Jungkook closes the door behind him, a giddy smile on his face. He presses his back against it and breathes, shuddering at the memory of how sweet and attentive Namjoon had been to him.
Surprisingly, he had been the toughest in the group to crack.
He had been so firm on boundaries and responsibility, on his role as the leader. His hyung was really such a good person. Maybe Jungkook shouldn’t have been surprised, but even Seokjin had caved in quicker when Jungkook had shyly asked him if he could be his first.
Seokjin had been so guilty too. But still so, so determined to make things good for Jungkook. All his hyungs had been.
They had all taken such very good care of him. Made him feel cherished and loved with how gentle and tender they touched him. Jungkook covers his face to hide his giddy smile.
Maybe it’s wrong to lie. But...Jungkook’s grown addicted to the way people touch him when they think he’s a virgin. Especially when it’s people who care about him.
Jungkook has always been a romantic. There’s nothing more romantic than a first time, except maybe wedding sex, but well. Jungkook will take what he can get.
He opens his eyes and turns, ready to go back to his room and—
“Hyung!” He gasps, stumbling back. Yoongi eyes him quietly, arms crossed across his chest. He looks at Jungkook, a slow up and down assessing him. Jungkook flushes, feels heat gather under his skin.
They stare at each other in silence, Jungkook’s mind racing to—to explain or something. He can’t deny it, he still smells of sex, and his clothes are a mess.
“Did he treat you well?” Yoongi quietly asks, and Jungkook...he doesn’t know what to say. He stares, wide-eyed. “I hope he did.”
He sounds serious, and Jungkook’s frozen when Yoongi steps up closer, enough for him to put a hand on his shoulder.
“Since it’s your first time,” Yoongi says. He raises an eyebrow. "Right?"
All the blood rushes out of Jungkook’s face. Yoongi had been one of the first he had approached, after Jimin and Taehyung. He’d been perfect. So patient and kind, slow and gentle and sweet, the perfect ‘first time’.
But that isn’t important right now because Yoongi knows and—
At the panic on his face, Yoongi squeezes his arm. “Hey, it’s okay. Hyung’s not upset. Do you want to talk in my room?”
Jungkook forces himself to relax, eyes dropping down, and he’s quiet and numb when Yoongi leads him to his bedroom.
He sits down on the edge of Yoongi’s bed, links his hands together in between his thighs.
Yoongi sits down beside him, and very bluntly he says, “Namjoon asked me for advice. That’s how I know.”
Jungkook winces. “Did you...?”
“I didn’t tell him.”
“Sorry,” he whispers to his hands. “I’m not...I’m not playing with any of you like that, it wasn’t meant to be...bad or anything. I understand if you’re upset.”
“I’m not upset. I’m just...a little confused. Do you think you need an excuse for us to sleep with you?”
“No!” Jungkook shakes his head. “I just...I like it.”
Yoongi’s silent, and Jungkook flushes. He figures he needs more detail. “I like it when I don’t have to focus on, I don’t know, being good at sex like everyone expects me to. If you tell people you’re a virgin, they have lower expectations, and if they’re good people, they treat you kindly and gently and take the lead, and I like that. I like pretending. I like when they’re patient and sweet and teach me how to suck dick or whatever.”
His face burns and he shuts up. He already immediately regrets the word vomit, but it’s been resting in his chest for too long.
“I get it,” Yoongi slowly says. “I mean. I can’t lie to you, I don’t get it get it, but I understand where you’re coming from. There’s nothing wrong with pretending you’re a virgin.”
And to Jungkook’s surprise, Yoongi goes a little red, and his hyung scratches his ear. “It was good.”
“What was good?” Jungkook asks, and Yoongi huffs.
“Sex. With you.”
“Oh.” Jungkook presses his thighs together, feels heat burn low even though he came already just less than an hour ago. “Really?”
“You were so sweet.” Yoongi’s voice pitches low, and Jungkook squirms, lets out the tiniest gasp.
“Mhmm. The sweetest. If you only knew how much I enjoyed thinking I was actually your first...” Yoongi trails off.
They look at each other. There’s familiar heat in Yoongi’s eyes, and he reaches out, touches Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook's not really an actor, but it’s easy to put a mask on of shyness and timidity, because he feels it all the same.
Yoongi squeezes, and the whine that comes out of him is choked, high-pitched.
“Hyung,” he says. Yoongi smiles at him, and with his other hand, he reaches up to tuck Jungkook’s hair behind his ear, the motion tender and careful. Jungkook bites his lip.
“You have to be honest though,” Yoongi says. “It’s not fair to Namjoon hyung.”
“I’ll tell them,” Jungkook agrees, just a little ashamed. “I’ll tell the others too.”
“The others?” Yoongi blinks, before understanding quickly fills his eyes. “Ah, Kookie, did you play with your other hyungs too?”
There’s no use denying it, and Jungkook covers his ears and groans. Yoongi laughs. Jungkook winces. He waits until Yoongi's low chuckle dies away, and then Yoongi appraises him.
“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling Jungkook in closer. He brushes Jungkook’s hair back again and then cups his cheek. He just looks at Jungkook for a long few seconds, lazy cat-eyed gaze searing, until Jungkook finds it hard to breathe. His hands bunch the fabric of his pants, and he swallows down the spit, face and entire body hot.
He doesn’t understand what’s happening, why Yoongi is looking at him like that. This is a serious talk, right?
“Has anyone ever kissed you?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, and fire rushes down his spine.
“Hyung.” It comes out a little garbled, Jungkook too surprised. Despite how he was just fucked, his cock stirs in interest.
Yoongi doesn’t budge, only tilts his head and patiently waits.
“I...never,” he croaks out. Yoongi thumbs his bottom lip, eyes dark.
“Can hyung be your first kiss?”
Oh fuck. Oh god. Was this really happening?
“Yes,” he gasps. He expects Yoongi to surge forward with how much lust there is in his eyes, but Yoongi slowly, carefully leans in, and presses their lips together. Chaste and too quick, already drawing away, his breath hot on Jungkook’s mouth.
It's not Jungkook's actual first kiss. It's not even his first kiss with Yoongi, but god. Jungkook feels like it is.
“Okay?” He murmurs, and Jungkook quickly nods.
Yoongi kisses him again, slower this time as he gently tilts Jungkook’s head. Jungkook’s too eager, body thrumming with how much he wants, how much he likes this, and Yoongi has to soothe him, fingers through his hair.
“Less tongue, sweetheart,” he kisses the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. “Slower.”
Jungkook helplessly moans. Yoongi’s just so domineering but so gentle about it, so confident that Jungkook can’t do anything but let himself be guided. He’s pliant, putty in Yoongi’s arms as Yoongi expertly teaches him how to kiss.
Yoongi pulls away, and he smiles at him.
“Lie down, baby,” he says.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whispers. He leans back onto his arms, then all the way down once he’s brought himself to the center of the bed. He swallows, looks up through his lashes. He'd been confused earlier, a little uncertain, but he feels himself slip back into the familiar role he's played so many times already.
“I’ve never done this before,” he says shyly. Yoongi’s eyes flash hot.
“Hyung will take care of you,” he promises.
"Please," Jungkook whimpers.
When Yoongi kisses him again, body on top of his, it’s more heated this time, his hand on Jungkook’s hip scalding. He lets out a quiet gasp into his hyung’s mouth, reaching out for purchase, and Yoongi takes his hand in his, holds it carefully, so achingly, wonderfully tender.
He thinks—if he had the chance, if he could actually do it over, he would have loved to lose his virginity to Yoongi for real. His actual first time had been a little embarrassing, with Jungkook pretending he wasn’t actually a virgin, because they had expected him to already be experienced. It was embarrassing and terrible for everyone involved.
He hadn’t known what he was doing, then, and he’s not quite sure what they’re doing now, what this is, but when Yoongi pulls away from his mouth to suck light kisses down his neck, all he can do is moan, legs pressing tight together, cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering up to the ceiling.
“What do you want hyung to do?” Yoongi asks, letting go of his hand to stroke his side, ruck up his shirt, and press heated fingers against Jungkook’s sensitive side. He can still feel the press of Namjoon's fingers there and it makes him burn, giving it a different quality and layer.
“I want you to be comfortable,” Yoongi murmurs. “Since this is your first time, baby.”
Jungkook whimpers. His gut clenches, and he grabs Yoongi’s hand, directs it in between his legs.
“Touch me here, please,” he whispers, and Yoongi hums as he gently drags his fingers up his clothed, hard length. The feather-light touch is enough to get Jungkook moaning, his eyes squeezing shut.
"Too much?" Yoongi teases. "So sensitive, Kook ah."
It's because he already came, maybe less than half an hour ago onto Namjoon’s sheets. He's not normally this sensitive, really, but he quakes at Yoongi's words and touch. He’s hard again now.
Yoongi touches him fully, squeezing the shaft through his boxers and Jungkook pushes into it, biting down hard on his lip. He slides his hand down the front of his boxers and Jungkook gasps, hips rising. He feels oversensitive, and it’s only adding to the fantasy that this really is his first time.
“Has anyone ever touched you here, sweetheart?” Yoongi asks, fingers sliding against the wet head of his cock, and oh, sweetheart. That’s lovely, that’s so sweet. No one’s called him that before. Jungkook bites his lip, his eyes lowered, and then he shakes his head.
“No one. Just you.” His voice is coming out breathy, all sweet gasps. He's never gone this far in his play. Everyone else—he was honest about at least some of his experience. Handjobs, blowjobs, maybe fingering, he told the other hyungs, choosing based on whimsy.
He's never pretended to—to be completely untouched. To never even have been kissed before.
“Just hyung?” Yoongi repeats, wrapping his hand fully around Jungkook’s length. He’s leaking so much pre, so wet, and the slide of his hand comes so easy. Jungkook shakily nods, breathless at his touch, and Yoongi hums in contentment near his ear, taking the lobe of it to bite down and then immediately soothe it with his tongue.
Jungkook shivers. Yoongi's next words come low, right into his ear. “Have you ever touched anyone, then?”
“No,” Jungkook breathes, and he blushes when Yoongi takes his hand in his and then presses it to the front of his own boxers. He’s hard too, tenting them, and the knowledge that Yoongi wants him, desires him, feels so affected by him makes Jungkook feel hot.
“You want to touch hyung?”
“Yes, please...I want it. Can I?”
Yoongi pushes his boxers down, and it’s not the first time Jungkook’s seen his dick, not even the first or second time he’s touched it, hell, it’s been inside him already, but the tension feels sharp, the moment fraught with it.
“What do you want?” Yoongi patiently asks, and Jungkook swallows. He reaches out, cloaks himself in the shy awkwardness that hides inside him. When he wraps his hand around Yoongi, it feels like a revelation. His own cock throbs heavily in Yoongi’s grip.
He looks up through his eyelashes.
“I’ve never done this before,” he plays, and Yoongi smiles, eyes dark and pleased.
He likes this, Jungkook’s fully realizing now. Likes it a lot.
Sparks skitter down his spine and he bites his lip, widens his eyes a little bit more in a way that makes him look a little more innocent, a little more naive. Yoongi bites his lip, lets it go. Plump and wet.
Fuck, Jungkook thinks again. Fuck.
"You're really..." Yoongi roughly exhales. "God. You're so fucking sweet."
Isn't this perfect, Jungkook wonders, just a little dazed, breathing heavy. Isn't it perfect that Yoongi likes him like this? That they're compatible in this?
"Show me what to do," Jungkook breathes.
“Just follow what hyung does,” Yoongi tells him, low and warm, and Jungkook shakily nods.
He’s really playing into it. He’s being so much more guiding. More considerate, compared to the time they actually had sex. Yoongi had sucked him off then, but Jungkook hadn’t gone so far as to pretend he’s never had a blowjob before. They didn’t treat something as simple as mutual handjobs like this.
Like a first. Like it means something.
It’s helping Jungkook sink deeper into the fantasy, as if this is his first time, in a way he hasn't before. He feels like he’s so lucky to be doing it with such a caring, gentle, guiding hyung instead of fumbling awkwardly with someone his age.
Yoongi lies down on his side, their arms pressed close to each other. Warm skin against skin. Their hands are in each other’s boxers, their faces so close with how they’re sharing Yoongi’s pillow.
He still feels the drip of lube in between his cheeks, the way Namjoon had left him fucked open, and the obscenity of that compared to the tentative shyness of simple handjobs now—it’s doing strange things to him. A weird contradiction making him dizzy and making him feel terribly naughty.
“Just follow hyung,” Yoongi repeats, and Jungkook nods. Yoongi strokes his cock, and Jungkook shadows the motion, breathless even as his hips kick into Yoongi’s touch, softly gasping.
The glide of skin in his hands is familiar, but his movement is clumsy—both from acting and from how Jungkook is already sensitive and overwhelmed.
Yoongi leans in and kisses him again, and Jungkook moans. Yoongi doesn’t stop stroking his cock, confident and undeterred, and all Jungkook can do is continue as well, trying to match his pace and his grip, and the particular twist of his wrist even as he shudders.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good, such a good boy,” Yoongi breathes into his mouth, and Jungkook knows that’s not true, knows he’s barely keeping up, helplessly whining into his hyung’s mouth, but the praise still makes him shiver down to his bones.
It’s not his fault. He’s already come twice tonight with Namjoon, and his cock knows it, raw and sensitive, and it’s only made worse by how good Yoongi is with his hands.
Yoongi reaches with his other hand, pulls him in closer by the hip the same time he scoots closer, and their legs are tangled together now, bodies pressed flush, so close that Jungkook can duck his head and rest it in the crook of Yoongi’s neck, chests kissing, their hands both moving in between them.
He pants into Yoongi's neck as Yoongi jacks him off, whimpers when Yoongi takes his hand away. He looks up just in time to see Yoongi spit in his hand, and he cries out when Yoongi gets his hand back around him, wet this time.
"Feel good?" Yoongi murmurs and Jungkook hastily nods, tucks his face back into the warm skin of Yoongi's neck.
"Y-yeah, feels so good, never felt like this before," he breathes and Yoongi hums, grip steady on his hip, thumb rubbing circles even as he continues jacking Jungkook off.
The wet warmth, the way Yoongi touches him with such confident experience, it's too much combined with the raw sensitivity of his cock.
“Hyung,” he stutters. “Ah, wait, sorry—I—I think I’m going to come already.” He’s shivering, his toes curling, his body tense, and Yoongi only shushes him and holds him close.
“It’s okay, it’s your first time, that’s normal,” he coos, and Jungkook moans, loud and abrupt and so unrestrained.
"Shh, just let go, okay? Let go for hyung, it's alright."
Jungkook clenches, feeling the empty ache inside him, and then comes, for the third time that night, into Yoongi’s hands this time.
“That’s it,” Yoongi murmurs, stroking him through it even as his grip becomes messy and slick with Jungkook’s spent and his spit. Jungkook whimpers, hips kicking, painfully sensitive now, but he can’t help but keep chasing after that pleasure.
Just when it’s about to become too much, Yoongi pulls his hand away, lets Jungkook breathe, and Jungkook almost collapses fully onto him, gasping with how overwhelmed he is.
“Can you keep touching hyung?” Yoongi asks, and Jungkook shakily nods, rests his forehead against Yoongi's collarbone. His grip around Yoongi’s cock had gone tight and then lax, only holding him now, and his eyes feel heavy as he starts to stroke Yoongi’s cock again. The clumsy pass of his hand is because he’s sleepy now too, and he knows Yoongi can tell because he softly laughs.
He reaches down, wraps his hand around Jungkook’s, and Jungkook can feel how big and rough his hand is, the stickiness of Jungkook's come on his hands. Yoongi helps him stroke him off, and that—that careful, gentle guiding, it’s almost enough to get Jungkook hard again, his cock twitching in his messy boxers, ready for a fourth round.
Yoongi groans low and then he comes, and Jungkook gasps softly, feeling the warmth of him stain their joined hands.
Their hands are messy and sticky with both their come, and it’s a little gross, but Jungkook’s so sleepy he can barely care.
“We’ll stop here, I think a hand job’s enough for you, baby,” Yoongi teases, and Jungkook makes a face.
“No,” he mumbles. “Can do more. Want hyung to fuck me or—I can, I can fuck hyung.”
He’s still wet and open from Namjoon's cock earlier, it wouldn’t take much for Yoongi to push him onto his stomach and take him, easy as anything. He’s a little sleepy, but he’s sure he can be good.
Yoongi leans in, brushes his lips against the apple of his cheek.
“It’ll be your first time, right?” He murmurs, voice low and warm, and Jungkook stills. “Hyung just wants to take it slow for you. We’ll work up to it, don’t worry. There's so much to teach you.”
Jungkook moans, too loud and revealing, and then he turns his face away, buries it into Yoongi’s pillow to hide his heated flush.
Embarrassed, he nods. Yoongi laughs, no malice attached to it before he moves away to get tissues to clean them up.
Jungkook can’t wait to lose his virginity.