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You’re lying on the couch, your head in Jimin’s lap, listening to Yoongi and Hoseok bickering. Jimin’s flipping through tv channels with one hand, the other combs gently through your hair. You honestly hadn’t been tired but the comfort of it all is making you feel very lethargic and sleepy. It would be really easy for you to just close your eyes and drift off, Hoseok and Yoongi’s voices fading into white noise.
The front door opens as Jungkook steps inside and suddenly you’ve never felt more awake. He pushes a hand through his hair, looking up and pausing when he sees you. His expression quickly goes neutral as he turns and heads down the hall.
You quickly push yourself off the couch, following after him before you can lose your nerve. Without knocking, you push his door open. He turns sharply, blinking at you in surprise before turning his eyes downward, “what?”
“What? You’ve hardly talked to me in two months and now all I get is a what?” You can’t help that you sound whiny and perhaps a bit childish. The hurt you feel because of his treatment towards you is genuine, and deep and you just don’t understand.
He swallows thickly, still not looking at you as he takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry, do you need something?”
“Why are you acting like this? Ever since… I just want to know what’s going on with you,” you take a step closer and he stays in place but tenses at your advance and you feel a sudden sting go right through you.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s clearly something, Jungkook just tell me. There’s nothing you can say I’ll judge you for.”
He takes another deep breath before moving past you to shut his bedroom door. Slightly dragging his feet, he crosses the room to drop onto the edge of his bed so he’s facing you. But he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes glued to his hands.
“When we first met, I thought I was in love with you. But I was always too afraid to say anything because I was afraid you’d laugh at me or wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore, and I’d rather have you as a friend than nothing at all. Then, you and Jimin started dating and well… I kind of just got over it, you became just as much family as the rest and it was ok,” he sighs, his hands restless in his lap, “but then, watching you with Jimin, it seemed to, suddenly all those feelings and thoughts came back but it’s confusing.”
You blink at him, carefully processing each word that comes out of his mouth. Poured out of him nearly like a confession really.
“And then,” his hands curl suddenly into fists, his voice tightening, “to hear that everyone else has had a turn fucking you, and this thing you have going with Yoongi-hyung, it’s weird I-I mean…”
“It hasn’t been everyone else,” you mumble when he trails off, “I haven’t done anything with Tae or Jin.”
“Wow, you’re four for seven,” he snaps and then quickly flinches at his own words, before saying much more gently, “It’s just, it’s weird to me, I don’t get it.”
“And it’s completely ok you feel that way,” you drop to your knees in front of him, trying to get him to look at you but he turns his eyes further down, “but Jungkook, you were my friend first. I knew and loved you before I knew the others, before Jimin. And the way you’ve been acting lately, I really miss you Jungkook. I want my best friend back.”
And he finally looks at you, dark eyes slightly rounded as they widen at your words. And then he sighs softly, taking one of your hands and whispering, “I’ve missed you too, noona.”
“Now can we go back to being friends again?” You ask and he nods before you add lightly, “good, you little shit.”
He laughs airily and you move to sit next to him on the bed. You pull him into you and he accepts your embrace, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. It’s a bit uncomfortable since he’s so much taller than you but you don’t mind, all the stress and anxiety from the past couple weeks slowly fading.
“It isn’t weird for you?” He mumbles against your shoulder. It takes a few seconds for you to understand his meaning before you let out a quiet exhale.
“Not really, I mean I felt like maybe it should be, and I was weird for not being weirded out by it but… everyone else has made it seem so normal. You’ve heard them talk about it, it’s casual to them, so I don’t let it be a big deal to me,” you press your cheek to the top of his hair as you answer.
“I just don’t get it.”
You stay in your shared embrace a moment longer, enjoying the familiar and comforting feeling and smell of Jungkook. And then a thought occurs to you so suddenly you straighten a bit, making Jungkook suddenly pull away to look down at you. His eyes flicker anxiously over your face as you blink up at him before asking as gently as you can, “Jungkook are you still… have you ever been with anyone?”
His eyes widen and his cheeks go a soft shade of pink. He looks away rubbing his palms over his thighs and opening and closing his mouth like he’s trying to speak but the words won’t come out. He takes a deep breath, clears his throat, then answers, “no.”
You watch him fidget as your mind churns over endlessly. His first time should be special, and with someone he cares about of course but now that he’s out of school and with his lifestyle, he won’t have time to meet a girl. Until much later on at least. You hadn’t known your first and, boy what a disaster. You don’t want him to have any regrets, maybe it would be better to let him wait. But then you remember the way he had looked at you, all flush faced and glassy eyed and fucked out on the couch after getting himself off watching you.
You take a deep breath, the words coming out of you almost before you can stop them, “do you want to?”
His eyes snap back to you, waiting for you to laugh or reveal its some kind of joke. When you don’t he swallows dryly, the flush in his cheeks darkening, “w-w-what do you mean?”
“I mean, you don’t have to do anything that will make you uncomfortable,” you explain lightly, “but your first time is really a learning experience, and should be special, and with someone who really cares about you and who you care about and will take good care of you.”
You don’t move closer, don’t reach out to touch him, just watch him. You can see him floundering.
Maybe it had been a mistake to ask, maybe you should just take it back apologize and leave him be.
But then ever so softly he breathes, “so you’re saying… have my first time with you?”
“I get if it’s too weird for you, since I’m dating Jimin and have done stuff with some of the other members, so I understand if I’m too… loose, for you,” you quickly digress, “but maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry Kook.”
You stand to leave but before you can move away from the bed his fingers curl lightly around your wrist. When you turn back to face him he isn’t looking at you, his head hanging between his shoulders.
“I don’t think you’re too ‘loose’, I didn’t realize, the way I’d been acting was making you think I felt that way I-” he raises his head to look up at you, his eyes a bit sad and the flush fading from his cheeks, “I might not completely get it but I don’t think it’s wrong. I mean, you trust the guys, and being with them, they must make you feel good and safe.”
You nod at his words and he reaches out to take your hand in both of his, yours small enough to completely disappear within his grip.
“And that’s why you want my first to be with you, because you know I trust you, and you know you’ll make me feel good and safe too.”
“Yeah,” you breathe, “that’s exactly right.”
“But what about Jimin, and what about after what if… what if I want to do it, with you, again?” He looks away again, his eyes trained hard on the hands holding yours.
“Yoongi-oppa and I still, meet, sometimes,” you explain, trying to ignore the blush you feel when he raises his brows up at you, “Jimin doesn’t seem to mind it as long as he’s there the whole time.”
“When did you start calling Yoongi-hyung, ‘oppa’?” A slight smile pulls at his lips when you feel your cheeks burn.
“When he started asking me too,” you murmur reluctantly, not even realizing you had let it slip out of habit.
Jungkook chuckles softly, letting go of your hands to lean back on the bed, “and you really don’t think Jimin-hyung will mind?”
“Guess I’ll have to ask to find out,” you shrug, trying not to show how nervous you actually are as you step out of the room. Every other time it’s been Jimin’s idea, or Jimin has been the one to approach you with the idea. You’ve never gone to him asking to try anything with anyone, and it’s different somehow. So much more nerve-wracking.
“Hey Jimin?” You call softly from the entry to the hallway, just peaking your head into the living room. He’s still sitting on the couch, but his eyes move curiously over to you immediately upon hearing his name, “can I talk to you?”
He rises quickly, passing Yoongi who has fallen hard asleep in the chair in front of the tv. Hoseok must have gone back to his room.
You take his hand and lead him down the hallway, closing the door softly behind you as you both step into the room. Jimin glances over at Jungkook who’s sitting on the edge of the bed, once again looking anxious, then looks back to you, one brow raised in question. You take a deep breath, giving yourself a minute to decide how exactly you want to say this.
“You see,” you start, deciding to mimic his words from when he had first presented the idea of sleeping with Yoongi, “Jungkook and I were just talking, and I decided I wanted to show him what it’s like to, well, have sex with a girl.”
Jimin glances at Jungkook who’s blushing furiously down at the floor before turning back to you with one arched brow. He doesn’t look upset, just curious, but he remains silent.
You step closer to him, pressing your hands against his chest and adding, “you know I’d never do anything you aren’t ok with too, I just want to make sure his first time is special.”
He looks down at you a moment longer before smiling warmly down at you, brushing his fingers over your cheek, “I know you wouldn’t baby. I’m ok with it, as long as Kookie lets me stay.”
Jungkook gapes over at him, unable to make the words come out so instead he simply gulps and nods his head.
“You let me know when you’re ready ok? I’ll give you some time to-”
“Can we do it now?” Jungkook asks suddenly and you blink over at him in surprise. But then he shifts slightly and you can see he’s already been actively hiding the growing bulge in his pants and Jimin chuckles softly beside you.
You cross over to him and reoccupy the space next to him on the bed. He shifts looking shyly up at you through his lashes, “are you sure you want to do this Jungkook, really think about it.”
He takes a deep, slightly shaky breath before barely exhaling out the words, “I’m sure.”
“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You whisper as you place your fingers gently on his cheek and the touch nearly makes him jump.
He nods his head yes, a bit stiffly and with his eyes down and you don’t really believe him but decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. You lean slowly forward and you can feel his shaky breathing hitch, “I’m going to kiss you now, ok?”
This time when he nods you press your lips to his, keeping your hand gentle and light against his cheek. The kiss you share with him is the softest kiss you’ve ever had. It’s such a gentle, barely there, almost teasing press of lips to one another, pulling away ever so slightly every now and then to let the boy even his breathing. You run your tongue softly over his bottom lip, just to see how he’ll react, and his lips instantly part softly. You meet each other in the middle, your tongues pressing together and he reaches up to gently cup your face.
You let him deepen the kiss, though it doesn’t really become any less gentle or soft, just slightly more needy. You push him back onto the bed and he easily gives under your touch, collapsing against the mattress.
Straddling his waist, you kiss him a little bit longer on the lips before letting your mouth trail down his jaw. He sighs as you press light kisses along his jaw before moving down to his neck. You pause for a moment before lightly brushing your tongue against the sensitive skin and he jumps, gripping hard at your arms. You repeat the action before sucking lightly on the skin and he lets out an airy moan. You make sure you don’t suck hard enough to leave lasting marks, but you paint his neck in little red spots, his fingers now curled tightly in your hair.
“Noona, please,” he pants and you sit up to look down at him. His chest is rising and falling far too quickly to be normal, and he has that same flush and glazed eyes and swollen lips from that night and your core suddenly warms.
You help him strip from his clothes, but he stops you before you can climb back on top of him, saying breathlessly, “wait, I want to see you too.”
You flush, but slowly remove each article of clothing, crawling back over him once you’re completely bare. His eyes are stuck hard to your body, swallowing thickly and licking his lips as you straddle his waist again.
“You can touch me Jungkook,” you breathe, taking his hands and resting them lightly on your hips, “it’s actually encouraged.”
Jimin giggles softly from the other side of the room and Jungkook’s cheeks go a deep shade of red. But his hands move lightly up your sides, hesitating for a moment before brushing over your breasts. You bite lightly on your lower lip as he massages them gently, watching in wonder as his hands curl and mold around the soft flesh.
You shift slightly so you can curl your fingers around him and he lets out a choked sound at your touch, his hands quickly gripping at your arms.
“Oh, Jungkookie, you’re already so hard,” you breathe, using the precum leaking from him as lubricant as you slowly begin to pump him. He’s so hard you’re really not sure how he’s managed to stay still so long, his cock red and swollen, “doesn't it hurt baby?”
“Oh fuck, noona please,” it comes out desperate and strained, his soft voice sounding absolutely delightful in that breathless whine.
“Please what baby boy?” You tease, pumping him even slower and he lets out a frustrated whimper. You’ve never particularly been a dominant person, you usually prefer not to be, but for whatever reason, with Jungkook whining and needy beneath you, in that moment you don’t mind being a bit dominant.
“God, anything, just do anything please,” he gasps, gripping hard at the sheets, afraid to hurt you by grabbing you that tightly.
You move your hand away from him, but lean down to kiss him before he can complain. This kiss is slightly harder, hungrier, though you’re not sure on whose end the change in pace is coming from. This time when you move your lips to his neck, you continue down his toned torso. He groans, his fingers knotting lightly in your hair as you move lower down his abdomen. It’s tempting to tease, but you decide not to be so cruel, gently flicking your tongue against the head of his cock.
“Oh shit, noona wait, don’t,” the words rush out of him, breathless and shaky as he leans up to look down at you, “I’ll cum if you do that.”
“That’s ok,” you reach up to press one hand against his chest, encouraging him to lay back down, “you can cum in my mouth.”
He gapes at you, but quickly collapses back against the mattress, letting out a shaky breath as you curl your lips around him. You start slow and light, not wanting to overwhelm him too quickly as you bob your head rhythmically up and down. His fingers are back in your hair, not pulling or pushing but just, holding as he moans quietly.
Gradually you pick up the pace, hollowing your cheeks as you pick up suction and move further down on him.
“I’m really close,” he pants, so you take a deep breath through your nose and take him as far into your throat as you can.
He lets out a high-pitched, airy moan, his entire body tensing and he tugs sharply on your hair as he fills up your mouth. You wait until you’re sure he’s done before swallowing down the bitter white liquid and sitting up. You lick your lips to make sure you didn’t miss any before crawling back up his body.
You smooth his hair back from his face as he tries to catch his breath, brushing your fingers lightly and comfortingly against his face. His hands come up to rest loosely on your waist, looking up at you as his breathing finally begins to even out.
“You’ve never called me noona that much before,” you muse softly, “does it turn you on to call me that?”
If his face isn’t already as red as it can be you’re sure he’d flush more, “I-I guess so, but if you don’t like it I’ll stop.”
“No it’s ok, you can call me whatever you want, baby boy,” you smirk down at him and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth.
“N-noona?”
“Mhm?”
“I-I want to make you feel g-good now too,” he stutters shyly beneath you and you can’t help but smile down at him. Man, he’s cute.
You nod and he shifts easily so you’ve switched positions, him now above you, kneeling between your legs.
He licks his lips nervously, a question right on the tip of his tongue but you pull him down to kiss you before he can ask it. He leans into you, not pressing his entire weight down on you, but the slight pressure is pleasant and you curl your fingers into his hair. He mimics your actions from earlier, planting butterfly kisses along your jaw and neck before sucking lightly on the skin. You sigh softly, encouraging him as his mouth moves further down. He hesitates for a moment before once more curling his fingers around your breast, carefully pressing his lips around your nipple.
You moan lightly as he sucks at the sensitive flesh, running his tongue against the soft skin. He gives just as much attention to the other breast before pulling away, licking his lips and looking down at you, “what should I-”
“Start with your fingers,” you breathe as he trails his hands up your thigh, “just one at first, ok?”
He nods, placing another quick kiss to your lips before moving his hand between your legs. He presses a finger between your folds and you can’t help the shaky breath that leaves you. You hadn’t even realized how wet you are until you feel him sliding easily against you.
He presses his middle finger lightly against your entrance, pausing for a moment before slowly pushing the finger inside of you. He makes a slight sound at the tight-wetness of you around his finger, biting his lower lip. He continues to slide the finger slowly in and out of you and you curl your fingers hard into his shoulders.
“Ok, now add another finger,” you breathe and he obeys very carefully, moving slowly to be sure not to hurt you. You close your eyes as your body adjusts to the stretch and feeling of his long lean fingers.
“Now, curl your fingers like this,” you make the motion for him to copy with his own fingers. He follows the motion slowly, doing it again more quickly when he sees it won’t hurt you and you gasp as he brushes right up against your spot.
“Ah, good, Jungkook just keep doing that,” you pant and he happily obeys, alternating between soft and fast and hard and slow and fast and hard to see which combination draws the best reaction from you.
“Noona, you’re so soft,” he whispers down at you as you feel your core beginning to tighten, the knot slowly building up inside you and you bite back a moan, “how come every part of you feels so soft and good?”
“Oh, baby, don’t stop I’m really close,” you gasp, curling your fingers hard into the hair at the nape of his neck. You can’t hold back your moans any more, letting them slip past your lips as the warmth in your core spreads. He curls his fingers into you, hitting that spot one last time and every inch of you tenses, then releases, a soft whine leaving you as you cum around his fingers.
He leaves his fingers inside of you for a moment, his lips parting softly in wonder as he feels you tighten around him.
He slides his fingers out of you, glancing at your wetness on his fingers before hesitantly bringing the digits to his lips. Copying what he had seen Jimin do, he slowly places his fingers against his tongue, before curling his lips around them, looking thoughtful. He pulls his fingers from his mouth before glancing over at Jimin, “it doesn’t really taste much like anything.”
“It’s better that way,” Jimin chuckles softly and you feel yourself flush.
“Did I do good noona?” Jungkook asks brightly, quickly turning his attention back to you, leaning over you so his face is even with yours.
“Yeah, you did really good Kookie,” you smile up at him, brushing your fingers through his hair. He flushes lightly at the praise but looks pleased all the same.
The two of you stay like that for another moment, simply enjoying each other’s touch before he clears his throat, “uh, noona, I-um, can I- I want to uh, be inside of you.”
You and Jimin can’t help but giggle as he stumbles shyly over the words, his face slowly turning a deep shade of red. You take his face between your hands, gently squeezing his cheeks, “you’re lucky you’re so cute.”
He pouts slight but only for a moment, frowning over at Jimin as he stands and leaves the room. He’s only gone for a second, returning and tossing a condom, which Jungkook deftly catches, “have you ever used one before?”
“I know how to use a condom,” he grumbles at Jimin who simply shrugs and drops back into the computer chair.
His hands shake slightly as he slides it on, but overall the process goes fairly smoothly before he settles back between your legs. He blinks down at you, brown eyes round and soft as he asks, “are you sure this is ok?”
“I’m positive,” you assure him gently, pulling him down for another brief but sweet kiss.
He presses his forehead to yours as he aligns himself with you. He takes a deep breath before slowly pushing into you. He moans airily and you bite your lip as he pushes himself all the way into you. He’s bigger, just in general, than any of the others have been, and it takes you a while to adjust to his size, but thankfully he takes your fingers digging into his back as a sign to wait.
“Is this ok, am I hurting you, should we stop?” He gently reaches up to smooth your hair out of your face, his brows furrowed as he looks down at you.
“It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt, just give me a second,” you breathe and he nods, but you can see how much he’s straining trying to hold still.
You wait another moment, waiting until some of the discomfort ebbs before breathing, “ok, you can move now.”
Carefully and slowly he begins pushing in and out of you, his eyes twisting closed and lips parting, “shit, noona you feel really good. I- I don’t think I’ll last that long.”
“Don’t worry about that,” you breathe, pushing his hair out of his face, “just enjoy it baby boy.”
He groans at your words, his hips snapping a bit faster in and out of you and you can’t help but let out broken moans, “you’re so fucking sexy noona, shit.”
His breathing is fast and ragged, his face twisted and strained, his thrusts beginning to lose rhythm and he lets out a low whine.
“That’s right,” you gasp up at him seeing how close he is, tugging lightly on his hair, “cum for me baby boy.”
“Fuck,” he chokes, pressing his face into your neck as he moans something that sounds vaguely like your name, his hips losing all semblance of a pattern as he reaches his high. He finally stills, breathing hard and heavy against your neck and you run your fingers soothingly through his hair and over his back.
“Good boy,” you breathe, pressing a light kiss to his temple and he simply groans in response, still clinging to you.
After placing one last kiss on your lips, he pulls carefully out of you, moving to toss the condom in the bin. While he’s on his feet he stretches, letting out a long breath and looking back over at you rather sleepily.
You roll onto your side and pat the bed, and he lays down beside you, his eyes flickering over your face as you ask, “was that ok for you?”
“Of course,” he breathes incredulously, he almost laughs the words, “it was great, you-you’re really great.”
“Good,” you smile softly at him, brushing your fingers over his cheek, “I’m glad. You’re looking awfully sleepy, so we’ll leave you to nap.”
You place a soft kiss on his forehead before moving off the bed and sliding into your clothes. Jimin rises once your dressed, wrapping an arm lightly around your waist as you move for the door.
“Hey noona?” Jungkook calls softly and you both turn back to look at him where he lays sprawled out on the mattress, “thanks.”
“Sweet dreams Jungkook,” you smile back at him before letting Jimin lead you out of the room, closing the door softly behind the two of you.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that,” he whispers darkly, pressing you against the wall, “baby boy?”
“I’m not usually in a position where the person I’m with has less sexual experience than me,” you breathe, the air sticking in your throat as he leans into you, “why did you like it?”
“No,” he smirks down at you and you swallow down a moan as his hand curls around your throat, “I think it just made me realize how much I like you being the one begging and desperate. I love watching you fall apart.”
“Fuck, Jimin,” you gasp, a new and intense wave of need burning through your core and you press your thighs together.
“That can be arranged,” he grins before easily tossing you over his shoulder and you cover your mouth to keep from squealing. Giggling as he carries you off down the hall.