexy anyway) you move slowly so you don’t startle him into changing his position. You want him right where he is.

“What are you up to? I thought you were resting...” he attempts to whisper but his low voice makes it sound like a husky growl.

“I was,” you slowly drop to your knees between his spread legs and drag just the tip of your fingernails over his knees in languid circles, “but I missed you.”

You have a thing for his knees, too. Maybe you just love all of him and want to take time to appreciate every part, inside and out. Eyes locked, he instantly knows what you’re after. Tongue teasing the corner of his mouth, he shakes his hair back and raises an eyebrow at you. You raise one of yours right back as your fingers work their way up his meaty thighs towards the visibly swelling bulge in his pants. That didn’t take long, you chuckle to yourself.

You stare each other down for an unknown amount of time: seconds or minutes you can't tell. You watch his eyes soften as he studies you, visibly relaxing into your touch. Taehyung’s eyes drift over your face, lip catching in his teeth as he studies the curves of your body. It’s impossible not to be affected by his gaze. Not when he looks at you like this, like you’re a masterpiece pulled together from the recesses of his imagination. It is sensual and intimate. You both start breathing a little faster, taking in oxygen to fuel the coiled potential in your muscles. He reaches a beautiful hand towards your face and your eyes close. Fingertips trace your jaw, nose, eyelids--all while you continue to massage his thighs. You gasp as his fingernails tease your throat, a single digit flicking your hair over your shoulder so he can trace your clavicle. He looks like he is coming apart at the seams; his tongue tracing his lip like he wants to taste your arousal in the air.

His thumb drifts over your lower lip and your composure snaps. Enough teasing, enough foreplay—you want, no, you need to taste him. Your tongue darts out and circles his thumb, sucking it into your mouth with a moan. Taehyung looks like he is going to fall apart. Brows furrowed, his mouth hangs open to release soft pants and when you suck harder he fucking growls through clenched teeth. His fingers taste warm and salty just like you know his cock will as soon as you can get it free.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, lightly gripping your jaw in one large hand. “I want to hear you ask, I need to hear you ask, baby.”

You rise up from sitting on your heels and hook your fingers into his waistband, inches from his face, hot breath swirling in a storm between you.

“I need to choke on your cock,” you whisper right in his face. He groans, drawing his knees together to squeeze your hips.

You shift to whisper in his ear, “I want to make you feel good...I want to feel you cum down my throat.” To punctuate your request you bite his bottom lip and pull, letting it go with a snap. He doesn’t let you escape the curve of his lips as he smoothly recaptures your mouth in a kiss that knocks the air out of your lungs. The two of you are making out noisily, messily and without a care in the world. His lips are soft in contrast with the movement of his tongue, exploring your mouth and you both groan. You will not be distracted from your goal, however, so you push forward and press your weight on the heavy erection growing beneath you. 

“Oh fuck.” he breathes out and lifts his hips so you can yank his loose pants down his thighs, thanking the universe that he never wears underwear. His girthy cock slaps his lower stomach and you both groan with pleasure at the sight. 

“Lay back, baby...” you croon, “just relax.”

Time had seemed to stop when you entered the room but now it began to speed out of control. You lunge forward to grip his cock with your right hand as your left claws down his chest. You waste no time dropping your open mouth onto his length.

“Oh my god...” his voice is breathy and strained. He can’t help but let the words flow while your soft lips trap his thick cock in the heat of your mouth. Tae’s senses are overwhelmed at every turn of your wrist and flick of your tongue. The warm breeze swirling around the porch moves in time with your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, spit and precum mixing into a perfect mess over your chin and hands as you work him. The sound, though. The sound is what makes his eyelids flutter. Your hungry moans vibrate through his swollen member and into his pelvis as the waves smash against the shoreline. He feels transported and above all he feels incredibly lucky. This trip is for you but here you are on your knees sucking him senseless.

You open your eyes and moan at the sight. He is a fucking vision of pure sex. The bandana around his forehead is soaked with sweat and he licks a few drops off his upper lip, groaning the whole time. God, you love the way he tastes. The salty tang is uniquely him. Smooth skin slips over your tongue as you bob up and down at an ever-increasing pace. You want him closer. Desperately, you grip his hips with both hands and take more of him into your mouth. You gag as you work your way down his cock, determined to drain him dry and get more sounds out of him and it works.

Grunting and panting, Taehyung is an absolute mess as you swallow around him. “You are so fucking good to me, so sexy...fuck look at you choking on my cock.” The dirty praise flows out of him as your chest swells with love and pride. The whole time you suck his cock, he traces his fingertips over your temples, and through your hair. Those fucking fingers.

You reach between his legs with one hand and cup his balls to heighten his pleasure. His abs tighten and his cock twitches in your mouth as you continue to slurp up and down, circling the base in your other hand. You give good head, he’s praised you for it before (and even dared you to put it on your resume). In this instance, however, you are trying to give him more than that. You want him to feel adored and treasured. You want to thank him for loving you and celebrating you. You want to give him an orgasm that blows his fucking mind and says all the feelings you have a hard time putting into words. He rests his hand over your throat and you moan more, inviting him to grip you and use you like a toy. You know he has it in him, but he doesn’t linger there, giving you one thrilling squeeze before moving on.

He finally works your favorite appendages into your hair. You feel even more of your arousal leak out of you at the thought of his hands on you. You slide off him long enough to mutter, “Oh shit yes, fuck my throat, Tae.” He moans in response and springs into action. Leaning forward in the chair he grabs fistfuls of your hair. It tangles in his rings but you don’t care as you feel his fat cock begin to slam harder into your throat. Your pussy is drenched and you think you could come like this if he lasted long enough. You clench thighs together, desperate to satisfy the heat between your legs. It’s not enough but it doesn’t matter.

This isn’t about you, but you are enjoying yourself nonetheless. You relish the smell of his skin as you breathe through your nose in a desperate attempt for air. He is close and you can feel it. He clenches every muscle—you can feel his ass tightening under your hands—coiling like a spring. Your nails scrape delicately over his hips as you move your fingertips to his balls again, squeezing lightly.

“I’m ugh cumming, fuck!” Tae growls and holds you deep on his dick as his load fires down the back of your spasming throat. You swallow every drop, loving the taste because it's his. He pulls you off and you gasp for air, a smile over your fucked out face. You don’t care about how you must look. You only care about the love of your life looking back at you. Your throat is sore and you surely have a literal cocktail of Taehyung’s essence smeared over the lower half of your face. Tae looks at you, out of breath but very satisfied.

The feeling of the room returns to where it started; waves, breaths and loving gazes. He disrupts the quiet with a laugh and a  groan, throwing his head back and yelling once more before leaning forward to kiss your nose and smooth your hair back down. He holds your face and looks at you gently, dragging his lips over your forehead.