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“I don’t believe you.” Jungkook said, doubtfully. “You’re so fucking with me, Y/N.”
“I’m not and you doubting me isn’t helping my situation!” You snapped, stress consuming you as you paced your living room. “What am I supposed to do? Jimin obviously thinks we’re going to fuck, and I cannot –”
“You went up to his room during that last party we went to. Didn’t you sleep with him then?” Jungkook asked, not exactly paying attention as he switched through the television channels.
“No! I told you I bailed! Aren’t you paying attention?” You whined, plopping down on the couch next to him. “I’m going to become the laughingstock of the entire campus.” Jungkook snorted, which earned him a hard punch to the arm. “I am seconds away from a panic attack and you’re more interested in Drag Race!”
“I was listening, you fool.” He hissed, rubbing his bicep. “Just suck his dick, it’s not that hard. Practice on your dildo or something.”
“I don’t have one!”
“How do you masturbate then? Fingers can only do so much –”
“I don’t… Do it.”
Jungkook paused the television, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You don’t masturbate? Y/N, how am I supposed to help you if you’re not truthful?”
“I’m not lying, I don’t masturbate.” You said, kind of offended he’d think you would lie. “I tried it when I was like, sixteen maybe? But I didn’t like it.”
“What do you do when you’re horny then?”
Shrugging helplessly, Jungkook gawked at you.
“It’s hard for me to speak to anyone about this and your reactions aren’t helping.” You hissed. “I know, I know, I’m inexperienced, but you’re the only person who I thought wouldn’t judge me about it.”
Jungkook paused. “Y/N, you know I’m not judging you. I’m just… Shocked. I mean, you’re… You know.”
“What?” You snapped, probably at your wits’ end with Jungkook. Asking for his advice was probably one of your dumber ideas. “I’m what?”
“It’s so easy to want you.” He murmured, eyes trailing over your body. “It’s so easy to want you in every way.”
Meeting his darkened gaze, you searched through it, making sure he wasn’t saying anything just because you wanted to hear it. Before you could think about your words, your potential implications not even being processed.
“Can you show me how do it?”
“How to do what?” He whispered, somehow much closer than he was even a minute before. “How to suck cock? How to make yourself cum?”
“Both.” You responded, urging yourself not to break under his gaze. He looked so intimidating, you were so close to closing in on yourself, but forced yourself not to.
Jungkook leaned closer, already licking up into your mouth, drawing gasps out of you. He grabbed your waist as he pulled you over him, making you straddle him. Holding your hips tightly, he loosened his grip on one hand, helping you by moving your own hands to his chest and neck, only pulling away to whisper comfortingly.
“Don’t think too much about it, Y/N. Just do whatever feels good, okay? Grind on me if you want to.”
“How…” You began, throwing your head back as he gently sucked on your collarbone. “How am I supposed to grind on you?”
He didn’t bother responding, instead guiding your hips to slowly swivel against his hardened length. Gasping at how thick he felt, you soon begun whimpering, his shaft just barely moving against the tip of your clit.
“Feel…” Jungkook paused to swallow hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Feel good?”
Nodding, shyly, you continued grinding on him, allowing him to redirect you ever so often. When Jungkook decided that he couldn’t take it anymore, he groaned, pulling away from you, stopping your hips.
“What do you want to learn first?” He whispered, rubbing your thigh gently.
“Cock first.” You mumbled as you nuzzled against his neck. “Please?”
He stood up, positioning you so that you were kneeling on the couch, and that he was standing on the other side (“Your knees might hurt if you were on the ground…” He explained, trying desperately to not think of you enduring pain while your lips were wrapped around his cock… Or maybe that was for another time.)
Leaning forward to see him unbuckle and unzip his pants, you almost gasped in shock when you saw his length.
“Jungkook, how the hell is that supposed to fit?”
“You’ll be surprised at how well your pussy opens up, Y/N.” He chuckled, palming his hard-on unashamedly. “But that’s another lesson for another day. Right now, all we’re focusing on is your mouth, okay baby?”
Nodding fervently, you eyed out his length with lust, mouth almost as wet as your panties when he finally slipped his underwear low enough for his cock to spring out. Without realising, you had been licked your lower lip, not bothering to make eye contact with Jungkook, to which he snorted.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this? I feel like I’m about to be devoured.”
His words made you look up at him with heated cheeks, a soft apology almost leaving your lips, but quickly dying as he unashamedly starting slowly jerking off.
“What should I do first?” You whispered, suddenly quite nervous.
“Lick the…” Jungkook begun, before swallowing hard. “Lick the tip. Slowly, just like that, Y/N.”
Darting your tongue out, you barely let the tip of your tongue meet his tip, collecting the precum and tasting it (which honestly tasted like nothing), before getting bolder with your movements, sucking on his entire head, drawing low groans from him. Jungkook, in a bid to be helpful, gathered your hair up, holding it out of your face.
“You can use your hands, too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed. “Just… Just spit in your palm, then you can use your hands. Makes the slide easier.”
Pulling off his cock with a pop, you frowned. “Isn’t the whole point of a blowjob being to use my mouth?”
“Y/N, I thought you wanted to learn –”
“To use my mouth. So, let me use my mouth.”
“Do you seriously think you can take my entire cock into your mouth?”
His tone made you scowl, despite having his tip in your mouth again. You knew it probably wasn’t a good idea (read: definitely wasn’t a good idea), but you wanted to prove him wrong, no matter how correct he probably was. You knew you couldn’t take him all (not right now, anyway), but you’d be damned if you didn’t try.
Bobbing your head, taking more and more of his length as you went on, you felt your jaw start to hurt, keeping it open for so long and in such an awkward position for so long finally starting to catch up to you. But you continued sucking his cock, using your tongue on the underside of his length for more stimulation.
By now, there was a steady stream of precum leaking from his tip, coating your tongue and throat, as Jungkook panted. Eventually, you took so much of his cock into your mouth, it hit the back of your throat, making your eyes tear, but you willed yourself to not flinch. Hearing Jungkook’s curses and whimpers were reward enough to deal with the discomfort caused by his cock.
Looking up at him to prove a point, you continued staring once you saw just how good he looked. Obviously, you knew he was attractive, but never in a million years did you think that anyone could look good with the lightest sheen of sweat, lips swollen and red from biting them so much, or muscles tensing, trying desperately to stave off an orgasm.
While you were admiring him, you unknowingly took more of his cock into your mouth, length now fully sheathed between your lips, causing your tears to spill over, running down your face. Jungkook gasped seeing this, teeth gritting as he lost hold of his composure, crying out your name.
“Y/N, holy fuck, I’m going to cum. Let me cum in your mouth, please –”
Soon after, his cum was hot and heavy on your tongue, the salty, bitter fluid quickly sliding down your throat, to Jungkook’s shock.
“What?” You asked, confused, after pulling off his dick.
“You swallowed.”
“What else was I supposed to do with it? Keep it as a souvenir?”
“You could’ve spat it out.” He said, weakly. God, you were about to be the death of him. You looked pleased with yourself (probably chuffed that you had basically rendered him speechless), yet simultaneously, you looked good enough to eat – yet that was something he wouldn’t be able to do for a while.
“Where’s the fun in that?” You murmured, using your thumb to wipe any stray tears. Jungkook gently moved your hand away, leaning in to kiss you. Groaning when he sucked on your tongue and tasted his cum, he forced himself to break away from you, only because he knew you were going to be late for your date with Jimin. As he pulled away, he saw your tear tracks, making him smirk.
“Next time… Don’t cry around me. Seeing you cry makes me want to do bad things to you.”
“How bad?” You murmured, allowing him to pop his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it as if it was his cock.
“Bad enough that I’ll ruin you for anyone else.” He whispered back, free hand gently wrapping around your neck, not squeezing, but reminding you that he definitely could. “I’ll make you forget how to do anything other than scream for me, I’ll make you wish you had my cock down your throat sooner –”
He got cut off by your phone ringing, which had been thrown on the other side of the couch. Jungkook was able to see who it was, smirking when he saw Jimin.
“Have fun on your date, Y/N. Call me when you want me to pick you up.”