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Football practice.
Every lunch break you knew that’s where you could find Hoseok.
She sat upon the bleachers every lunch period watching the many muscular, sweaty jocks running back and forth on the field much to her reluctance. Hoseok's friends Jimin and Namjoon drag her out here with them even despite her protest.
Boys never really piqued her interest, well at least not in the way they did for her friends who were currently all wide eyed and crazed over them as they collided with each other on the turf. Sure Hoseok liked boys, but being crazy over them seemed unnecessary to her or at least that’s what her parents told her.
“What do I always tell you dear?”
“Boy’s won’t pay your bills, hard work and an education will.”
Hoseok always cringed at her mothers advice. Such a thing seemed obvious, so what was the point in stressing it so much? But then again, the advice has proven to have worked so who’s she to say it wasn’t effective.
Her mother never needed to harp on Hoseok much about the subject though as she was a level-headed, obedient girl as is. But ever since Jimin and Namjoon came into the picture it seemed the principle was being stressed again.
It was obvious Hoseok’s mother wasn’t too keen on the idea of Jimin and Namjoon being friends with her daughter, being with how shameless they both were, but she let it go. Choosing to watch the situation closely instead of micro-managing her daughter's life. She just wanted Hoseok to be happy.
And Hoseok was. Even though at times she felt a little out of place with her group, she still loved their friendship. Sure they were different in the way they expressed themselves, but they shared a chemistry best friends would have. And opposites attract, at least that’s what Hoseok's heard.
“Woohoo go Jungkook!” Hoseok's thoughts are interrupted by Jimin’s enthusiastic cheer. She’s standing up on the bleachers, waving her hands in the air, gaining the attention of Jungkook on the field who was gearing up to tackle his teammate. Hoseok watched as he flashed Jimin a smile. “Beat his ass baby!”
Beside Hoseok, Namjoon laughed, taking a bite of her salad. “This isn’t a boxing match, Jimin. He’s not supposed to be beating ass. And it’s just practice. Why are you cheering?”
“Oh shut up” Jimin sneered, playfully slapping Namjoon’s shoulder as she plopped back down onto the bleachers. Tightening the elastic around her long blonde locks before looking over to Namjoon. “I take the role of supportive girlfriend quite seriously, if you couldn’t already tell.”
“Yeah and that’s why we had to drag poor Hoseok out here on her birthday” Namjoon chuckled, looking over at Hoseok who flashed her a half-hearted smile. “Poor baby wanted to go to the library.”
Namjoon and Jimin both cooed, pulling at her cheeks and pinching her arm. Laughing, Hoseok swatted their grabbing hands away.
Despite Namjoon and Jimin only being a year older than Hoseok, the two always babied her. Of course it was all in good fun, Hoseok didn’t mind them making a fuss over her. It made her feel protected and cared for. It felt nice knowing her friends would always be there to look out for her, even if that meant putting up with their antics every now and again.
Jimin came up behind Hoseok, wrapping her arms around her waist and coming close to her ear. “I have something way better than books for you, my dear” Jimin whispered against her skin.
“Ah Jimin-ah stop” Hoseok whined, getting embarrassed at her friend's forwardness. She thought she’d be used to Jimin’s boldness by now, but she’s proven to be full of surprises.
Hoseok watched as Jimin retreated back to her backpack, unzipping it and reaching inside, producing a black sling pouch.
“Happy birthday” Jimin mused, a mischievous smile gracing her lips as she tossed the pouch to Hoseok. It almost knocked her glasses off of her face but Hoseok was able to catch it. Her hands enclosing the outline of the object that was wrapped in the fabric.
The shape was cylindrical. It was heavy. What did Jimin get her? Hairspray?
Hoseok carefully opened the sling and reached inside, pulling out the object in question. Her eyes went wide in realization.
Beside her, both Namjoon and Jimin giggled at her innocent reaction. “Looks like you're going to have a super sweet sixteen” Namjoon teased as Hoseok hurriedly shoved the item back into the bag.
“Jimin I can’t take this! How’d you even get a thing like this!” Hoseok frantically questioned, looking around sheepishly to make sure no one saw.
“Oh don’t be such a prude Hobi” Jimin scoffed, walking back over to her friend and sitting down beside her. “You’ve got to try it. It’s nothing like your little fingers can do. It’ll blow your fucking mind.”
“Wha—fingers? What do you mean?” Hoseok asked curiously, shyly looking down at her fidgeting hands in her lap.
“Wait have you never done it before?” Jimin gasped, her smile widening, looking even more amused.
Hoseok’s curiosity piqued. What could Jimin possibly be referring to? “Done what?”
Jimin burst out into laughter at that, slapping Hoseok’s exposed thigh with mirth. “Jimin-ah, what are you talking about?” Hoseok whined, wanting to understand why this was so funny.
“Ah don’t tease her like that Jimin,” Namjoon chuckled, her focus still glued to the boys on the field as she ate her salad absentmindedly.
Finally Jimin was able to regain her posture, her giggling fit subsiding leaving nothing but the sounds of the coach directing the boys on the field and the cicadas screeching in the distance. Hoseok looked at her friend expectantly.
“Have you never touched yourself, Hoseok?” Jimin asked, the mischievous smile returning to her plump lips.
Hoseok’s cheeks immediately flushed red. She wasn’t sure she completely understood what her friend was asking. Of course Hoseok’s touched herself, how else is she supposed to wash her body in the shower? But based on the way Jimin asked, Hoseok’s not sure they are thinking of the same thing. “What do you mean?”
“Seriously Hobah!” Jimin gaped, looking at her friend in disbelief. “God, you poor thing. Your mother sure does keep you sheltered.”
Hoseok slumped her shoulders down at that. Jimin was right of course, Hoseok knew that. But she didn't like how Jimin would always remind her. It wasn’t her fault her mother kept her in a bubble.
Jimin sighed as she observed her friend's defeated expression. “Okay okay, all joking aside, I’m talking about masturbating.”
“I don’t know what that is” Hoseok whined, pouting at how pathetic she must sound.
“Jimin do you really have to have this conversation now” Namjoon sighed, her lunch suddenly becoming unappetizing at the mention of the topic. “Not in front of my salad.”
“Oh stop Namjoon, as Hoseok’s unnies we need to educate her every chance we can!” Jimin beamed. “So uh how do I explain this…”
Hoseok waited patiently, watching as her friend thought of a way to describe whatever this thing was. She jumped slightly as Jimin made an over exaggerated gasp of realization. “That’s it! Hobi, of course you know what sex is, right?”
“Y-yes” Hoseok hesitantly replied, embarrassment overcoming her.
“And you know how it’s done right?”
“Yes Jimin” she whined, wanting this conversation to be over already.
Jimin giggled. “Good. Well masturbation is kind of like sex, just without the other person,” the blonde inched closer to Hoseok, getting level with her ear again. “You touch yourself in all the places you’d want someone else to touch you, and it feels so good—
“Okay! Enough this is so embarrassing” Hoseok interrupted, throwing her hands up to cover her scarlet cheeks.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about” Jimin reassured her friend, pulling her hands away from her face to make eye contact with her. “It’s not bad either. Everyone does it and it’s a natural thing. So I got you this,” Jimin reached over Hoseok, grabbing the pouch and pulling the object out despite Hoseok’s protest. “It’s really quiet so don’t worry about anyone hearing it, although I can’t guarantee you’ll be as quiet.”
Hoseok began to whine again. “No no, wait. Just trust me, take it home and try it out…if you want to, okay?” Jimin suggested, cocking a brow at her.
“Fine, can you just put it away!” Hoseok sighed, very much over this conversation now.
Jimin squealed with excitement, pulling Hoseok into a hug and littering her cheek with kisses. “That a girl!”
When Jimin finally let up on her, Hoseok quickly shoved the purple object back into the pouch, hiding it at the bottom of her bag.
Football practice was finally over, meaning so was her lunch break. So Hoseok got up and said her goodbyes to Namjoon, not bothering to interrupt Jimin who was now actively making out with her boyfriend Jungkook who had ran up the bleachers to meet her.
She just walked by them and made her way back to class, feeling more on edge now that she was hiding such an inappropriate object inside her bag.
Hoseok's backpack never left her side for the rest of the day in fear that a teacher or a student would somehow have X-ray vision and see it laying inside the pouch. It was irrational to think but Hoseok couldn’t help but worry.
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The end of the school day came and went. Hoseok met up with her friends one last time before departing school for the weekend.
The heat was sweltering against Hoseok’s uniform clad body as she trudged home along the sidewalk. She finally couldn’t stand it anymore, pulling her blazer off and carrying it at her side.
As she walked down the sidewalk she passed by a group of little girls playing with sidewalk chalk, drawing little flowers onto the cement. So cute and innocent.
‘That’s probably how Jimin and Namjoon see me’ Hoseok thought to herself thinking back to their conversation at lunch.
Hoseok would be lying if she said she wasn’t intrigued by the thought of following through with Jimin’s suggestion. Thinking about the analogy her friend used to describe what such an act was like made Hoseok feel a strange warmness in her stomach.
As she thought back to a sex scene she saw in a movie her sister and her older friend were watching one night when they were having a sleep over Hoseok couldn’t ignore the butterflies the erupted in her belly.
Her lip caught between her teeth as she recalled the bare skin of the actors grinding against one another. The sounds of their lips interlocking, and the gasps of the women when the man began to move his lips south on her body. Hoseok remembered getting up and leaving the room at that, causing her sister and her friend to break out into laughter and coo at her as she scurried to the bathroom. Hoseok could’ve sworn she peed herself based on the tingly sensation she felt between her legs after watching the scene unfold on the screen. Her sister never let her live it down, teasing her about whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Hoseok laughed to herself at what her sister's reaction would be if she found out she didn’t know what masturbating was. She’d most definitely tease her to death about that too.
It wasn’t long before Hoseok was finally on her front porch, turning the key in the lock and entering the cool bliss that was her air conditioned home.
“Happy birthday!”
She had barely stepped inside before she was enveloped in a hug. Her sister’s arms wrapping around her small frame and squeezing. Behind her Hoseok could see her parents smiling from the kitchen.
“Happy birthday, dear” Hoseok’s father said, as he was preparing something on the stovetop. Most likely the birthday dinner Hoseok was promised.
Her sister released her hold on Hoseok, only to ruffle Hoseok's long brown locks. “How was your first day as a sixteen year old, kiddo?”
Hoseok rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh as she kicked her shoes off. “Why is everything you say so cringey?”
“Hey! That’s what big sisters do, they embarrass their younger ones” Hoseok’s sister laughed.
“Jiwoo, give your sister a break on her birthday at least” Hoseok’s mother laughed, gesturing for the older to go into the garage. “And go get the cake from the freezer for me, please.”
Jiwoo complied, following her mother’s request giving Hoseok a chance to breathe.
“Hi dear, happy birthday” Hoseok’s mother mused, pulling her daughter in for a hug. “How was school today?”
Hoseok was about to set her backpack down on the seat at the kitchen counter but then she remembered what lay inside of it. The urge to go hide it in her room presenting itself. “Y-yeah it was good. Mr. Choi insisted on having the whole class sing happy birthday to me” Hoseok laughed, trying to cover her nerves.
“Oh my, that was nice of him” her mother grinned, returning back to the kitchen, continuing to prepare the dinner. “Why don’t you go get changed and I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready, okay?”
“Okay mom” Hoseok smiled, thanking her lucky stars that she didn’t have to make her own awkward escape.
Leaving her parents behind in the kitchen she ran upstairs to her room, carefully shutting the door behind her, letting out a breath of relief when she was finally in the safety of her own company.
Walking over to her bed, she plopped down onto the puffy surface setting her backpack down beside her. Hoseok didn’t hesitate to pull out the gift Jimin had given her, finally able to inspect it without worrying about the lurking eyes of others.
Feeling around in her bag and pulling out the satin pouch, she opened it up and pulled out the object.
It was purple, long and slightly curved. It resembled that of what Hoseok knew to be a penis. Something like this was very hard to mistake, even for someone as innocent as she was.
Letting her hands travel carefully over the silicone surface, her fingers found it’s base. She felt little buttons on the flat base, absentmindedly pressing them only for the object to start vibrating. Hoseok gasped, quickly turning it off again and throwing it to her cushions.
“Damnit Jimin” Hoseok muttered under her breath. How the hell would she explain this to her parents if they ever found it?
Hoseok sat on her bed, contemplating what she should do right now. She couldn’t ignore the fact that she was eager to experience this whole masturbation thing, especially after Jimin hyped it up so much. But the only thing was, she wasn’t sure where to start.
A thought popped into her mind and she hummed in realization. Reaching for her phone she opened up the search engine and began typing in the search bar.
Masturbation.
Hoseok clicked on the first result that came up, redirecting her to a website filled with naked women and lewd advertisements. She almost dropped her phone at the sight. Hoseok would most definitely have to clear her search history because her mother would have a fit if she saw her daughter was visiting a site like this.
Making sure the volume on her phone was off, Hoseok cautiously pressed play on the video. When it loaded up she was graced with the sight of a naked young woman sitting in a chair. Her legs spread wide, ankles resting on the arms of the chair as her core was on display, soaking wet.
Hoseok immediately felt her core tighten at the sight. She’s never seen anything like this before.
Closely watching the woman on the screen as her hand travelled down to her exposed heat, Hoseok pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the growing sensation in her core.
The woman on the screens’ mouth fell open, her face contorting in pleasure as her digits circled the pink bud of her core. Hoseok whimpered at the sight. Feeling overwhelmed as the feeling between her thighs grew more and more, becoming almost unbearable. She so badly wanted to ease the burning sensation.
Placing the phone onto her bed, Hoseok spread her legs, letting her feet find their footing on the frame of her bed. Hesitantly she let her hand travel down between her thighs, continuing to watch the women do the same on the screen until her digits met the soaked cloth of her panties.
Hoseok was shocked at the amount of wetness that soaked through her panties, quickly pulling her skirt up and looking down at the wet fabric. She watched her hand as she slid her finger over the wet patch again, shuddering at the tingles the touch sent through her body. The feeling was euphoric.
She began to rub circles over the fabric, just as the women on the screen had, the feeling causing her to squirm. Pressing into the wetness as her hips began to rut up into her touch.
Her circles grew deeper and quicker as Hoseok got lost in the feeling. The tingly sensation mixed with the hot, wetness of her pussy had her whining.
Hoseok felt herself growing needier, no longer needing the direction of the video, just allowing her growing lust to direct her. She shut her phone off, shoving it to the side as she began to unbutton her blouse.
Letting the material fall off her shoulders, she discarded her blouse onto her bed. Her pink lace bra now on display. Hoseok never took much notice of her breasts, always just covering them up in her clothes. But now she finally felt inclined to observe them.
They weren’t that large, but they were perky and taught. Having a little bounce to them as Hoseok began cupping them and moving them up and down.
She unbuckled the latch and slipped the straps down, letting the material fall to her lap. Hoseok let her fingertips caress her breasts, gasping slightly as they passed over her nipples.
Playing with them a little more, Hoseok pinched and rubbed the erect pink buds. Feeling the pool of warmth grow larger in her panties as she did so.
Hoseok then became aware of the tight kilt restricting her waist. So she unbuttoned it, kicking it off and leaving her in nothing but her white knee socks and soaked panties.
It felt like electricity was flowing through her veins as her excitement grew. Hoseok felt so dirty caressing her naked body alone in her bedroom while her family was downstairs. The risk of being caught both scared and enticed her at the same time, these feelings only adding to her growing arousal.
Letting her dominant hand travel back down to her throbbing heat, Hoseok let her hand dip beneath the waistband of her panties, trailing over the small patch of pubic hair before meeting wet, fleshy folds.
Hoseok’s eyes went wide before they narrowed again in pleasure at the intense sensation of her digit circling her bare sensitive bud. She couldn’t help but moan quietly as she began to rub more purposely at her swollen clit.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on her desk that sat across from her bed. Hoseok felt a surge of tingles erupt in her core as she drank in the sight of her naked body. Watching as her hand worked relentlessly under the fabric of her panties, while the other one pinched the nipple of her breast. Her thighs spread wide. The sight of herself made a whimper escape her.
The panties were now getting in the way, Hoseok wanted to rub herself with as little restriction as possible. Sliding them down her thighs, she then leaned back further on the bed. Using the wall behind her for support as she spread her legs, letting them hang up in the air by her sides.
Her hand was vigorously working at her heat now, the pleasure taking over her body and controlling it against her will. Eyes screwed shut and mouth agape as the new sensation engulfed her whole body.
She felt her finger probe at her entrance, slowly sticking it in causing her to wince a little at the foreign feeling, but getting used to it after a few dips.
Hoseok had to slow her hand movements down as the act of her fingers fucking herself created wet squelching noises. She hadn’t completely forgotten about her family downstairs yet and she was sure if she kept going the noises would only get louder and be sure to draw some attention.
As she continued, Hoseok felt needier and needier. Craving for more of this pleasure she was already experiencing. She caught sight of the purple object laying beside her on the cushions.
‘That will definitely do’ Hoseok thought, reaching over and retrieving it. She excitedly caressed it, eyes hungrily roaming over it before bringing it down to her heat.
She gasped when the cold silicone met her hot, throbbing pussy. Beginning to rub the tip of it around her pulsating bud, causing her toes to curl from the feeling.
Her thumb found the button at the base of the object and she pressed down on it, causing the purple length to begin vibrating.
Hoseok nearly yelped from the sudden intense sensation, bringing her free hand up to cover her mouth as her hips rocked against the plush of her comforter.
At this point Hoseok felt her whole body start to numb and tingle, hand working the object into her wet hole, no longer caring about the squelching noise that followed. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head as her mouth tried to formulate silent words of encouragement.
“Oh my god” Hoseok gasped, her hips meeting the thrusts she created with the vibrating length. Using her elbow to prop herself up so she could watch how she fucked herself with the object.
She started to feel a blissful buildup of sensations spread all throughout her body. It was the most amazing thing Hoseok's ever felt, so much so she couldn’t even comprehend it.
A warm heat quickly built up in her pussy, feeling her hole tighten around the length, making the object harder to thrust into herself. She felt like she was going to pee everywhere but that didn’t stop her from chasing the foreign sensation.
Hoseok felt like she was going to explode, the accumulation now too much for her but then suddenly she felt the best release she’s ever experienced in her life.
Warmth gushed from her core, splattering all over the hardwood floor as her whole body shook and tensed simultaneously. Her eyes screwed shut as her toes curled and her hips twitched.
She never felt so good before, just laying there in a blissful stillness as she came down from her high, feeling a warm liquid drip from her still pulsating pussy . Hoseok's eyes began to feel heavy now, tired from all her work. Letting them close, Hoseok felt like she was about to drift off...that is until she heard a familiar voice.
“Hoseok dear, dinner’s ready!” Hoseok’s mother called, her nearing footsteps now becoming apparent to Hoseok.
Quickly sitting up and shoving the purple length under her pillows, Hoseok was about to get up and quickly cover herself but she was graced with the sight of a huge puddle of liquid all over the floor by her bed.
“Shit” she cursed under her breath, hearing her mother’s footsteps right by her door and then a dreaded knock. “One minute mom!”
Hoseok noticed her water bottle in her bag and quickly opened it, throwing it to the floor where the puddle lay. She grabbed her blouse and threw it over herself and quickly retrieved her panties and bra, shoving them under the pillows just in time for her mother to open the door.
“Sorry mom I just spilled my water” Hoseok frantically apologized, as she held her skirt over her naked lower half. “I knocked it over as I was getting undressed.”
“Oh sweetie it’s okay, just clean it up and come down afterwards” her mother reassured, seemingly believing Hoseok’s cover up story. “We are waiting at the table, okay.”
Hoseok smiled wearily. “Okay mom, thanks.”
And with that she closed the door behind her and walked back down the hall. Hoseok let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in.
‘Holy crap that was so close’ She thought to herself.
Hoseok quickly grabbed a towel off the back of her door and used it to soak up her mess.
It all happened so quickly Hoseok didn’t even get a chance to process what happened. Did she just pee everywhere? What the hell even was that?
All she knew was that whatever it was felt so amazing and she’d definitely do it again. Jimin was right after all. However, the next time Hoseok plans to do it, she’ll have to do it in the bathtub to avoid the cleanup.
Wiping up the rest of the puddle, Hoseok discarded the wet towel in the laundry hamper by her closet. Fishing out a one of her favorite little dresses and throwing it over herself before she quickly exited her room.
When she got downstairs she was greeted with her mother and fathers smiling faces, her sister holding a cake with six lit candles on the top.
“Happy sweet sixteen, Hobi!”
Hoseok giggled shyly at his sister's familiar choice of words. They reminded her of what Namjoon had said earlier. Blowing out the candles, Hoseok joined her family at the table as if she hadn’t just fucked herself in her bedroom five minutes ago.
‘A super sweet sixteen, indeed’ Hoseok thought.