#oytae

It was absolute hell being roommates with Jeon Jungkook, but the rent was cheap and college wasn’t. You thought a few deep breaths would push through the shit he always managed to bring through the front door. You were wrong, and you seemed to find yourself being more wrong as each day passed having to live with Jungkook. 

Rooming with him seemed to be a blessing in disguise and it was, at first. He kept safe distances between the two of you. A quick hello and goodbye were all you ever heard from him. Honestly, you barely saw each other, but by the sixth month, things started to go down hill, at least for you. You figured out that you had a few mutual friends with Jungkook and that meant a lot of parties where you would bump into each other. It was awkward and he rarely looked you in the face when you tried to start a conversation. Eventually, however, he got more comfortable with you, a little too comfortable. 

One night you were on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate watching your favorite movie when Jungkook bust through the front door. You were so startled that you accidentally sloshed the hot beverage on your lap. Hissing, you jumped off the couch and whirled around to scold him, but much to your surprise, his arm was thrown around a girl’s shoulder. He threw you a cheeky smile and you didn’t see him for the rest of the night, but good God, you heard him all night. The worst part was that he didn’t even seem embarrassed at all the next day. In fact, he was rather cocky, wearing a smug grin all day. 

Fast forward four more months, and you’re wondering why you’re still rooming with the bastard. He was loud and obnoxious, never taking in consideration when you had a big exam coming up or had to get to work early. 

In actuality, you knew exactly why you were still living with Jungkook. You had developed a rather annoying attraction to him somewhere along the way. The nagging feeling of it looming over your head was worse than Jungkook’s eating habits, but you couldn’t quite shake them. You were sure that moving out would ease the problem, but the thought of moving hurt your head. It was an endless cycle of what ifs and maybe.

“Noona, I’m going to be out late. Don’t wait up,” Jungkook yelled from his bedroom. You could faintly hear him shuffling around his room, no doubt looking for any stray condoms he had lying around.

“As if I’d ever wait up for you,” you called out, rolling your eyes. You continued to put the other ear ring in, ignoring Jungkook as he popped his head in your room. Expecting a snarky reply, you waited and did a once over at your makeup and hair, but was surprised to hear nothing. A change of the atmosphere made you turn around to face him. 

His bottom lip was stuck between his teeth and he slowly raked his eyes across your body before finally meeting yours. “Who are you all dressed up for, noona?” His voice was low and had a slight tremor to it, prompting you to quirk an eyebrow up. 

“So you’re suddenly interested in my dating life now?” you asked teasingly. You watched as he changed his position, moving his whole body in front of your door frame. Standing there, you finally noticed his attire. He wore a casual, long sleeved sweater cardigan with a white t-shirt underneath. His pants were skin tight, perfectly fitting around his toned legs. It was, of course, all tied together was his Timberlands. The outfit was so Jungkook, but it held a certain air of masculinity that had you subtly rubbing your thighs together. 

He seemed to process his next words carefully. “You have a boyfriend?” His question came out sharp and he visibly winced. The tone of his voice made you cross your arms defensively, but you let him continue. “I mean, when did you start dating?”

You chuckled slightly. “I never stopped dating, but for your information, we’ve been seeing each other for awhile now. You wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but the only reason you continued to see the poor guy was that he was interesting enough to get your mind off Jungkook’s nightly activities.  “He’s quite mature, unlike you. Such a man!”

His left eye twitched and living with him for a year now, you knew all his small quirks. He was annoyed. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m more of a man than you think. You’ve seen all the women I’ve brought home.”

It was your turn to become annoyed. Jungkook’s one night stands never ceased to piss you off. Every morning, a girl in one of his shirts stood in the kitchen making breakfast. The girls had the audacity to look embarrassed after turning around to meet your hard stare, despite fully knowing of your presence the night before. “Man my ass,” you began mockingly, “you’re just a brat.”

“I am a man, noona,” he replied sharply. “You’re only two years older than me. Don’t think a few measly years mean anything about me not being a man.” Jungkook had started to advance toward you, making you subconsciously back up, away from the dresser. 

“You just referred to me as noona,” came your hasty remark. “Of course you’re not a man. You’re a kid and always will be one.” Before Jungkook could say anything else or get any closer, you walked forward and roughly shoved him out of the way.”

“Don’t wait up.”

You got back at exactly 12:39 AM and you were beyond embarrassed. The date went great and seemed to only get better, emphasis on seemed. Things were perfect until you got back to his apartment. There you two were, on the couch swapping spit when you suddenly remembered the intense way Jungkook stared at you hours earlier. It made you choke slightly and you accidentally bit down on your date’s tongue. He immediately pulled away with a wince. After that, you wordlessly grabbed your shoes and left in a hurry, ignoring the protests from behind you. 

So you had arrived back at your apartment in a frenzy and in slamming the front door, you seemed to have come back to your senses. The adrenaline of running away and catching a cab quickly wore off, leaving you mortified and even worse, horny. The reason for leaving came rushing back and smacked you in the face, taunting you. 

You threw your purse on the ground angrily and discarded the shawl around your shoulders. The sound must have woke Jungkook because his door slowly creaked open. 

“You’re back.” His voice was flat and devoid of emotion. “How did it go?”

“How did it go?” you mimicked with a higher tone. “It went awful. As soon as it was getting to the good part and let me tell you, it was the good part. He was the best kisser I’ve ever met. The way his tongue caressed mine and the gentle suck, God! But then, I suddenly remembered the way you looked at me earlier and the way those jeans hugged your thighs. Fuck, I just-” you immediately stopped ranting when you noticed what slipped through your lips last.

Jungkook’s face was a mixture of surprise and amusement. He maneuvered into your line of sight and stood with his head cocked to the side like an innocent puppy, but his face was anything but innocent. “Oh? I thought I was just a boy.” His words were teasing, but you could hear the underlying resentment lacing them. “You shouldn’t be thinking of kids like that. I’m pretty sure that makes you pervert, or worse, a pedophile.”

Your cheeks grew hot in anger. “I’m not a pervert, nor am I a pedophile. Out of the two of us, I think you’re the pervert. I’m not the one bringing people home to fuck almost every night.”

His feigned surprise and held his chest. “I was sure I was keeping a low profile. I didn’t think you knew.” His lips were contorted into a small, but noticeable smirk.

“Oh screw you,” you said hotly. “You know damn well I can hear you fucking. Is it your mission to have the girl screaming her lungs out. It sounds like you murdered someone. I’m positive I saw dents on your wall behind your bed. What the fuck, Jungkook?”

He threw his head back to let out a loud laugh. “Of course you can hear us. I make sure of that. It wouldn’t be fun if you couldn’t. I know it pisses you off. You always wake up in a sour mood.”

That was the last straw. You made a mad dash toward Jungkook and lunged yourself at him, easily knocking him off his feet. You crashed with him to the floor, but he took most of the impact and was too stunned to react. In his vulnerability, you tried to wrap your slender fingers around his neck. You found yourself unable and instead, started to slap his chest. “Jesus, what the fuck is your chest made of?” The slaps seemed to be doing no damage whatsoever, yet you didn’t stop until he caught your wrists in an iron grip.

“What the fuck, woman? Are you trying to kill me?” His voice was uneven and held a tinge of annoyance. “I was just kidding. Well, not really, but take a joke.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to kill you, so would you kindly let go of me?” You were panting by now. You weren’t use to this level of sudden exertion, so it easily drained your energy. 

His grip only seemed to tighten. “I’m in no mood to die. I’m too young for that. Right? So get the fuck off me, noona.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do, you brat.” That comment only seemed to piss him. 

He suddenly jutted his hips up against you, prompting a loud squeak to escape from you. “Are you sure you won’t get up? I don’t seem like much of a brat when your pussy is so close to my cock. You aren’t straddling me like a brat.”

You were taken aback by his nasty words. “What…” you trailed off unsure and you started to get up, but Jungkook quickly placed his hands on either side of your hips and slammed you back down. 

He raised up slightly and leaned so close to your ear that you could feel his wet breath. “Why don’t I show you how much of a man I am, hmm? I’m getting real tired of your constant nagging, so maybe I should shut you up. In fact, I know a perfect way to shut that insufferable mouth of yours.”

Your face grew hot and you tried to stifle the dirty thoughts that danced around your mind, yet it was in vain. You could feel the familiar warmth rush to your womanhood. You paused before speaking, leveling your voice out. “This is not appropriate. Besides, I’m not some warm hole for you to stick your prick in whenever you’re bored with the other one.”

Jungkook moved back to face you with a serious look. “I would never think of you that way, noona. You’re not some warm hole. You’re ___. My ___.”

You jolted back in surprise, at a loss for words for a few seconds. “Don’t think a few sweet words is going to convince me. Anyway, don’t think I’ll let you get away with dropping the honorifics from my name.”

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “I’m not lying, noona. I really like you. In fact,” he paused to lick his lips, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “I stayed home because I couldn’t get the image of you in this red dress out of my mind. It’s all I thought about. The way it deliciously curves around you, fitting tightly in all the right places. Fuck, I jacked off to the thought of ripping it off and devouring you whole at least three times. The things I would do to you.” His eyes flashed dangerously at the cleavage inches from his face. 

You could only gape at the younger boy beneath you. The wetness in your core seemed to be escaping your lace panties and you involuntarily tried to close your legs, finding yourself unable.

Immediately feeling your legs tighten around him, he rolled his hips upward. You felt the obvious bulge in his pants rub against you. “I would take you in so many different ways, each one getting deeper inside of you. My cock would fill you so well. You wouldn’t be able to remember your own name after I was done with you.” He let his head drop back slightly with a groan. “God, it’s so painful in these jeans. Noona, it really hurts. Please help me.” He began to continuously grind himself against your aching core. 

Finally feeling your resolve break, you gave in to the desire. “You’re such a needy brat. What do you want noona to do for you? Hmm? You think I’ll do it for free? You have to do something for me first.” You lazily met his grinding with your own. “Come on, what do you want?”

His eyes widened slightly, surprised you didn’t just walk away, but quickly shook it off. “I want to fuck you. I want my cock so deep in your pussy that you won’t be able to walk for the next week. I want to please you, whatever you want from me.”

The last words created a wildfire in the pit of your stomach and you immediately lifted yourself from his lap. Jungkook’s whines echoed throughout the house.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean that. Please-” but his words quickly died out when he saw what you were doing. You had moved from outside Jungkook’s doorway and walked in, all the while unzipping your sleek red dress, letting it sink to the floor in a pile.

You slowly laid out on the edge of his bed, facing Jungkook that was still outside the door. You opened your legs, seductively inviting him to join you. “Noona is waiting. Hurry up and make her feel good.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, as he quickly made his way to you and dropped to his knees, eye level with your drenched panties. He reached out, but paused before he could touch you, looking up at you like a lost puppy he asked, “may I?” The simple action caused a new wave of arousal to rush to your pussy.

“Yes, baby,” you cooed almost gently. “Touch me, make me cum with your hands and mouth.” You leaned back, but not too far to not see Jungkook. He yanked at your panties, indicating for you to lean up, but you clicked your tongue. “No, no, take them off with your teeth.”

He dropped his hands and leaned upward to take the band of your underwear in his teeth. You lifted your ass off the bed enough to let him slide the undergarment off. As soon as they hit the ground his eyes were back on your now bare pussy. “What a beautiful cunt,” he marveled. 

You reached down and pulled your lips apart, modesty long forgotten. “Take your pants off and touch yourself as you eat me out.” Jungkook let out a throaty moan and quickly began to discard his jeans and boxers. 

Dropping back on his knees, he wasted no time in stuffing his face in your pussy. You threw your head back at the sudden sensation. He licked all along your slit, gathering your essence, before moving his mouth to wrap around your clit, giving it a few glorious suckles. He pulled back and smacked his lips, eyeing you darkly. “Fuck, you taste better than I imagined. I could eat you eat forever.”

You watched as he reached two fingers to your hole and gathered the wetness around. Lust and excitement shut throughout your whole body when you saw what he was going to do. He moved the fingers to his cock and slowly began rubbing himself. It was such an erotic scene all you could do was watch, licking your lips ever so often. 

He let a few shaky breaths before he latched himself back on your sensitive bud. He rolled his tongue around it, careful to not be too rough, but not too gentle either. While rubbing his cock he groaned and the vibrations shot across your pussy.

“Hurry and use your fingers,” you moaned. You were grinding yourself against his mouth. “Stop toying with me.” You hated to be teased, yet it seemed to raise the heat in your stomach when it was Jungkook. 

Jungkook easily plunged his middle finger into your hole, thrusting it a few times before adding another. His fingers worked at different angles to find that right spot.

“Ah, right there, baby,” you said breathlessly. “Keep doing that. You’re doing so well. If you make me cum I’ll reward you. Noona will let you fuck her tight cunt. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His fingers quickened their pace, easily finding that spot. He hummed against you, inciting a loud groan to escape your lips. His fingers were working so vigorously that you were sure they were cramping by now. 

You painfully grabbed Jungkook’s brunette hair and pushed his head even closer to your pussy. His nose was scraping against you. You clenched your thighs around his head and muffled a scream as you came. Your walls tightened around his fingers. “I’m cumming, fuck! Ah, fuck, fuck.” Profanities continued to spew out of your mouth as you came down from your high. 

Jungkook didn’t remove his mouth until you finished. He hurriedly began to lick up your cum, not letting a drop go to waste. “God, you taste so fucking good. I could live off his.” He emphasized his words by smacking his lips together. 

Without thinking, you leaned up to grab Jungkook by his shirt and pulled him toward you. Your lips collided harshly and it didn’t take long for him to register the kiss and return it. You instantly tasted yourself on his lips and moaned in appreciation. The same time his tongue slipped into your mouth one of his hands reached around your back to skillfully unhook your bra. The action made you chuckle slightly. Even the most seasoned person could have trouble unclasping those. Letting the lace bra fall between you, his large hand snaked up to roughly grasp it. His hand kneaded it before rolling the perky nipple.

You broke the kiss first, silently gasping for air. “Am I a better kisser than that guy?”

Your eyebrow disappeared in your bangs at the innocent question. “Perhaps, but you could be trained a bit more.” You didn’t wait for a reply and quickly moved to the side to push Jungkook onto the soft bed. He landed with a surprised gasp and an even more surprised gasp when you straddled once him again. Your wet cunt hovered over his hard cock. While you hated to be teased you didn’t mind teasing of your own. In fact, you relished in a rather submissive partner, although you wouldn’t mind being put in your place occasionally. 

Raising yourself slightly, you began to slowly rub yourself along his cock. It was hard and you could feel the heat radiating from it. “Do you want me to put it? Does your cock want to be in noona’s wet cunt? It’s so tight and soft. It’s just waiting to be filled, but you have to beg. Can you beg like a good boy?”

He wasted no time in begging. “Please let me fuck you. I’ll make you feel so good. I promise. Let me fuck your cunt. Please, noona. Let me put my cock in you. It’s so hard that it’s painful.” 

You smiled at him. “Take your shirt off, baby.” Your voice was soft and barely above a whisper. You raised away from him so he could lift his shirt off, tossing it to the ground while maintaining eye contact with you. His eyes were blown out with lust, you were positive your eyes mirrored his. 

Finally, seeing his completely nude body in the flesh you marveled at it. Despite being a freshman, he was bulkier than most seniors. His shoulders were wide and his chiseled chest gleamed with a thin sheet of sweat. Your eyes dropped to his cock. It was long and thick, a few veins of various sizes ran alongside it. He was a mouthwatering man- no, a god. Fuck, he was entirely something else. 

Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you leaned up, arm painfully stretched out to open Jungkook’s drawer. You easily found a condom and raised it to your mouth to rip the wrapper open with your teeth. Scooting your hips back, you expertly rolled the rubber onto his cock. Without a moment’s notice, you lifted yourself up and slowly sank onto his cock. You’ve been with your fair share of men, but it’s been awhile since you’ve been with one of his caliber. The stretch created a slow burn between your legs, but you welcomed it. 

After completing wrapping your cunt around his cock, Jungkook let out a low groan. “Fuck, you feel so good, noona. It’s so tight and warm. P- please move.” He softly lifted his hips up, creating a short burst of pleasure to run down your spine.

“Patience is a virtue, baby,” you said teasing, but you wasted no time in lifting your hips up and slamming down so hard you heard the slap of skin meeting. It was a delicious feeling, with a small wave of pain. You barely registered it. 

“Faster, noona, faster,” Jungkook whined. 

“Are you going to make me do all the work?” you asked, slyly rotating your hips in a clockwise direction. “I’m getting rather tired.”

No sooner after, did Jungkook roughly grab your hips to start thrusting into you. He lifted you with ease and brought you down so quick you could barely keep up. His thrusts were hard and rough, not sparing you a chance to regain your breath. He expertly changed his angle to thrust in even deeper.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you moaned loudly. “Yes, yes, that feels so fucking good. Your cock is filling me all the way up. Can you go faster?”

And faster he went, and impossibly deeper. “Noona, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. God, I’m going to cum soon. So fucking soon.” He had leaned up where both your chests were touching. His face was in the crook of your neck, repeatedly groaning as he pounded into you. For awhile, the only noise heard throughout the entire apartment was the sound of skin rapidly slapping together, accompanied with sudden groans and moans.

Suddenly, he slammed so hard into you that you were sure you saw stars, back arching, you clenched around his cock and came. You cried out, wrapping your arms around his back to painfully leave scratch marks. You swear you blacked out for a few seconds. 

You tried catching your breath, Jungkook still furiously pounding into your sore core. Dear God, how much stamina does this kid have? He’s going at it like a rabbit. Luckily, his orgasm followed soon after. You let your head rest on his shoulder as he came. His cock pulsated and he stilled inside you, letting the hard orgasm over take him. 

After catching your breath, Jungkook slowly pulled his soft member from your sensitive core. You fell down on the bed, taking him with you. You lay comfortably in his arms. His hand rubbed your shoulder in a relaxing manner. 

“That was,” he paused, still catching his breath, “the best sex I’ve ever had.”

You leaned up, propping up on your elbow to look at him. “Don’t try to sweet talk me.”

He jumped up quickly, almost hitting you in the head. “I’m not, noona. I really, really, really enjoyed it and you.” He didn’t wait for you to reply. “You know, they say sex with the person you like is a million times better than one night stands. And let me tell you, I can’t get enough of your pussy.” He was wrapped around your waist, tightly squeezing you. The scene was almost comical.

“Oh Kookie, was that your way of confessing to me?” you asked teasingly.

He perked his head up, strangely like a dog would when being called for food. “Yeah. Did it work?”

You smiled at it, but your words soon betrayed your appearance. “No. Now get off me, you dumb dog.” You quickly shoved him off and made your way to his bathroom. Leaning halfway out the door with a playful smirk you asked, “Are you coming or do I have to shower alone?” 

He quickly hopped off the bed and bounced toward you with a grin.

It took a lot to rile you up or for someone to get under your skin. You prided yourself on being level headed and calm in the most awkward of situations. However, being compared to your older brother was an insult you didn’t take lightly.

“Yoongi-oppa has come so far. ___-unni, aren’t you jealous of how amazing your brother is?”

The slight twitch of your eyebrow and clenching of your jaw were definite warning signs that you were anything but jealous.You jealous? For what? The idol life was harsh and draining. Idols had little to no privacy and barely any time to themselves. You’d choose to be a university student any day of the week. But being an idol did have its perks. You were a first-hand witness to that.

The abrupt rapping noise at your door startled you from your thoughts. “___, I won’t knock again. If you don’t get your ass down here right now I’m taking the lock off your door.”

You simply rolled your eyes and hopped off your bed. Quickly grabbing an oversized sweater, you made your way to the stairs. Your gaze wandered to a family portrait. You were none too surprised to see your older brother in the spotlight. With a quiet scoff, you reach the crowding of people in the kitchen.

“This is honestly unnecessary. I don’t need to celebrate something as trivial as this.” Your eyes scanned the intruders. Of course, none of your actual friends were in sight. That would only inconvenience Yoongi and the other members.

There was an awkward silence until someone coughed. “Ahem, well happy birthday, ___-ah!” It was Jimin that tried to break the tension.

Unable to stay annoyed at the smiling man, you sighed, defeated. “Thank you Jiminie-oppa.” You turned to look at the cake that was decorated with simple designs. “So are we all just going to stand here or are we going to eat some cake?” You tried to sound enthusiastic and everyone bought it enough to begin passing pieces out. Despite its looks, the cake tasted very good. No doubt Seokjin made the cake from scratch and the thought brought a smile to your face.

Hoseok and Jungkook casually walked up to you with bright faces. Hoseok extended his hand that held a small envelope. “This is from Kookie and me. We hope you like it.”

You took the gift and gingerly began opening it. It was tickets to a spa retreat. Eight to be exact and that made you suspicious. “Thank you,” you said politely.

Yoongi gave you quite a bit of cash, while Namjoon and Jimin gifted you with a laptop. Seokjin was gracious enough to get you this shirt you’ve been dying to have. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the presents, but what caught your attention the most was Taehyung’s present. It was a handmade coupon booklet. The cover read: Fill these with whatever you like and I’ll do it. It held ten blank pages.

Unlike the others, Taehyung pulled you into a warm hug. “Happy birthday, ___-ah! I hope you enjoy my present!” Of course, you liked the gift. It was rather cute,  but with someone so like Taehyung, this gift was so unlike him. Truthfully, you expected something Gucci related.

“I’ll definitely put it to great use,” you replied gasping a little. He was still hugging you and his grip only seemed to tighten with every passing moment. Tapping his shoulder a little, he finally relented and let go. His gaze lingered longer than it should’ve and it left you knitting your eyebrows together the entire night.

Happy birthday, ___!

You were fuming by the time you and seven others boarded the bullet train. You knew those tickets were too good to be true. Of course, Yoongi and the rest of the goons would tag along. You had already been an adult for one year, but Yoongi insisted that you needed parental guidance. You both knew that the boys could barely take care of themselves. This was just him being a stupid, protective brother. 

“That scowl on your face won’t change anything,” Yoongi said leaning toward your ear. “Stop being dramatic and enjoy this free trip.”

You huffed while continuing to gaze at the rapidly changing scenery. You would’ve enjoyed it, but the windshield laugh coming from Seokjin only darkened your mood. “I would, but I have no friends in sight.” You glanced at your watch and sighed. You were going to be late and miss most of the sessions. Damn it. This was all Hoseok’s fault. He just couldn’t decide on what headband to bring. 

“I thought we were your friends,” Jungkook said tilting his head to the side.

You ignored Jungkook’s remark and continued to rant. “I’ll be all alone in the hot springs and my room. I get lonely!” Everyone knew that was a lie. You much rather spend your free time alone reading a book, but you wanted to complain about something. “I want friends I can spend time with.”

A couple beats of silence passed before anyone spoke. “Have one of us room with you,” Namjoon suggested innocently. “I’m sure none of us would mind.”

You felt heat rush toward your cheeks and before you could object Yoongi interrupted you. “That sounds great. Problem solved.”

“Wait just a minute,” you tried again, but everyone began talking over you.

“So who’s going to room with ___-ah? Seokjin asked. “I wouldn’t mind keeping her company.”

Hoseok surged forward with a bright smile. “Let’s play rock-paper-scissors to determine who gets to room with ___-ah.”

Immediately seven hands flashed out in a blur. “Awe, I lost,” Jimin whined. Next was Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin. It was finally down to Jungkook and Taehyung. Everyone held their breaths, yours included, when they began the last round.

The building was very modern, despite its location on a mountain. The air was refreshing, unlike the cities you’ve been to. Despite everything, you were glad to be here. This little vacation was long overdue, especially from all the studying you had to do not too long ago. The exam to get into a prestige university was nerve wracking, but you managed to pass with flying colors. 

You smiled, letting the cool breeze whisk around you, playfully grabbing at your hair. Without a second glance to the boys, you grabbed your suitcase and walked straight in.

“Hello, miss,” a worker said bowing. “How can I help you?”

You quickly grabbed your ticket and handed it to him. “There will be seven others with me, all boys.” You flinched as you said the last part. It sounded horrible out loud, but the worker paid no mind and simply smiled while taking your ticket.

“Is there any specific rooming you’d like?” he asked politely. This guy must think you’re a sex crazed pervert to be lounging with seven guys.

“Uh-” you were cut off by Yoongi and the others.

You stepped back as your brother began pointing to the roommates. The worker started tapping things into his computer, all the while nodding. Namjoon and Hoseok. Jimin and Seokjin. Yoongi and Taehyung. And that left you with Jungkook.

Before Jungkook could even get close to the key, you snatched it from Yoongi’s hand and made your way to the room. Scratching the back of his neck with a nervous laugh, Jungkook followed closely behind you.

The room was spacious and had a beautiful interior. The futons were already laid out and you didn’t hesitate to throw yourself on it. It was soft and inviting.

“___-ah, don’t you think you should take a bath first?” Jungkook asked suddenly. “I’m sure you’d feel a lot better.”

“I’d feel a lot better if one of my friends were here,” you replied harshly. You didn’t want to hurt Jungkook. He meant no harm, but the whole situation irked you. So you decided to take it out on the poor boy. “I can understand Yoongi tagging along, but why all of you? God, this is so annoying.” You were starting to sound like a brat.

You heard him shuffle his feet. “I’m really sorry. It was Yoongi’s idea that we should come. We haven’t had a break in awhile and he said it would be good for us.” You immediately felt bad and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” you began sheepishly. You always forget that the idol life is taxing. You slowly stood up and faced Jungkook. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just frustrated.” You paused for a moment to see a smile break across his face. “You guys deserve to relax as well. I’m not the only one working hard.”

A knock suddenly interrupted the conversation. “The next treatment starts in ten minutes. Hurry up and get changed.” It was Yoongi and he sounded annoyed, as usual.

You made your way to the closet and grabbed two robes, tossing one to Jungkook. He stared at you innocently, making you sigh. “Are you going to stand there and watch me change or will you turn around?” You turned around without hearing his response and started to change. Before you could even lift your sweater off you heard a quiet squeak and the creak of the floorboards. The action made you laugh.

After you both finished changing you made your way to the room marked: Relaxation. Turning around you saw Jungkook nowhere in sight and chuckled to yourself. So much for keeping me company. Pushing the door open you were met with a comfy looking spot for you to lay down on. You quickly took off your robe and took your place on the bed, covering all the essentials with the thin sheet provided. After a few minutes passed a female masseuse came in and began giving you the best massage of your life. You were in pure bliss the entire time, softly moaning each time she worked a knot out. 

You barely registered that your massage was over when you were gently pulled from your sleep. You quickly shot up and glanced around your surroundings, dazed. Your sudden actions startled the masseuse and she lept back slightly. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I accidentally fell asleep.” You quickly wiped the drool from your chin and grabbed your robe to wrap around you.

The masseuse simply smiled and reassured you that almost everyone fell asleep during the sessions. “Well since you arrived late the other sessions are already over, so you should go take a relaxing bath in the hot springs and be on time for tomorrow.” She smiled and pointed toward the door to exit. You bowed your head and walked out the door.

The walk to the springs was short and you had no trouble navigating your way there. Entering the changing room, you quickly discarded your robe in the clothing bin and opened the door to the open air. It was warm and inviting, and you wasted no time getting wash off so you could enjoy the bath. After you rinsed off you inched toward the water. The seconds your toes touched the water you let out a content moan. Slowly sinking in, you tilt your head back and smiled to yourself.

After a few minutes passed you finally noticed you were the only one in the bath, which was to be expected. It was fairly late, but you weren’t complaining. You rather enjoyed solitude, especially to gather your thoughts. This whole trip wasn’t something you wanted after finding out who you had to go with, but dipping into the hot springs completely kicked those thoughts to the curb. You were happy that Yoongi forced you to come. Not that you’d ever admit that.

Suddenly, the sliding of a door snapped your head upright. You narrowed your eyes to try and see through the steam but could only make out a silhouette. The figure was rather tall and bulky to be a woman, but every woman was built differently. Finally, the person came into view and you gasped, covering yourself.

“Tae-oppa,” you began slowly, “is there any reason you’re in the woman’s bath?” You watch as his body went rigid and his eyes finally seemed to find yours. “Fuck,” he said. He grabbed the towel at his waist and gripped it tight. Surprising you, he crept forward. “This is the worst time for this to happen.” He was mumbling to himself.

“I should leave,” you tried, but the sentence was lodged in your throat as soon as Taehyung got close enough to really see him. His gaze was hard and unbashful as he stared at your nude form that rippled beneath the water. He was unusually quiet and it sent shivers down your spine.

Against your better judgment, you began to rake your eyes across his bare chest. It was surprisingly broad and it oozed masculinity. You gasped when you finally noticed the budge from his towel. It was on full display and Taehyung seemed to have no shame in you discovering it.

“I think I should go,” you squeaked out. You hurriedly fumbled for your towel and started to wrap it around you, but before you could scurry off he caught your arm. You whipped your head around to meet his gaze.

“You can stay,” he said in a low tone. His voice was already deep and it caught you off guard with its unusual gruffness. Without waiting for your answer he dragged you back to the bath and gently pushed you forward. He dropped his towel and eased himself into the water, watching you the whole time.

You made a silent scream in the back of your throat and awkwardly untwisted your towel, all the while trying to cover your body. You slowly lowered yourself into the water.

His eyes were on you the entire time, even as you shuffled away from him. It was unnerving and made you oddly shy. Well of course! You’re naked in a bath with fucking Taehyung. Who wouldn’t be nervous?

You stared down through the water at your hands, not daring to look up. It felt incredibly hot around you and the air seemed heavier than possible.

The water splashed around you and your head immediately snapped up. You watched as Taehyung made his way over to you. He glided gracefully though the water and stopped inches in front of you. You had to crane your neck to maintain eye contact. You watched as he slipped his tongue out to lick his lips. Jesus Christ.

“God, you look so hot right now. Taehyung said suddenly. “Your face looks so good next to my cock.” Your eyes snapped down to see that your face was indeed mere inches away from his throbbing member. It stood proudly against his faint abs.

He suddenly grasped his cock and slowly began moving his hand up and down. The movement was slow and lazy, but it was enough to demand your attention. It wasn’t too long, but it was thick and a lone vein ran along the underside of it. You involuntarily licked your lips in anticipation.

“Fuck, don’t don’t do that,” he moaned. His pace quickened, but only for a moment before he stopped completely. “This is all your fault. I was looking for Jungkook when I passed by your massage room and all I could hear were your quiet moans.”

“It- it wasn’t my fault that the massage felt so good.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He gripped his cock tighter. “I bet I could make you feel so good. My cock could pound that pussy of yours. In fact,” he stopped stroking himself, “why don’t you show me that pussy right now?”

Your mouth gaped open slightly. “But that’s wrong, this is wrong. Yoongi is one of your best friends. You’re an idol for God’s sake. What if someone were to walk in?” You were a blubbering mess by then. “You can’t ruin your image.”

Taehyung laughed quietly and he brushed his thumb across my cheek. “I’m only human and I have needs.” His gaze darkened significantly. “I’m sure anyone can understand that. Right, ___-ah? So will you touch yourself for me?”

You were taken aback by him. The Taehyung you knew was so sweet and always smiling. Most of the things that came out of his mouth were utter nonsense, but here he was, asking you to masturbate in front of him. It made you wonder if the seemingly naive Taehyung was only a facade to hide something darker.

Despite all the warning signs, you shakily eased yourself out of the bath and sat on the edge. Your hand began to snake its way toward your most private area before Taehyung stopped you.

“No, let me really watch you.” His voice was almost a whine. “Open your legs and let me see your pretty pussy.”

His words immediately shot to your core, bringing a familiar warmth. You were no stranger to masturbating, but an onlooker was something completely foreign. Voyeurism wasn’t something you ever thought about, but nonetheless, you opened your legs and sensually began rubbing yourself. Pulling back the hood, you easily found your clit. The pads of your fingers made figure eights onto the sensitive bud. The sensation made you shudder.

Your eyes never left Taehyung as you continued the ministrations. The gaze you received from him only spurred you on. You became less bashful and felt more relaxed. One finger finally found itself surrounded by your warm heat and you moaned quietly, thrusting it quickly.

“That’s it,” Taehyung cooed while rubbing his cock. “Keeping doing that, baby girl. God, I knew your pussy would be pretty and pink. I fucking knew it. I think you can add another finger.” His hand began to pump himself harder, and his breath became more shallow.

You quickly added another finger and shuddered at the fire building in the pit of your stomach. It was unbelievably hot and Taehyung’s words were music to your ears. You were sure you could get off simply by his dirty talk. “I’m going to cum soon.” Your voice was shaky. You closed your eyes and pumped faster, awaiting your release, it never came.

Taehyung had suddenly ripped your fingers from your pussy and raised them to his mouth, licking off your juices. He moaned. “Fuck, you taste so sweet. Let me eat you out, baby. I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll have you a shaking mess.”

You simply nodded your head and leaned back to rest on your elbows, carefully watching as Taehyung lowered himself between your thighs. He wasted no time and immediately lapped up the juices from your hole. His tongue then wrapped around your clit. The sudden sensation made you throw you head back with a moan.

“Yes, Tae-oppa, keep doing that,” you said breathlessly. “Don’t stop.” You looked back to see him staring at you with blown out pupils. The lust was unmistakable and you were sure you mirrored him.

Again, you were at the height, about to fall off when Taehyung removed his mouth. You groaned in frustration. This was the second time he denied your release. “Please, Tae-oppa.”

“Please what?” he asked with a relaxed tone. He leaned back down but kept his eyes on yours. “Tell me what you want. You’ve got to be exact. I’ve never been good at following directions.”

“Please eat me out,” you whined. “Fuck me with your fingers. Just anything. I need to come.” You were a whimpering mess by then, and Taehyung seemed satisfied with the slow torture. 

He smirked. “As you wish.” His mouth latched itself onto your clit and two fingers slowly eased themselves inside of you. There was a slight burn, but nothing you couldn’t handle. “Fuck, you’re still a virgin,” but Taehyung was quick to add, “of course, your Yoongi’s little sister.” He chuckled to himself and started to thrust his fingers at different angles, trying to find that certain spot. After a few moments, he knew he found it when you let out a long, throaty moan. He quickly adjusted his angle and began to thrust in that direction. The pleasure hit you in waves and you latched onto Taehyung’s wrist to steady yourself.

The other hand that was free raised up and roughly grabbed one of your breasts. His long, slender fingers kneaded the soft skin. “Your boobs are so gorgeous. I’m really a boob type of guy.” The comment made you laugh, but it was cut short by Taehyung’s sudden angle change.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you repeated feverishly like a mantra. Your walls clamped themselves around Taehyung’s long fingers and he stilled himself to let you ride out your orgasm. You tried to stifle your moans by cupping a hand around your mouth.

“That’s it, baby girl,“ he said quietly. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous when you cum. Your face looks amazing.” Taehyung was completely enraptured by the way your face contorted in pleasure. His fingers slowly slid out with a wet noise and he wasted no time in cleaning them. “God, I could get high from the way you taste.”

You slouched backward, still panting. You gazed at him with half-lidded eyes and you saw he was still hard. Did he not cum? “Tae-oppa, you didn’t get to cum.” His cock was hard and red, throbbing angrily at you.

Suddenly, Taehyung looked sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s fine. I can deal with this myself.”

You felt bad that he didn’t get to cum and could see the pain etched on his face. Despite the fatigue, you knew you couldn’t leave him like that. He looked like a kicked puppy. In the most seductive voice you could muster, you purred, “Baby, let me help you with that.”

His eyes immediately snapped to your pussy and you felt a rush of excitement. “Are you-” you interrupted him by grabbing his cock. It was so hot in your hand and you couldn’t help but tighten your grip around it. He let out a small gasp and you smirked to yourself.

Getting up, you grabbed Taehyung’s shoulder and indicated for him to get out of the bath. He eagerly followed your instructions. “Lay down.”

His eyebrow immediately rose into his hair line. “Why?”

Without answering him you roughly shoved him down. As he lay back you saw his cock bounce against his stomach. You slowly slide over Taehyung to straddle him, his cock dangerously close to your heat. You pressed your palms against his chest and began to teasing rub your pussy with his cock. Taehyung growled and harshly grabbed your hips. You were sure there’d be marks there tomorrow.

“I’ve always liked you, ___-ah,” Taehyung confessed suddenly. His cheeks grew red and he looked away for a moment. “I know this is a sleazy time to confess, but I can’t help myself. You were always off limits because you were Yoongi’s little sister and I wasn’t sure how to approach you.” He was flustered by now and you longed stopped grinding against him. “You may not know it, but your personality is really similar to his and it was hard to talk to you. You’re honestly the female version of Yoongi. God, I’m so embarrassed now.”

You threw your head back and laughed. “I know.”

“Huh?” he asked astonished. “How did you know?”

You shrugged, “One day I was heading toward the studio to deliver some headphones to Yoongi and I heard you talking to Jimin about me.” You leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Did you really like that dress I wore to the awards ceremony? So much you wanted to rip it off me? You’re a naughty boy, Tae-oppa.”

Taehung became oddly quiet and his eyes were now hooded by his blonde hair. His grip lessened around you. You suddenly became nervous. Shit, you shouldn’t have told him that. That was totally out of line.

Without warning Taehyung flipped you over and capture both your wrists in his hand. His eyes made you shrink back slightly. They were dark and unrelentingly. “Oh, ___-ah, you’re a nosy little brat aren’t you. Do you know what nosy brats deserve?” His grip around your wrists tightened almost painfully. “They deserve to be punished. I’m going to punish this naughty cunt of yours. Do you understand me?”

You could only nod your head and that’s all Taehyung needed. His lips quickly wrapped around a perky nipple, and he rolled it around his tongue. The feeling was completely foreign and it made you cry out slightly.

Using his other free hand, he gripped his cock and held it at your dripping entrance, teasing you by rubbing it up and down. You thrashed in his hold and that only seemed to piss him off. “Tsk tsk, ___, if you keep being naughty I’m going to make you regret it.”

You gulped, noticing Taehyung had completely dropped the suffix from your name. “I- I understand. I’ll be good,” your voice wavered, “Sir.” You weren’t sure why you said that, but it seemed to rush out of your mouth and Taehyung’s face lit up.

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “That’s right, ___. I’m your Master. If you don’t call me correctly I’ll punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. You’re my Master,” you said breathlessly. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Then why don’t you open up these legs more so I can fuck this cunt of yours properly?” His words were said softly, yet his eyes only seemed to darken.

You did as he said and opened your legs as far as they could go.

“Ah, that’s a good girl.” Still holding his cock he slowly entered you. There were sudden bursts of discomfort and pain, but you simply gritted your teeth. After he was fully sheathed inside of you, he paused and rested his forehead against yours. Relaxing his features he asked, “are you alright?”

Your heart thumped erratically in your chest. Despite everything, this was still the sweet Taehyung you practically grew up with. He valued your comfort over his pleasure. “Y- yes. You can keep going.”

Sighing in relieve he began rocking his hips back and forth at a slow pace. “Tell me whenever you’re ready for more.” You leaned back slightly to really look at him. His eyes were closed, trying to maintain his control. Yet, his face held unmistakable pleasure. It was etched on there. You saw blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face.

Feeling comfortable and oddly arrogant, you tightened yourself around Taehyung’s cock. His eyes snapped open in surprise. “Don’t tell me this is the best you can do.” Your tone was mocking.

“God, I’m going to have you on your hands and knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock one day,” he groaned out. “That mouth could be put to good use.” He quickly snapped his hips upward and you let out a surprised moan. He found your spot immediately and wasted no time in drilling into you. “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight. Your pussy feels amazing around my cock.” His thrusts were at first sharp and calculated, but they soon became sloppy. He was a man searching for his release.

He had long let go of your wrists and roughly gripped your hips so he could lift you to meet his thrusts. Your arms were snaked around his neck, hanging on for dear life, as he pounded into you. “Faster, faster,” you chanted. Sir, I’m about to come.”

His thrusts became faster and deeper. “Where do you want me to cum?” he choked out.

“In- in my mouth,” you barely managed to say.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty slut.” The derogatory word made you tighten around him slightly. His hand snaked down to vigorously rub your clit. “Do you want my cum in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” you cried out. “I want your cum in my mouth, Sir.” You were full out begging. Suddenly, your legs spasmed and your walls clenched painfully around Taehyung’s thick cock. He stilled himself as you came down from euphoria.

After you finished your high, Taehyung thrust himself in you a few more times and quickly slipped out of you. His hand roughly began pumping himself and before he released everywhere, you lowered your mouth to catch his salty semen. It had a surprisingly bitter aftertaste, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

You immediately slumped onto the ground, your head resting on the floor. Taehyung soon followed after, making himself comfortable by sprawling across you. Your shaky breaths were the only noise for a few moments before you caught your breath.

Almost hesitantly, Taehyung hovered over you and planted a place kiss on your lips. They were lush and soft. Before he could move, you grabbed the back of his head and smashed your lips together again, affectionately returning the kiss. 

“I think I know what I can use those coupons for now.” Taehyung’s quiet giggles filled the hot springs.