Nov 03, 2021
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Sex House Jungkook BTS Fanfiction
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“Open your mind to your surroundings. What you find inside yourself might surprise you.”
Jeon Jungkook had always been the coveted bad boy in high school, but when he gets to college and moves into his new frat he learns he's going to need to try a little harder to maintain his bad-boy image. Especially when he has six extremely hot guys actively trying to ruin that image.
In other words, a story about six sex-crazed boys who fantasize about having Jeon Jungkook all to thems
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I’m used to the stares. The stares from people that are desperate for sex. the Stares from people that are jealous of what they don’t have. Even stares from people that are in healthy relationships.
As I walk through Bangtan University’s campus, I receive these stares left and right. Of course, I got the same treatment in high school, so I’m used to it.
In high school, I was considered a fuck boy, if that’s really what you want to call it. I’m just very practiced in the world of sex. But even though I slept around a lot, I was pretty popular. Even the girls I fucked once and left loved me. If anything, they fought harder for me after that.
I’ve never been one for relationships. I don’t like the idea of being tied to someone, having to follow them around like a dog, or being restricted from exploring other opportunities. Of course, by opportunities I mean other girls, but yeah, commitment is a no-no for me.
In college, I’m hoping my life doesn’t change too much. I like how it was in high school. Exercise, study, sex, sleep. That was my routine and I intend to follow through with it in college as well. I had good grades, a good body, and a great sex life. I enjoyed it.
I’ve already gone through orientation and today is the day where I find my fraternity, the boys I am gonna spend most of my days with. The fraternity I will most likely be spending my whole college career with.
I have three major things that I want in the frat I choose. Privacy, no curfew, and sex allowed in the house.
I’ve already checked out two frats and both were kind of weird. They were either really loud and annoying or nerdy and uptight. At this point, I will go to check out whatever houses that are left.
Fraternities mean fewer expenses in college and getting away from my stupid parents that couldn’t care less about me.
I look at the campus map and then look back up at the house in front of me. “This must be it,” I mutter to myself as I start to walk up to the door. The place looks decent and well kept from the outside. I haven’t looked into this frat at all. Like I said, at this point I’m desperate.
I push my finger down onto the doorbell and almost immediately the door swings open, revealing a laughing boy shorter than I am with pink hair.
Very bold. Obviously gay. What have I gotten myself into?
I almost chuckle at the thought, but the boy’s voice cuts me off. “Hi,” he smiles. “How can I help you?”
I wrinkle my nose and look down at my map again. “This is—I’m at the right frat, right?”
He raises an eyebrow and looks me up and down, from head to toe. “Yes, you are,” he emphasizes each word, still sizing me up.
I shake my head and chuckle, looking away. What have I gotten myself into?
The boy pulls me into the house and I gasp as I stumble over my feet.
“Another boy is here. He actually looks promising,” the boy yells. He looks at me and smiles. “We have more terms than most frats have, I’m sure you have deduced that by now.”
“Well, actually I haven’t—” I start to explain how I don’t know anything about them, but a deeper voice interrupts me.
“Ah, so you’re here to join,” a tall blonde reaches his hand out for me to shake. I quickly shake it.
Firm grip. Deep voice. Intimidating. Not gay. Very not gay.
“Well, I’m here to check it out, I suppose,” I chuckle. “I need a place to stay for my freshman year at least, maybe longer. I need to keep the expenses low. I don’t have a very high income at the moment.”
A taller boy with brown hair walks up to me and grabs my chin, turning my head from side to side. He examines my face for a moment before smiling and releasing his grip from my skin. “You know, with your bone structure you could make hella money in the prostitute industry.”
This boy’s fashion sense is on point and you can tell he takes good care of his skin. That combined with the usage of the word ‘hella’. Super gay. Mega gay. Ultimate gay.
“Thanks, I guess,” I laugh.
“Hm,” I hear someone hum from behind the other boys. A new boy comes out from behind them and scoffs at me. “He doesn’t look like he has what it takes to be here.”
Holy fuck, his voice is deep. I literally felt my insides vibrate because of his voice. I already can’t see this boy being gay, but I almost want him to be. I mean holy hell.
I said, ‘almost’.
“Are you doubting me?” I question.
He chuckles and steps forward. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me, sweetheart.”
What the fuck does that mean?
He chuckles again and turns back around to stand with the others.
I can now see that there are six boys in front of me. Some of them look gay as fuck, some look straight as a line, and others just look horny, whatever that means.
The blonde smiles and tilts his head looking at me. “He is super cute, though. Better than some we’ve seen today.”
“Yeah, I like him,” the pink-haired one bites his lip.
What the actual fuck did I get myself into?
The boy with the voice as deep as the ocean speaks up again. “I really don’t know, guys. Aren’t we looking for guys that are more...I don’t know...rainbowy?”
I knew it. Gay. But instead of backing away and moving on to a new frat, my stupid brain focuses on the fact that this dumbass is doubting me. I hate when people underestimate me.
“What do I have to do?” I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. I have never said no to a dare in my life and I am not starting now.
The tall, blonde one steps forward and smirks. “Do you even know who we are?”
“Um,” I pause, furrowing my eyebrows.
Pink hair speaks up. “We call our house the Sex House.” He stares at me as if he’s waiting for me to back out. When I don’t say anything, he decides to continue. “We call it that for a reason.”
I raise an eyebrow. This should be interesting.
“My question still stands. What do I do?” I smile cockily at them.
“If you can get someone to sleep with you within 24 hours, you can stay here,” pink answers.
The boy is easy on the eyes. Anyone could see that. Obviously, they look for the most gorgeous boys to be in this frat and I’m assuming this test is to prove that I’m ballsy, which of course I am. So, this shouldn’t be a problem.
I nod. “Okay. Easy.” I turn to walk out the door, but a strong arm pulls me back. It’s the tall blonde from earlier. He’s obviously in charge.
“You don’t even know what it means to live here.”
I shrug. “Okay, what are the terms?”
The blonde bites his lip. “Everyone in this house is really close,” he emphasizes the last word, obviously trying to imply something.
I squint in confusion. “Okay?”
“He’s a bit slow, isn’t he?” Pink laughs.
I glare at him, then look back at the blonde. “Just say what you’re trying to say.”
The tall blonde chuckles. “To be allowed to continue staying here, you have to have sex with one of us each week,” he smirks.
My eyes widen. “You’re joking, right?”
The blonde one laughs. “I don’t joke.”
“I told you he wouldn’t be up for it,” the deep-voiced boy speaks.
I grit my teeth. “I never said I wasn’t up for it.”
The pink-haired boy jumps up and down, clapping his hands happily. “Yay! I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
I raise an eyebrow. This can’t be that bad. It’ll be just like being with a girl.
Just like being with a girl.
“Okay, so I just get someone to have sex with me and I’m in?” I ask.
The blonde one smirks and nods. “Normally, we wouldn’t be so quick about this process, but you admittedly have the perfect face for someone in our group.”
I laugh. “I’m quite aware that I’m good-looking and this test will be easy to pass. Just watch,” I scoff at them.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” the deep-voiced boy laughs.
“Speaking of, we need some sort of proof,” blondie says.
I nod. “No problem.” I turn to leave with a smirk on my face.
I swear to god, if I wasn’t so desperate I would have walked away from this.
But I have to win.
It’s not even just that I need somewhere to stay. It’s that those stupid boys think I can’t do it.
I’ll show them. This will be a piece of cake.
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“Here.” I hand over a paper bag that holds the cum filled condom inside it. The blonde looks inside and smiles, handing it to the deep-voiced boy.
“He could have literally just jacked off. This doesn’t prove anything,” he rolls his eyes.
I laugh and grab my phone out of my pocket. “You know, I thought you’d say that. So, I took a picture.” I click into my camera roll and it’s the first picture to pop up. A picture of my dick stuffed deep inside some girl.
The blonde starts laughing. “Holy shit.”
The deep-voiced boy groans. “Damnit. Jimin, I owe you ten bucks,” he yells.
The pink-haired boy walks into the room and giggles. Fucking giggles. This boy is too cute to be here.
He grabs my phone out of the blonde boy’s hand and frowns. “A girl? Looks like you owe Jin ten bucks, too.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “What does that mean?”
Pink laughs. “Jin bet that you would fuck a girl. I just bet that you would be able to do it.”
I chuckle. “Is it surprising that I went out and fucked a girl?”
He purses his lips. “Not surprising. Just disappointing.”
I hear the deep-voiced guy scoff and walk out of the room, leaving me and pink to talk alone.
“I mean I have to fuck you guys so I guess I’m gonna have to get used to it soon.”
Pink bursts out laughing. “Bold of you to think that you are going to stop all the time.”
My smile immediately disappears. “I am not taking it in the ass, pink.”
He bites his lip and smiles. “You’re gonna have to learn how to bottom here, honey.” He walks up to me and stands on his toes to reach my ear. “Good thing you won’t have to bottom with me then, hm?”
My eyes widen and he backs away. “Are you the only bottom here?”
He giggles. “I’m the only strictly bottom. Everyone else goes both ways. When you come in here, you have to learn to do both. I got in because I’m cute, so I don’t need to top.”
I nod slowly. “Can’t I just, you know, fuck you all the time?” The instant the words leave my mouth, I internally cringe. What is this conversation? Why am I allowing myself to be put in this situation?
Another giggle escapes his lips. “Oh, how I wish you could, but it’s a rule that you can’t fuck the same person twice in a row.” I frown as worry fills me. “Don’t worry. We all have to do it. It’s not just you. You’ll learn to enjoy it.”
“But I’m not gay.”
He laughs. “Hoseok isn’t gay either. He’s straight, but he follows the rules. Some of us are bi. Yoongi is pan. Jin and I are gay. Honestly, we don’t discriminate against sexualities. You can be whatever you want here.”
“You’re throwing a bunch of names at me and I have no clue who they are,” I smile.
“Oh,” he laughs and puts his hand out for me to shake. “I’m Jimin.” I take his hand and shake it. “Ooh, firm grip. Me likey.”
I cringe at this. “Don’t ever say that again.”
He giggles and runs his fingers through his soft-looking pink locks.
Honestly, if I get to pick the first guy I’m with, Jimin is who I’d pick. I could still top and I can just imagine his moans. I mean, fuck.
Not that I’m into guy’s moans.
I just mean I bet his moans would be pretty like a girl’s moans.
“Hello,” a hand swipes in front of my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. Jimin smiles up at me. “You zoned out for a second there. I thought we lost you.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Not yet, I’m afraid.”
He grabs my forearm and drags me through the house to the living room. He throws me onto the couch and points down at me. “Stay.”
I raise my hands in surrender. “Yes, sir.”
He giggles and runs up the stairs, yelling for everyone to come down.
I swear everything this boy does is so cute. It’s such a contrast from everyone else. How did he get into this frat being the way he is? I mean he is insanely cute and so much fun to be around, but I mean, come on. One of their rules is that you have to go both ways, right? Top and bottom. But this kid doesn’t top at all? Seems fishy to me.
“You already thinking about leaving?” I hear a voice call to me.
I look over to find the pale boy from earlier walking down the stairs. He plops down on the couch beside me.
“No, I was just thinking about Jimin, actually.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Ah, Jimin. A cutie pie, isn’t he?”
I nod. “He’s really something. How did he get in here again?”
The pale boy sighs. “He fucked his way to the top. He’s got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen. Honestly, if I’m in the mood to top, he’s who I go to.”
I squint in confusion. “What do you mean he fucked his way to the top?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. He fucked Namjoon first and he was basically let in immediately,” he shrugs. “I mean, I don’t blame him. The kid is a natural.”
I bite my lip. He’s talking about him like he’s some kind of slut. Maybe Jimin likes that, but to me, this still sounds fishy.
“Okay, we’re all coming down,” the blonde says, who I’m assuming is Namjoon now.
He walks down the stairs with all the other boys surrounding him. They all sit around me somewhere around the room. Jimin drops onto the floor right in front of me, staring up at me with big eyes.
He’s so goddamn adorable.
“Okay, so, we already have an extra room ready. You can basically move in whenever,” blondie tells me.
I nod. “Tonight wouldn’t be too soon, right?”
“Nope, whenever you want.” He leans back on the couch and smiles. “All that’s left is introductions. We’re gonna say our names, our grades, our sexuality, and our preferred position. Basically, I mean top or bottom even though we have to do both, excluding Jimin.”
I nod. “I guess I’ll start then. I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m an incoming freshman. I’m straight and obviously a top.”
The speech feels weird to me. I feel like I’m in some sort of support group. Am I really going to let myself be fucked by these six random guys just so I have a place to live? This is basically prostitution.
Jimin jumps up. “I’ll go next. I’m Park Jimin. I’m a sophomore this year. I am gay and a bottom. Also, I’m a choreography major, so I love to dance.”
I smile. “I dance a bit, too, I guess.”
He giggles. “We should go out dancing sometime. It would be so fun!”
“Okay, Jiminy, we’re getting off track,” the blonde one announces. “I guess I’ll go. I’m Kim Namjoon. I am a senior. I am bisexual and a preferred bottom when it comes to these six boys. Although, I love to top. So, I guess I really can’t pick.”
The boy next to me goes next. “Min Yoongi. Senior. Pansexual. Bottom.”
Deep ass voice boy goes next. “I’m Kim Taehyung.”
Only a year older.
“I prefer to top.”
...and that’s where the sexiness ends. He was doing so well, too.
Still, though, that deep voice is going places.
The taller boy with smooth skin speaks next. “I’m Kim Seokjin. But I go by Jin. I am in grad school, so basically my fifth year of college. I am gay and a preferred top.”
The boy with the dimples speaks next. “I’m Jung Hoseok. I am a junior and I am straight. I prefer to...” he trails off.
I raise an eyebrow. How is this a hard question? If you’re straight then you don’t like it in the ass. That’s it.
“Undecided, I guess,” he finally answers. “I obviously like to top with girls, but when I’m with these boys I guess I kinda like to bottom. It’s not the worst thing.”
Huh. That’s both weird and interesting.
“So, that’s us. We have rules for our house, so it doesn’t get absolutely crazy in here,” Namjoon starts. “This is the Sex House, so honestly, we don’t care if you bring any girls or guys into the house, just clean up after yourselves and no sex on the couch or in the kitchen. We don’t really care about moans either. You can pretty much be as loud as you want. Just know that you will probably get an ear full about it the next morning, but it’s a rule not to interrupt, so no worries there.”
So far the rules have just been about sex and I’m not too worried about it. At least I can bring girls into the house and continue my routine.
“As far as our terms, you have to use a condom at all times, unless specifically said by one of us that we are okay with that. I don’t think there’s been an instance where that has happened, but, you know, if it does then whatever,” Namjoon continues. “You have to maintain a weekly sexual schedule. This means you have to have sex with one of us each week and it can’t be the same person two times in a row. Try to branch out and not fuck the same two people over and over. It makes it more interesting for the rest of us.” He thinks for a second then his eyes go wide. “You have to be okay with both bottoming and topping. Very important. The only one that is exempt from this rule is Jimin. If you top too many times I have the right to kindly ask you to bottom with the person of my choice. Don’t let it get to that point. No one likes when their choice is taken away.”
I nod. “Okay, so why do you guys do this? What’s the point of being forced to fuck each other all the time?”
Hoseok smiles. “I know when I first joined it was because I needed a strong group of guys that would always have my back. I used to be into drugs and got into a lot of fights. I wanted to leave that life behind. When I met these guys I saw how tight everyone was. And I like sex. At one point, someone could say I went a little sex crazy. These boys help me be a better person and honestly, the sex doesn’t change our relationship. It just enhances our friendship. It’s kind of like friends with benefits. Just not the kind in the movies. This is real.”
Jin nods and speaks up. “I joined because I’m super gay and I wanted that support. Not everyone supports us, you know? But this isn’t just a weird LGBT club. It’s diverse and super supportive. My family didn’t support me when I came out. They threw me out and I needed a place to stay. So, I guess I joined because of that, too.” He chuckles. “I also enjoy sex, so,” he trails off.
Namjoon looks at me. “I like to think of it as an eternal friendship. We create a bond here like no other. We promise to be here for you and we hope that you’re here for us. A long time ago this frat was created to strengthen men’s sexual capabilities. You didn’t have to be gay to learn to the bottom and you didn’t have to be gay to enjoy it. It’s kind of to make sure we get the sexual needs we have met along with creating some pretty awesome friendships as well.”
As I listened, I didn’t realize that my mouth had curved up into a smile.
I don’t completely understand, but if I didn’t respect it before, I definitely do now.
This isn’t just a sex club, it’s a house full of friends.
And god knows I need that right now.
I nod. “Okay, when do I start?”
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It’s been a few days since I moved into my new frat and so far I’m not hating it. All the boys are pretty nice, excluding Taehyung’s bad attitude every now and then. He seems to have a problem with me for some reason. Even though that bothers me, I’ve decided to put it in the back of my mind for now.
Today, I’m exploring the rest of the campus. I hate being cooped up in one place for too long, so getting outside and walking around the campus might be good for me.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and I spin around. “Hi, um, you dropped th-this,” a girl stands in front of me holding a pamphlet of some kind. I can’t remember what that one is for since I’ve gotten so many. But I take it from her hand and smile. The girl is beautiful. She has long brown hair and green eyes. Her skin looks so soft, the kind of skin I wouldn’t mind having against my body. HEr thick British accent is also very interesting.
“Thank you,” I say to her. The girl blushes and turns to leave. “Wait,” I grab her hand. “What’s your name?”
She looks up into my eyes and smiles. “My name is Beth.”
“Jungkook,” I introduce myself. “So, what are you doing wandering around here?”
She looks away and then back at me. “Well, I kind of got too distracted by the beautiful buildings and architecture here that I lost my family. They’re walking around here, too...somewhere.”
I nod. “It is beautiful here.”
She smiles and laughs a little. “At first, I didn’t think I’d like it here, but it really isn’t too bad...now,” she comments, still looking me straight in the eye.
I smirk. “Maybe I could walk with you. I’m exploring as well and some company might be nice.”
She bites her lip. “I wouldn’t mind the company either.”
I bow to her and she laughs. I start walking beside her as we continue to have our own little tour of the campus, all the while shamelessly flirting with each other.
“So, what year are you?” She asks.
“I’m a freshman,” I answer. “I’m assuming same as you.”
“Yes, I’m too clueless to pass for anything higher.”
I chuckle. “That’s alright. I’m sure you’ll get used to the campus at some point.” She nods and I continue. “I’m sure...you’ll find that this campus can make you feel...euphoric.” She looks up at me with big eyes. Her eyes at this point are filled with lust. I can tell I’m drawing her in. I step forward and lean into her ear. “I can, perhaps, help you loosen up...if you want.” I drag my lips down her neck and to her shoulder, not leaving any kisses, but allowing the touch to be slow and calculated.
She lets out a loud shaky breath. “You are quite the charmer, aren’t you?”
I chuckle into her neck and spin her around to where she is facing me. “You have no idea.”
She grabs my neck and pulls me into a hard kiss. Our lips instantly start moving desperately against each other. I grab wrap my arms around her back and slide them up. One of my hands fists into her hair and pulls her head back forcefully, making her gasp. I connect my lips to her neck and start working my magic onto her skin. I slowly swirl my tongue against the skin of her neck, making her squirm. I suck lightly. She lets out an airy moan, throwing her head back.
“I didn’t know the middle of the campus was the make-out zone,” I hear from behind me. We both stop our movements.
Of course, I immediately recognize the voice. I look up at the girl. “I’ll see you around.”
She quickly walks away and I watch as her hips sway back and forth. “Sexy, don’t you think?” I tease.
I turn around to face Taehyung, who has his arms crossed.
(can we imagine this without his mask)
“I know I am.”
He rolls his eyes. “Do you know that if you got caught doing shit like that, you could be suspended?”
I scoff at him. “No, I won’t.”
He shakes his head and laughs a deep, gravelly laugh. “You’re too cocky.”
I shrug and step closer to him. “You got a problem with cocky?”
He laughs. “No, actually, I like being cocky,” he looks at me. “But there’s only room for one of those in our house.” He steps closer to me.
I realize now that he’s slightly taller than me. He actually is kind of intimidating and it does something weird to my stomach.
“You’re just jealous.”
What did I just say?
He laughs in my face and steps even closer to me. “I already told you, you can’t handle me. Either way, I don’t like you. I think we’ve established that.”
He backs away and starts to walk back in the direction of the house. “Why don’t you like me?” I run to walk beside him. “Everyone likes me.”
“Maybe that’s why I don’t like you, bunny boy.”
He stops walking and pushes his finger at my lips. “Your teeth. They’re like bunny teeth.” He laughs and continues walking.
I roll my eyes. “Be serious. Why don’t you like me? I wanna know.”
He sighs and looks at me. “You...This,” he gestures from my face down to my legs. “You’re...perfect. You get everything you want. You’re confident, overly confident sometimes,” he mumbles the last part. “And you act as though...” he trails off and shakes his head, looking at the ground.
“What? How do I act?”
He groans. “When you walked into our house and learned about who we are and what we do, you acted as if we’re wrong. I’ve worked my whole life to get away from the negativity that my lifestyle brings.” He bites his lip. “You are the perfect specimen of a guy in the eyes of the world. You will never get discriminated against. You don’t have to go through all of this. Why did you join our frat? To make fun of us? To throw it in our faces?”
Slowly, as he explains, my face softens. My irritation goes away.
“Taehyung, you have it all wrong. I’ve never cared about sexuality. My best friend was trans.” I look down at my hands as I play with my fingers. “I’m sorry if I was a little insensitive. In high school, I was a rebel. I was a fuck boy. But I was the fuck boy that everyone liked. I got used to being what everyone else wanted me to be. I changed my beliefs. I changed my behavior.”
I hear Taehyung sigh next to me. He turns to look at me. “You shouldn’t have to change for anyone.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t care. It didn’t bother me. I liked it. I guess it didn’t really feel like I was changing all that much. But in the process, I became more offensive towards certain people that I would have never been mean to before. I didn’t like that part of it. I really am sorry that I acted that way.”
Taehyung nods after a moment and looks at me. “What happened between you and your friend? The trans one.”
I look away and take a deep breath, feeling my throat start to tighten. “She stopped being my friend.”
Taehyung hesitates for a moment but decides to let it go. “Well, I’m sorry I judged you too quick.”
I laugh. “Some of the things you said were correct,” I smirk and look him in the eyes. “You said I am the perfect specimen of a guy.”
He wrinkles his nose up. “Did I say that?”
I hum. “You definitely did.”
He looks at me and I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “I take it back. You are ugly as fuck.”
I laugh. “Wow, don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying. You aren’t very good-looking,” he states confidently.
“Now you’re just lying to yourself,” I chuckle nudging him on the shoulder.
He looks at me and his smile fades. “Alright, maybe you’re okay looking.”
I laugh. “I’ll take it.”
Taehyung and I walk back to the house in complete silence, but it’s a comfortable silence now. Like we have resolved our issues. Maybe we can actually be friends.
We stop outside the front door and face each other. “Have you thought about who you’re gonna have sex with first?”
I stiffen and look away.
He sighs. “The end of the week is coming up, you know. You have to choose soon.”
“I know. I’ve just never done this before. Not with a guy. I respect the way you guys run things here. I honestly do. I’m just nervous about it,” I admit.
He nods. “Well, let me give you some advice then. You won’t want to start off with me. I like rough. Jimin likes rough, too, but he’ll bottom. Jungkook, I honestly think you should start off bottoming. You have to do it at some point and if you do it now it might not seem like such a big deal in the future. If you choose the right person, they’ll go easy on you.”
I bite my lip. “Maybe Jin?” I suggest hesitantly.
“That’s not such a bad idea. He’s gentle and he’ll cuddle you afterward...if that’s what you like,” he cringes a bit.
I laugh. “Maybe not the cuddling.”
“Namjoon is kinda rough, too sometimes,” he thinks out loud. “You might like Hobi. You’re both straight. He could probably top you really well.”
I cringe at the thought. “I feel like that would be even more awkward.”
He shrugs. “It’s up to you.” He steps closer to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. “In all honesty, I think we’ll all go semi-easy on you the first time. But just for your own sake, maybe choose to bottom first. Get it over with. Maybe you’ll like it.”
He licks his lips and steps back.
“I’ll be honest. I wouldn’t mind having my turn with you.”
The comment doesn’t make me uncomfortable like it should. For some reason, the weird feeling in my stomach returns.
I need to figure this out and get it over with. Soon.
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“I swear, they were going to have sex outside in the middle of the campus,” Tae laughs.
I shake my head. “No, I was about to bring her here actually before you interrupted.”
Tae, Yoongi, Jimin, and I sit on the couch laughing about the previous events. It’s actually nice laughing about all of this. They’re so comfortable talking about the things that would normally be awkward. It’s really nice.
“Well,” Tae sighs and stands up. “It’s getting late and I have some things to do before bed.”
I nod. “Okay, goodnight.”
“Wait,” Jimin frowns. “I thought we were going to watch a movie before bed.”
Yoongi stands up and kisses Jimin on the top of the head. “I’m sorry, princess. I actually have to join Tae upstairs, but maybe next time.”
Jimin nods sadly and looks over at me as those two walk upstairs. “Do you wanna watch a movie with me?”
I shrug. “What movie do you wanna watch?”
Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Something loud.”
Jimin smirks. “You’re oblivious. Taehyung and Yoongi do this a lot. They are each other’s go-to hookup. Chances are they are already fucking upstairs.”
I swallow thickly at the thought. We’re about to hear their moans.
I bet Taehyung’s moans are sexy as fu-
Stop Jungkook. Stop that.
My stomach starts to do flips as I imagine Taehyung taking control and thrusting deep inside-
I shake my head to rid my brain of the weird thoughts.
I hear Jimin giggle beside me. I look over at him and he is eyeing my lap. I glance down and low and behold, my dick is standing at attention, making a very obvious tent in my sweat pants.
“You look like you need some help,” Jimin rasps.
I close my eyes and slow my breathing. “Taehyung cock blocked me today, so I think I’m just sexually frustrated.”
The couch creaks a little and I open my eyes to see Jimin crawling over to me. “I could help un-frustrate you if you want.” He licks his lips and swings his leg over my lap, straddling me. He places his hands on the head of the couch behind me, trapping me.
I let out a shaky breath as I feel my dick twitch in my pants. “Jimin-”
He places a finger on my lips, shushing me. “It’s okay,” he runs his fingers through my hair and massages my scalp. “If you don’t want to do anything more than this,” he runs his hands down my neck to my shoulders and presses his fingers into my skin, working my tight muscles, “that’s okay.”
I lean my head back and close my eyes. He massages my shoulders slowly for a couple minutes before dragging his hands down my arms. “You work out?”
I hum, not able to find any words at the moment as his hands are distracting me.
“Maybe you work yourself too...hard,” he whispers the last word into my ear, making me shiver.
My dick twitches again, making Jimin giggle. “Your mind might not want me, but your dick definitely does, Jungkook.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer as he shifts slightly on my lap, grinding down onto my clothed member.
I groan and open my eyes. Jimin is staring down at me with an intense look in his eyes. He licks his lips and grinds down again, making me gasp. He continues to slowly grind down on me, making me harder and harder.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” Jimin says.
I let out another shaky breath and I finally gather myself enough to speak. “Are you feeling good, too?”
He stops his movement. “Do you want me to?”
Fuck, I shouldn’t have asked.
I grab him by the neck and slam my lips onto his. He moans into the kiss and starts moving his mouth on mine. I slide my tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He smiles into the kiss and opens his mouth, colliding his tongue with mine.
His fingers latch onto my shirt as my hands slide up his back. He pulls away, breathing hard.
“Do you still want to watch a movie?” He asks and I quickly shake my head.
What is happening? My brain is a swirling mess. I can’t even think straight.
At this moment, all I’m thinking about is how fucking great it would feel to pound into Jimin.
“Do you wanna take this upstairs?”
I gulp and nod.
He smiles and slides off my lap, pulling me up off the couch with him. He leans forward and catches my lips again. “You taste so good,” he whispers into my lips. “I bet you’d taste even better down there.”
He pushes me through the room to the stairs and we both quickly get to where we want to be. It ends up being Jimin’s room. He locks the door and turns to look at me.
“You still okay with this?”
“Jimin, if you keep asking I’m going to wuss out,” I growl and he nods.
He walks up to me and wraps his arms around my neck, slipping his lips onto mine again. All of this kissing makes me wonder if they all kiss each other as well. I didn’t even think about it. Kissing is kind of intimate, right?
I shake off the thoughts and tilt my head into the kiss, to make it more comfortable.
He pulls back and licks a stripe up my lips, bottom to top. Jimin bites his lip and slides onto his knees in front of me.
“You wouldn’t mind if I just...” he trails off and starts tugging at my sweatpants. He pulls them along with my underwear all the way down my legs until they are at my ankles.
My dick springs out in his face and he looks up at me, taking me in his hand with a firm grip.
“You’re big,” he mumbles. “There’s only one person in this house with a bigger dick than you.”
I raise an eyebrow, now curious as to who he is talking about, but before I can ask he starts placing kitten licks all over the base of my dick.
I bite my lip as little tingles start to rush through my crotch.
“You like that?” Jimin giggles.
“Jimin, don’t tease.”
He smiles. “Yes, sir.”
He instantly takes me as deep as he can, making himself choke on my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. I grab the back of his head and pull him back off of me.
Jimin giggles and grabs my legs to steady himself. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
My eyes widen at his request. No one I have ever been with has let me do this. “Really? Are you sure?”
He nods. “I want you so deep in my throat, daddy.”
My dick twitches for the third time tonight. I tangle my fingers in his hair and shove his lips onto my dick, slowly at first. I quicken the pace as I feel he is getting used to it and I start to push him down farther. Every push makes him choke a bit and the sound is so light and soft and beautiful. I push him down as far as possible and hold him there. He chokes a few times and each time it sends a vibration to my cock, making my body jerk a bit.
“Tap my leg when you need to breathe, okay?” I say, throwing my head back as the pleasure of his warm, wet mouth encompassing my dick takes over me.
After a few seconds, I feel a light tap on my leg and I pull his head back. He coughs and looks up at me with bloodshot eyes.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he mumbles, taking hold of my dick with his hands. He starts to stroke me up and down slowly. He pulls his hand down to the bottom of my shaft then all the way back up to my slit. Every time he gets to my tip, I feel an extra shock of pleasure wash over me.
I pull him up by his hair and throw him onto the bed. “I need to be inside you now,” I growl, pulling my shirt over my head.
I lean over and help Jimin out of his shirt and jeans. He has a nicely toned stomach as well, abs lining his upper body. And his thighs. His thighs are nice, thick, and muscular. I drag his underwear down his legs, keeping my eyes on his face and watching as he bites his plump lips.
“Lube?” He nods and grabs a bottle of lube along with a condom and hands them to me. I put a little bit of lube on my fingers and heat it up by rubbing it around in my fingers for a moment.
I lean down and press my middle finger to his hole, circling it around for a moment. He squirms around and whines as I deny him what he wants. “Please, daddy.”
I push it in a little then pull it back out, teasing him. He groans and grips onto the sheets around him. “Please, I want you inside me,” he cries, loud enough for the surrounding rooms to hear, I’m sure.
“How bad do you want it, baby?”
He bites his lip and pushes his body down, trying to create some friction, but not finding any. “I want it so bad. So so bad. Please!”
I smirk and push my finger deep inside him, scissoring it around a little to drive him crazy. “Does that feel good?”
“Y-yes!” He moans loudly.
“You want more?”
He hums and looks up at me with desperate eyes. I insert two more fingers, making his eyes go wide. He moans and pushes down onto my fingers, wanting more. I massage a particular patch of nerves slowly, making him whine and close his eyes tight. I start thrusting those three fingers into him at a fast pace. He groans and I watch as his eyes roll back into the back of his head in pleasure.
I pull my fingers from him, leaving him whining desperately under me. I pull his body towards the end of the bed and lick my lips.
“I’m gonna have you screaming my name,” I growl into his ear.
I pull back and unwrap the condom, expertly sliding it onto my length. I coat my dick in lube and align it with Jimin’s puckered hole. I look into his eyes as I slowly push into him. His mouth hangs open as I push all the way in.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back onto the bed. “You’re fucking huge.”
“And you are so tight,” I breathe, trying not to lose control. I want him to feel the pleasure out of this, too.
He nods. “You can move.”
I instantly pull back and snap my hips, roughly thrusting into him. He cries out and wraps his legs around my waist.
“Oh, fuck yes!” He moans out.
His moans are so pretty. I love the way he sounds. So light and airy and whiny. He has the perfect moans to get any person riled up.
I thrust harshly into him, making his body jerk underneath me. I hear him gasp as I thrust again, going even deeper.
I keep going at this pace, slow and calculated until something breaks my focus.
“Yeah, fuck, fuck, right there, Tae, oh god!”
What am I supposed to do? Completely ignore the fact that Taehyung is fucking the shit out of Yoongi in the room next to us?
Anyone would be turned on by this.
Another deep moan breaks my focus and it makes me harder than I already am.
I snap my hips into Jimin again, making Jimin moan loudly.
“God, Tae, fuck, right there~”
Yoongi is a talkative little shit. Very different from Jimin, who is definitely more whiny.
I start to thrust into Jimin faster, not really paying attention anymore. Just needing a release. Jimin’s moans start to get louder and my grunts start to echo through the room.
I lean down and kiss down Jimin’s neck, still pounding aggressively into him.
“Oh, fuck!” Jimin yells.
I groan as I feel my dick hitting the deepest part of him over and over again. “I want to hear you scream my name. Fuck, fuck. Scream my name,” I demand.
“Unghh! Fuck me! Oh, god!” Jimin starts spasming underneath me.
“Fuck, now Jimin!” I yell as I feel my release coming.
“Jungkook!” He screams and shortly collapses into the bed, shooting cum all over his stomach. I follow right behind him. I slowly pull out of him and throw the condom away in the trash.
We are both breathing loudly, our bodies drenched in sweat. I sit up and stare at the door. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Jimin nods slowly and scoots back on the bed, getting himself comfortable to sleep. “I’m gonna be so sore in the morning. Shit,” Jimin groans.
“Did I go too hard?” I laugh as I start grabbing my clothes and slipping them on.
“Maybe a little, but it felt so good,” he giggles tiredly.
“Sleep well, Jimin,” I whisper before leaving the room to go shower.
What just happened?
I am finding that I’ve been asking myself that a lot lately.
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I step under the hot water of the shower and close my eyes, trying to calm myself down about what just happened.
I just fucked Jimin. A guy.
It felt great.
But that’s not the only thing that bothers me.
Taehyung kind of suggested that I bottom first and I definitely didn’t do that. However, I have to admit that hearing Taehyung and Yoongi’s moans made me even more open to the idea. I’ve already fucked a guy, maybe getting fucked by one wouldn’t be so bad. Right?
I hear the bathroom door open and my eyes shoot open.
“Don’t worry, I’m just grabbing my shampoo so I can shower in the other bathroom.”
God. The deepness of his voice is breathtaking. So sexy. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about a guy the way I think about Taehyung. I mean, what can I do? He’s hot as fuck on the outside and I’ve learned that his personality isn’t too far off from that as well. He also sounds like he’s great in bed.
“N-no, it’s alright,” I call to him. Did I just stutter?
“Ah, Jungkook. Did Jimin wear you out?”
My eyes widen and it’s at this moment that I’m glad he can’t see me. “I, um, we didn’t-”
“Jungkook, I meant from the movie. He always picks PG movies and I can’t fucking stand it,” he explains.
My shoulders relax and I take a deep breath. “Right, yeah, the movie wasn’t actually too bad.”
“Well, I’m gonna let you shower. Goodnight,” he rasps and I hear the bathroom door open and shut.
I’m just glad he didn’t ask which movie.
I grab the shampoo and start lathering my hair, closing my eyes and hoping my body will start to relax a little. I put my hair under the water and start rinsing out the shampoo. I tilt my head back a bit, so the suds won’t get in my eyes and I scrub my hair a bit more.
“You are even sexier when you shower. Holy fuck.”
I whirl around and see Taehyung naked in front of me. I open my mouth to scream, but he quickly covers it, scrambling closer to me in the process.
“Sh, I’m not going to be weird or anything,” he releases my mouth, but I’m still too flustered to say anything. “The other bathroom is currently being used. Yoongi took the chance to take a shower when I left.”
I bite my lip and nod, spinning back around so I don’t end up glancing down at an area that would be quite embarrassing to look at.
He chuckles behind me and touches my shoulder. “I need some water, too.”
“You know this is how every porno starts?” I am finally able to get out.
He chuckles again, but closer to my ear. His body is getting closer to mine and I feel my body warming up at the thought of it. “We don’t have to make this into a porno. I shower with the others all the time. You have to get used to this at some point.”
I turn my head to look at him for a second and raise my eyebrow. “You do?”
He bites his lip and smiles. “Fine, okay, I don’t. I mean, I do sometimes after having sex with them, but we don’t usually make it a habit to shower together.”
I say nothing to this and just turn my head back around to face in front of me. I sigh and grab the soap, intending to start applying it to my skin so I can speed up this process. Of course, Taehyung immediately snatches it from me. I groan and turn to look at him.
“You don’t even have any water yet. Let me use it first,” I hold my hand out to take the soap, but he doesn’t give it up so easy.
He shakes his head. “Turn back around. I’ll help you.”
I scoff at him. “No.”
“You don’t want my help?”
“No, I really don’t.”
He bites his lip. “But I want to help you.”
He steps closer to me, stepping into the water slightly. He looks really good with his hair wet.
“I-I don’t want your help, Taehyung.”
He chuckles. “You’re cute when you stutter.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Bitch, I’m cute all the time.”
He shrugs. “Maybe,” he places the soap back over where it usually sits and presses his hands to my chest. “I think I need a little more time to figure it out.” He rubs the soap around my pecs and down my abs. He looks up at me. “You have a really nice body. I’m envious.”
What does he mean? I’m looking at his body right now and he is so deliciously gorgeous. He may not have abs, but his stomach looks so soft and perfect. “You have the most perfect body. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smiles. “I don’t have abs.”
“You don’t need them,” I blurt out. He looks me in the eyes and his smile disappears. It is replaced with a different look. It’s something I can’t exactly place. Maybe lust, but it almost looks sad. I don’t understand why though. He is so gorgeous. from his beautiful dark brown hair to his smooth, tanned skin. He is irresistible. He’s perfect. “So sexy,” I whisper, still looking over his body, thankfully stopping at his torso.
I make eye contact with him again and he is biting his lip. “Turn around.”
I nod slowly and turn back around to face forward. I wait for a moment, hoping that I didn’t make him uncomfortable. I suddenly feel his hands on my shoulders. He massages them deeply before slowly pulling them down my back and spreading the soap around. He pulls his hands down my sides to my waist, circling his thumb around my skin slowly. He reaches around and runs his hands up my abs.
The feeling of his hands on my skin makes my body heat up. I love the way his big hands work my muscles. I love how his breath feels on my neck. I love how I know he bites that lip of his when he’s turned on. Everything about him makes me crazy and I love it. I don’t why or how he makes me like this, but he does and all I want right now is to feel him.
“Taehyung,” I breathe.
He stops the movement of his hands and leans forward, pressing his lips to the back of my neck. He places butterfly kisses all over my neck until he gets to one spot that makes me whimper. He lingers there and starts to lightly suck.
“Mmmmmh,” I moan, reaching around and carding my fingers through his hair.
He looks up at me. “Maybe I should clean your cock for you. You know, since it was stuffed so deep inside Jimin’s ass.”
My eyes widen and he starts laughing hysterically.
I groan and start chuckling, too. “I knew it!”
“Dude, Jimin was way too loud for us not to know.”
“Well, Yoongi was also way too loud,” I comment, making him smirk.
“That’s why I like him. His moans help me. I have a bit of a moaning kink,” he admits. “Jimin’s moans were pretty, too. At least when you started going faster.”
I nod. “I only started getting crazy like that because I heard your moans,” I admit on accident.
We both stop talking and look up into each other’s eyes.
“I should go,” Taehyung says, stepping back a little.
“Don’t you still need a shower?”
He chuckles a bit. “I guess I’ll wait like any normal person.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He starts to leave and my eyes move down to his ass as he walks. He really does have nice features. Everything about his is perfect, even his ass.
“I’m glad you made it through your first week, muscle pig,” he teases and walks out of the bathroom.
Fuck. I’m doomed.
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I yawn and stretch, sitting up in my bed sleepily.
I have a plan for today. I am going to eat a healthy breakfast and head to the gym. Either that or take a jog around the campus. All I know is that I need to exercise in some way.
I swing my legs around the bed and stand up, walking over to my door. Right when i open my door I’m met with a chuckling Taehyung. He’s already dressed and wide awake.
“Woah, you’re absolutely adorable in the morning,” he laughs.
(i think we all know this episode of run)
I groan and shove around him to go downstairs. My bare feet slap against the floor loudly as I reach the fridge. I search for something healthy and find absolutely nothing.
“Do you guys seriously not eat anything healthy around here?” I rasp in my just-woke-up voice.
Taehyung chuckles behind me. “Your voice is almost as deep as mine when you’re tired.”
“Not possible,” I mumble and shut the fridge loudly. I run my fingers through my hair and walk back upstairs.
“Where you going?”
I look back at Taehyung. “To get dressed. What? You wanna watch or something?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Can I?”
“No,” I answer quickly and walk back up into my room.
I go straight to my closet and try to pick out clothes that will be comfortable while I exercise. It’s hard when you also want to look hot while doing it. Although, I don’t really need to try...
I choose a baggy sweatshirt and some grey sweatpants. I roll up the sleeves to my sweatshirt to just above my elbows and walk over to my mirror. I quickly style my hair, just brushing through it and parting it the way I like it.
“Hey, Jungkook, are you doing anything fun today?” Jin comes walking into my room.
“I’m going to the gym, probably flirt with a few girls or something,” I answer honestly.
Jin looks up at me and nods. “Can I come? I used to work out all the time, but I just got out of the routine and I could stare at some hot looking dudes. Please?”
I laugh and nod. “Alright. Get ready. I’m gonna probably grab a few groceries as well.”
He bounces on his feet excitedly. “I love shopping. I actually love to cook and shopping is always so fun.”
I smile. “Okay, sounds like you’ll be a valuable shopping mate.”
He pouts and crosses his arms. “You’re just using me.”
“No,” I laugh. “I would actually enjoy the company and I haven’t had much time to bond with you yet, so it should be interesting.”
He sighs. “I’m really gay and I might embarrass you so if you don’t want to bring me along, I understand-”
“Jin, I would love your company. I don’t discriminate. In fact, I admire people like you. You’re so confident and brave,” I smile at him and walk towards him ruffling his hair even though he’s slightly taller than me.
He smiles happily. “Okay, let’s go.”
He bounces out of the room. I shake my head, laughing. I follow right behind him.
Taehyung looks at Jin and I and smiles. “You guys going somewhere today?”
Jin nods. “We’re going to the store and then to the gym,” he looks over at me. “And I was hoping we could go check out this new seafood place. I have been absolutely dying to go there.”
I purse my lips. “I don’t know. Won’t it be too early to eat at that point?”
He shakes his head and pushes his finger into my chest. “It is never too early to eat, my friend.”
I look over at Taehyung who is frowning about something. “You good over there?” I question.
Taehyung looks up and immediately puts a smile on his face. “Oh, yeah. I just zone out sometimes.”
I nod. “Alright. See ya,” I turn to leave.
“Wait, can I, like, come with you guys?” Tae asks shyly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly.
I slowly turn around and raise an eyebrow. “Why?”
He chuckles nervously. “N-no reason. I just...wanna get out of the house.”
Jin laughs. “That was so blatantly a lie.”
“Tae, if you want to get out of the house, go find yourself a date or something,” I suggest.
He glares at me. “I’m not a fuck boy like you, okay. I’m not just going to find a date to pass my time.”
His words slightly sting. I know I’m a fuck boy, but the way he says it makes my heart hurt.
“That was kinda mean,” Jin mutters.
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “