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hormone war
hormone war (or a brief overview of jeon jeongguk's sex life)
sugakookie ⇄ jikook → taekook
4105 words
the first time someone else gets jeongguk off, he isn't expecting it.
it hasn't been long since he's turned seventeen. only about a month and he's close to being an employee at the music store down the street from the shop where taehyung works, he frequents it so much. he knows where all of the stock is, spends time sorting through labels and albums and listening to recommendations that yoongi gives him once he realizes he's serious about this. that's what leads him to times like this. times when it's later in the afternoon and taehyung is staying over, helping finish the last car before they close up. jeongguk is supposed to be somewhere safe, so he's perched on the desk in the small back room of the music shop that's kind of like yoongi's office.
"i don't know, hyung..." he sighs deeply, lamenting the fact that his romantic experience is non-existent. then again, he just came out a couple of weeks ago, but still. that's another story.
and maybe it's not exactly the romance he's worried about.
"it's just, i dunno if i could hook up with someone. i've never done it before, you know? i mean, i don't know what it feels like..."
yoongi is comfortably seated on a chair, the one that's second only to the large couch that stays out in the main shop area, behind the counter so he can doze on the job. he's amused, a grin threatening to tug at his lips but staying at bay for now.
"you don't know what what feels like? making out with someone? sex?"
yoongi is blunt and it makes jeongguk's face flush.
"all of it," he mumbles, and it's true. he's had his first kiss but that was only because namjoon had set him up on a date with some random guy and the others had been too excited to force him into it. jeongguk wasn't interested, and at the end of the night when he had tried to get away, the guy didn't get the hint and went for it.
he stole jeongguk's first kiss. and everyone knows, because jeongguk moped about it for a solid week. any confidence he may have thought that he had, romantic or otherwise, has been shattered ever since.
"hyung, what am i supposed to do if i go meet some guy and i have no idea what i'm doing? what if they try to .. i dunno, give me a blowjob or something, and i freak out?"
yoongi can't help laughing then, a hint of a chuckle but he quiets when jeongguk glares at him.
"so, you're worried because you don't know what a blowjob feels like?"
jeongguk can't tell if the question is serious or sarcastic. either way, he stays quiet, absently kicking at nothing and staring at his shoe. the silence hangs between them for a long moment.
"do you want to?"
jeongguk's head snaps back up, because what? that sounds like a proposition. there's no way that yoongi is actually ...
"what?" he sounds a little scandalized, and at first yoongi doesn't offer any more of an explanation.
"are you... are you saying you would....?"
yoongi shrugs, casual as ever.
"why not? it's just sex, jeongguk."
just sex. right. jeongguk tries to act like his brain isn't suddenly firing off in a million different directions, like his heart isn't pounding and his throat isn't running dry and - fuck.
yoongi's expression hasn't changed. he's serious, and a heated kind of anticipation is sneaking it's way under jeongguk's skin.
"if you wanna know what it feels like, i'll suck you off."
and there it is. jeongguk feels something twisting hard in his stomach, though it isn't entirely unpleasant. yoongi is offering to get him off. with his mouth. right now.
jeongguk is a seventeen year old boy. there's no chance of him saying no.
he doesn't.
ten minutes later yoongi has him seated in the comfortable chair while he kneels between jeongguk's legs, fingers smoothing up and down his thighs in an attempt to get him to relax.
because jeongguk is tense. he's tense all over, obviously anxious and yoongi does his best to soothe it with low encouragements while he can still use his voice.
it doesn't take much to get jeongguk hard. the first wet stripe that yoongi licks along his cock makes him startle, pulls an embarrassing whimpering sound out of him but yoongi doesn't stop or say anything.
instead, yoongi anchors him. his fingers curl slightly over jeongguk's thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into his skin while he swallows jeongguk's cock like it's nothing at all.
it's overwhelming. it's hot and wet and yoongi's lips are tight around him and his tongue keeps doing things that make his toes curl and he forgets about being anxious because oh my god.
he can't stop making those sounds. not until he reaches up to smack one hand over his own mouth. he ends up biting hard near his wrist, like that will help mask the embarrassment that's sure to follow the noise he makes when he comes.
and he comes. he comes hard and fast and yoongi keeps going, slowing the push and pull of his lips around jeongguk's cock until he pulls off completely and swallows.
jeongguk doesn't notice because his eyes are closed, chest rising and falling quickly and nerves buzzing while his mind tries to process what just happened to him.
"good, huh?"
yoongi's voice gets his attention, jeongguk forcing his eyes open just in time to see the older man grinning at him, beanie half-sideways now while he licks his lips.
jeongguk doesn't remember how to speak. he doesn't remember much of anything. he's too blissed out to be anything more than useless, flopping back against the chair, limbs loose and heavy with satisfaction.
"fuck," is what he finally comes out with, and yoongi laughs.
💣💣💣
the first time jeongguk gets someone else off, it’s a little less unexpected.
mostly because it comes in the form of park jimin, his boyfriend of roughly two weeks. they had been flirting around forever, starting from the day jimin worked a shift at the music store while jeongguk was hanging around. he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of him ever since, and jeongguk decided to throw caution to the wind and just go for it. he gets along well with jimin. he’s good looking and has a nice body and a nice laugh too so why the fuck not?
they’re both young and it isn’t surprising when their newfound label immediately opens the door to more experimentation. another one of their heated makeout sessions on jimin’s couch had progressed slowly, from the usual wandering hands to jeongguk rutting against jimin’s thigh, groaning in irritation because their jeans are too much of a barrier to give him any relief.
when he finds himself half off the couch, kneeling between jimin’s thighs with his cock in his mouth, it really shouldn’t be surprising. he’s putting the experiences he had with yoongi to good use - or at least he hopes so - mirroring everything that he can remember the older man doing to him. because yoongi did it to him, and he did it to him good. multiple times.
it seems to be working, if the way that jimin is moaning and cursing and tilting his head back is any indication. there’s a sense of pride welling up in his chest, but it quickly morphs into something more like irritation when jimin stops him for the third time, pushing him back and forcing his mouth off of him.
“what’s wrong?” jeongguk asks, finally voicing what he’s been wondering because, shit, if he isn’t doing it right then the least jimin can do is say something.
jimin shakes his head, panting softly, carding his fingers through jeongguk’s hair.
“nothing. i’m close.”
“..... okay. so?”
jeongguk raises his eyebrows and jimin seems a little taken aback by how blunt he is, fingers stilling in their motion. there’s a flush that darkens his cheeks and he averts his gaze from jeongguk, like suddenly he can’t look at him.
“i dunno,” he mumbles offhandedly. “it just feels really good so … i guess i wanted to make it last.”
jeongguk can’t imagine ever feeling that way. his jaw is starting to ache and honestly, he just wants jimin to come. but he knows if he says all of that, it won’t end well. jimin is sensitive. a little too sensitive sometimes.
instead, he settles on wrapping his fingers around jimin’s cock, giving a few slow tugs until it’s obvious he has his attention again.
“jimin,” he says instead. “i wanna make you come.”
it works. three bobs of his head later and jimin does, with a loud groan of jeongguk’s name and a bitter taste on his tongue and in the back of his throat.
it’s not a bad thing, though. especially not when jimin comes back to himself, kissing him deep and hard and sliding his hand down the front of jeongguk's jeans.
he could get used to this.
💣💣💣
the first time jeongguk tries to have sex, it doesn’t go well.
it's jimin again, and it's been at least a month since the first time they got each other off. since then it's become a regular activity, one that's been progressing slowly over time. last time jeongguk texted him to come over, jimin let him try something new. he finger-fucked him until he came so hard he was shaking, and that's when he decided that the next time, he would be ready.
jimin has been practicing for this, trying his hardest to prepare. to prepare for real, actual sex with jeongguk. with jeon jeongguk, his boyfriend, his ideal type, the most perfect person he's ever seen.
he's nervous as hell. jimin can only hope that it doesn't show, but jeongguk isn't showing signs of anything being off.
they end up just like they're supposed to be, naked on top of jimin's bed, legs wrapped around jeongguk's waist while he eases his cock inside. it's not easy. jimin is tight as fuck and it makes jeongguk's head spin, makes him tighten his jaw and takes every ounce of his self control not to just start fucking him the way that he wants to.
jimin is still nervous. he's nervous and trying not to think too much but oh my god, oh my god. jeongguk is inside him and when he starts to move, slowly at first, he ignores the slight pain in favor of worrying about at least a million other things. should he be doing something? maybe his arms around jeongguk's neck aren't good enough. he should kiss him, or maybe he shouldn't. is jeongguk supposed to be doing all the work? what if he thinks jimin is bad at this? oh god, oh god, oh -
"jimin."
jeongguk's voice is sharp, closer than he expected, which is ridiculous considering the situation. he didn't even realize his eyes were closed until now, when he opens them and sees jeongguk hovering over him. looking perfect. oh god.
"where are you right now?"
the question is confusing. jimin's eyebrows furrow together, because what the fuck is jeongguk talking about?
"i'm right here?"
"i don't think you are."
jimin recognizes that voice. he looks closer and realizes he recognizes that everything. jeongguk is irritated. fuck.
"i'm just .. i was just ... trying to think about what to do," he finally says, which is at least half true. but jeongguk doesn't seem impressed.
"well ... you're not really doing much of anything to think about," he says flatly, and jimin tries to pretend it makes him angrier than it does. maybe then he can ignore the stab through his fragile, barely there self confidence.
he falls flat against the bed, frustration clear on his face.
"sorry that i'm so terrible at this," he almost snaps.
"oh god," jeongguk groans, because here we go again. he pushes himself up on one elbow, gets some distance between them so he can look at jimin properly and of course this would happen. of course they would find a way to fight during sex.
"i didn't say that," jeongguk says, his voice still edging on the firm side. he pauses, rakes a hand through his hair and sighs.
"i just ... i'm just trying to ... you know?"
his tongue trips and his throat catches around the words, because saying i'm just trying to be with you is too much. he's never said words like that to anyone in his entire life. he's not ready for that kind of intimacy.
jimin isn't sure he knows what jeongguk is trying to say. he isn't sure that he ever knows, but he can hope. besides, jeongguk's small attempt at comforting him by stroking fingers up and down his side is ... nice.
he offers a half smile and an "i know, i'm sorry."
jeongguk kisses him, and everything sort of works out. it isn't perfect or mindblowing by any means, but it happens. that's enough to let jimin breathe a sigh of relief.
it can only go up from here.
💣💣💣
the first time jeongguk lets someone fuck him, he hates it.
he doesn't remember what the guy's name is. he's sure that he told him somewhere between making out in a dark club and getting back to the stranger's apartment, but things like that aren't really important. things that are important are keeping the physical contact, doing something to calm and quiet the fire underneath his skin.
it isn't his first one night stand. he's had a few, but none that managed to get him on his back, wrists pinned over his head against the mattress.
"i wanna fuck you," the guy breathes, all hot against jeongguk's neck. he bites too hard but he has a condom and jeongguk's a little tipsy. it has to happen sometime, right?
he gives his consent, and it only takes ten minutes for him to realize that he hates it. it doesn't hurt enough to be unbearable, but it isn't pleasant, either. it doesn't do anything for him. he's just about to tell the guy to stop when he doesn't have to, because he feels him still and shudder against him.
jeongguk rolls his eyes and shoves at the stranger until he pulls out and flops onto the bed. he doesn't even offer to finish jeongguk off, and he tugs his clothes back on, even more frustrated than he was when they left.
on the way out, he pulls out his phone and starts a text to a familiar contact.
it's only been a month since he ended things with jimin, but they haven't ended everything. at times like this it starts to settle, a weight in the bottom of his stomach until he remembers that jimin is the one who suggested this. he said he could handle it.
his thumb hovers over the screen for just a second before he hits send.
you awake? can i come over?
💣💣💣
the first time jeongguk has sex with yoongi, it's oddly like coming full circle.
it doesn’t happen without effort on his part. yoongi never hesitates to get jeongguk off, to map out every inch of his body again and again with his fingers and his tongue now that they’ve started this up again. it’s different this time. it’s different because jeongguk is older, because there’s something in the way that he looks at yoongi, because he starts to insist on returning the favor with wandering hands and dark eyes.
there’s something in the way that he hangs around his apartment more and more, the way that he steals yoongi’s beanies and oversized hoodies, the way that he can fall asleep to the steady taps of rain against yoongi’s bedroom window with yoongi pressed up against him, too close for fuck-buddies.
yoongi knows that jeongguk doesn’t like it. he knows because he’s been subjected to every last tale of jeongguk’s unsuccessful sexcapades, all of it happening before whatever this is started. before that night when yoongi had taken jeongguk back to his apartment on a whim and sucked him off again, just as good as he did when jeongguk was barely seventeen and didn’t know what to expect.
he knows now. he knows and he’s told yoongi at least three times, been turned down and distracted without fail but it doesn’t stop him from trying again.
“i want you to fuck me.”
the words come out breathless, voice touched out like it gets when yoongi touches him because he plays jeongguk’s body like the fucking musical genius that he is, knows just where to touch and how hard to make him fall apart.
as much as he doesn’t want it, he expects to be rejected again. expects yoongi’s mouth to suddenly latch onto one of his pleasure points and make him forget what he was even asking for. what he doesn’t expect is yoongi’s palm coming to rest by one side of his head, the older man suddenly eye level with him. he looks sleepy and serious, all of the things that make jeongguk want to kiss him again and again until he can’t breathe.
“are you sure?”
jeongguk’s heart jumps into his throat, but he’ll never admit to that. this whatever-they-have isn’t like that, anyway. nothing gets too serious, too romantic. at least not out loud.
“yeah. ‘cause if i don’t like it i can tell you it sucks and you won’t hate me.”
yoongi laughs at that, a low chuckle that gets jeongguk smiling too.
yoongi fucks him and jeongguk doesn’t hate it. he doesn’t hate it at all, because it isn’t rushed and uneven and slightly tipsy anonymous sex with a stranger. it’s yoongi. yoongi who’s so lazy and careful in everything that he does, who knows jeongguk better than the back of his own hand, who takes in every single one of his reactions and builds off of them until he comes so hard it makes his head spin.
“holy shit,” jeongguk pants, feeling shaky like how he usually gets after the second or third orgasm.
it’s a trip for yoongi’s breath to be just as labored when he rolls onto his side, enough for jeongguk to look up and see the grin on his face.
“good, huh?”
his voice is low, a tease in its own way and jeongguk hits him.
but yeah, it’s good.
really good.
💣💣💣
the first time jeongguk has sex with taehyung, he isn’t expecting it.
taehyung has the day off and jimin has the music shop covered. from the moment they wake up it’s declared a lazy sunday, complete with the two of them piled up on the couch to watch tv, still in pajamas. jeongguk’s hair is a mess, probably. he’s wearing some dumb graphic t-shirt and taehyung is in one of those shirts that he diy-ed, the sweaters with a slit near the shoulder that show off too much of his collarbones and not enough at the same time.
maybe that’s what starts it.
it isn’t unordinary for jeongguk to end up with his back pressed into the large pillows on their couch, taehyung attached as closely as he can be and kissing him with a kind of intensity that makes his toes curl.
jeongguk will never stop loving the way that taehyung kisses him. it’s something that shoots right to his core every single time, that consumes him in a way that he’s never experienced before. taehyung kisses slow and thorough, teasing with just presses of lips and an occasional swipe of his tongue until he knows that jeongguk will get irritated without more. when he does give in it’s like the first time every time, like he can’t get enough of exploring every available inch of jeongguk, kissing him so deep that it feels like he’s literally pulling the breath from his lungs.
he’s not ashamed to say that he’s addicted to it. just like he’s addicted to taehyung’s wandering hands, the way that he makes low hums of satisfaction when jeongguk nips at his lip or slides fingers into his hair.
everything escalates. jungkook doesn’t really know how his shirt ended up half draped over the back of the couch, or why taehyung’s sweatpants are a rumpled mess on the floor. he only knows that he needs more, fingers gripping the fabric of taehyung’s shirt to keep him close.
he barely even hears it when taehyung pulls back, swallowing hard before that slightly rough, low tone reaches his ears and makes him shiver.
“jeongguk … can i … can we?”
yes, jeongguk’s entire being is screaming. yes, yes, god yes, i’ve wanted to fuck you for years yes.
instead he just gives a breathless nod, eyes dark and wanting and suddenly confused as hell when taehyung presses a short kiss to his lips and gets up, practically running down the hall and into his bedroom.
there’s a brief pause, some rustling sounds and then he’s coming back at the same pace, flopping himself back down onto the younger boy and forcing a small oof from him with the weight on his chest.
“sorry,” he apologizes breathlessly, picking right back up where he left off, kissing jeongguk and lapping at the backs of his teeth playfully.
“what -” jeongguk tries to ask why and gets cut off when taehyung kisses him deeper again, and the unmistakable sound of a foil packet being torn open answers the question for him.
“oh,” he says, and taehyung laughs into the kiss. he’s always been the responsible one.
when jeongguk has sex with taehyung, it isn’t like having sex with yoongi. it isn’t like his one night stands or the awkward-but-necessary experiences he shared with jimin. when jeongguk has sex with taehyung, it feels like the first time all over again. he feels nerves jumping around in his stomach, something inflating his heart, making it feel too big and too full like it’s going to jump out of his chest any moment.
taehyung is gentle. he’s gentle and slow and jeongguk never would have imagined that he could like sex like this, sex where they take their time, slowly discovering what works and what doesn’t and committing it all to memory. taehyung keeps touching him everywhere, kissing him everywhere, murmuring everything and nothing into his skin and jeongguk does his best not to fall apart too completely too soon.
the rise and crash is inevitable, and sex with taehyung is different because jeongguk can tell when he’s starting to get close. he can feel it in the way that he becomes a little bit less careful, the way he fucks into him faster, but still keeps touching him somehow, unwilling to break that contact.
jeongguk comes first, with taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his cock and his name falling off of his tongue. he’s never said anyone’s name during sex before, but his mind and body are still echoing with taehyung taehyung taehyung like it’s the only thing that makes sense.
sex with taehyung is different because jeongguk has never felt a need so strong, a pull to make sure that his partner feels every bit as good as he does, maybe even more. after he comes he threads his fingers through taehyung’s hair, presses his mouth against his throat with hot, open kisses and messy scrapes and nips of his teeth that he knows drive taehyung insane. he bites and sucks a few decent bruises onto his skin, satisfied with his mark and the way that taehyung finally comes apart, moaning long and low into his ear.
taehyung doesn’t want to move after he comes, but he does. he pulls off and out of jeongguk with a dissatisfied groan, moving just long enough to get the condom off, tied and in the trashcan. as soon as that’s accomplished he’s all over him again, wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala and making jeongguk laugh.
“that was amazing,” taehyung says happily, sounding just as blissed out at he feels. he nudges and nuzzles against jeongguk’s neck affectionately, and jeongguk makes a low hum of approval.
“it was,” he answers, his fingers slowly tracing nonsense across taehyung’s back.
“you’re amazing.”
the words come out before jeongguk can stop them, because he’s relaxed and satisfied all the way down to his bones, because there’s something different.
with taehyung, everything is different. it’s unexpected. but then he smiles that rectangle smile and jeongguk is just glad that their couch is big enough for this.
sugakookie ⇄ jikook → taekook
4105 words
the first time someone else gets jeongguk off, he isn't expecting it.
it hasn't been long since he's turned seventeen. only about a month and he's close to being an employee at the music store down the street from the shop where taehyung works, he frequents it so much. he knows where all of the stock is, spends time sorting through labels and albums and listening to recommendations that yoongi gives him once he realizes he's serious about this. that's what leads him to times like this. times when it's later in the afternoon and taehyung is staying over, helping finish the last car before they close up. jeongguk is supposed to be somewhere safe, so he's perched on the desk in the small back room of the music shop that's kind of like yoongi's office.
"i don't know, hyung..." he sighs deeply, lamenting the fact that his romantic experience is non-existent. then again, he just came out a couple of weeks ago, but still. that's another story.
and maybe it's not exactly the romance he's worried about.
"it's just, i dunno if i could hook up with someone. i've never done it before, you know? i mean, i don't know what it feels like..."
yoongi is comfortably seated on a chair, the one that's second only to the large couch that stays out in the main shop area, behind the counter so he can doze on the job. he's amused, a grin threatening to tug at his lips but staying at bay for now.
"you don't know what what feels like? making out with someone? sex?"
yoongi is blunt and it makes jeongguk's face flush.
"all of it," he mumbles, and it's true. he's had his first kiss but that was only because namjoon had set him up on a date with some random guy and the others had been too excited to force him into it. jeongguk wasn't interested, and at the end of the night when he had tried to get away, the guy didn't get the hint and went for it.
he stole jeongguk's first kiss. and everyone knows, because jeongguk moped about it for a solid week. any confidence he may have thought that he had, romantic or otherwise, has been shattered ever since.
"hyung, what am i supposed to do if i go meet some guy and i have no idea what i'm doing? what if they try to .. i dunno, give me a blowjob or something, and i freak out?"
yoongi can't help laughing then, a hint of a chuckle but he quiets when jeongguk glares at him.
"so, you're worried because you don't know what a blowjob feels like?"
jeongguk can't tell if the question is serious or sarcastic. either way, he stays quiet, absently kicking at nothing and staring at his shoe. the silence hangs between them for a long moment.
"do you want to?"
jeongguk's head snaps back up, because what? that sounds like a proposition. there's no way that yoongi is actually ...
"what?" he sounds a little scandalized, and at first yoongi doesn't offer any more of an explanation.
"are you... are you saying you would....?"
yoongi shrugs, casual as ever.
"why not? it's just sex, jeongguk."
just sex. right. jeongguk tries to act like his brain isn't suddenly firing off in a million different directions, like his heart isn't pounding and his throat isn't running dry and - fuck.
yoongi's expression hasn't changed. he's serious, and a heated kind of anticipation is sneaking it's way under jeongguk's skin.
"if you wanna know what it feels like, i'll suck you off."
and there it is. jeongguk feels something twisting hard in his stomach, though it isn't entirely unpleasant. yoongi is offering to get him off. with his mouth. right now.
jeongguk is a seventeen year old boy. there's no chance of him saying no.
he doesn't.
ten minutes later yoongi has him seated in the comfortable chair while he kneels between jeongguk's legs, fingers smoothing up and down his thighs in an attempt to get him to relax.
because jeongguk is tense. he's tense all over, obviously anxious and yoongi does his best to soothe it with low encouragements while he can still use his voice.
it doesn't take much to get jeongguk hard. the first wet stripe that yoongi licks along his cock makes him startle, pulls an embarrassing whimpering sound out of him but yoongi doesn't stop or say anything.
instead, yoongi anchors him. his fingers curl slightly over jeongguk's thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into his skin while he swallows jeongguk's cock like it's nothing at all.
it's overwhelming. it's hot and wet and yoongi's lips are tight around him and his tongue keeps doing things that make his toes curl and he forgets about being anxious because oh my god.
he can't stop making those sounds. not until he reaches up to smack one hand over his own mouth. he ends up biting hard near his wrist, like that will help mask the embarrassment that's sure to follow the noise he makes when he comes.
and he comes. he comes hard and fast and yoongi keeps going, slowing the push and pull of his lips around jeongguk's cock until he pulls off completely and swallows.
jeongguk doesn't notice because his eyes are closed, chest rising and falling quickly and nerves buzzing while his mind tries to process what just happened to him.
"good, huh?"
yoongi's voice gets his attention, jeongguk forcing his eyes open just in time to see the older man grinning at him, beanie half-sideways now while he licks his lips.
jeongguk doesn't remember how to speak. he doesn't remember much of anything. he's too blissed out to be anything more than useless, flopping back against the chair, limbs loose and heavy with satisfaction.
"fuck," is what he finally comes out with, and yoongi laughs.
💣💣💣
the first time jeongguk gets someone else off, it’s a little less unexpected.
mostly because it comes in the form of park jimin, his boyfriend of roughly two weeks. they had been flirting around forever, starting from the day jimin worked a shift at the music store while jeongguk was hanging around. he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of him ever since, and jeongguk decided to throw caution to the wind and just go for it. he gets along well with jimin. he’s good looking and has a nice body and a nice laugh too so why the fuck not?
they’re both young and it isn’t surprising when their newfound label immediately opens the door to more experimentation. another one of their heated makeout sessions on jimin’s couch had progressed slowly, from the usual wandering hands to jeongguk rutting against jimin’s thigh, groaning in irritation because their jeans are too much of a barrier to give him any relief.
when he finds himself half off the couch, kneeling between jimin’s thighs with his cock in his mouth, it really shouldn’t be surprising. he’s putting the experiences he had with yoongi to good use - or at least he hopes so - mirroring everything that he can remember the older man doing to him. because yoongi did it to him, and he did it to him good. multiple times.
it seems to be working, if the way that jimin is moaning and cursing and tilting his head back is any indication. there’s a sense of pride welling up in his chest, but it quickly morphs into something more like irritation when jimin stops him for the third time, pushing him back and forcing his mouth off of him.
“what’s wrong?” jeongguk asks, finally voicing what he’s been wondering because, shit, if he isn’t doing it right then the least jimin can do is say something.
jimin shakes his head, panting softly, carding his fingers through jeongguk’s hair.
“nothing. i’m close.”
“..... okay. so?”
jeongguk raises his eyebrows and jimin seems a little taken aback by how blunt he is, fingers stilling in their motion. there’s a flush that darkens his cheeks and he averts his gaze from jeongguk, like suddenly he can’t look at him.
“i dunno,” he mumbles offhandedly. “it just feels really good so … i guess i wanted to make it last.”
jeongguk can’t imagine ever feeling that way. his jaw is starting to ache and honestly, he just wants jimin to come. but he knows if he says all of that, it won’t end well. jimin is sensitive. a little too sensitive sometimes.
instead, he settles on wrapping his fingers around jimin’s cock, giving a few slow tugs until it’s obvious he has his attention again.
“jimin,” he says instead. “i wanna make you come.”
it works. three bobs of his head later and jimin does, with a loud groan of jeongguk’s name and a bitter taste on his tongue and in the back of his throat.
it’s not a bad thing, though. especially not when jimin comes back to himself, kissing him deep and hard and sliding his hand down the front of jeongguk's jeans.
he could get used to this.
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the first time jeongguk tries to have sex, it doesn’t go well.
it's jimin again, and it's been at least a month since the first time they got each other off. since then it's become a regular activity, one that's been progressing slowly over time. last time jeongguk texted him to come over, jimin let him try something new. he finger-fucked him until he came so hard he was shaking, and that's when he decided that the next time, he would be ready.
jimin has been practicing for this, trying his hardest to prepare. to prepare for real, actual sex with jeongguk. with jeon jeongguk, his boyfriend, his ideal type, the most perfect person he's ever seen.
he's nervous as hell. jimin can only hope that it doesn't show, but jeongguk isn't showing signs of anything being off.
they end up just like they're supposed to be, naked on top of jimin's bed, legs wrapped around jeongguk's waist while he eases his cock inside. it's not easy. jimin is tight as fuck and it makes jeongguk's head spin, makes him tighten his jaw and takes every ounce of his self control not to just start fucking him the way that he wants to.
jimin is still nervous. he's nervous and trying not to think too much but oh my god, oh my god. jeongguk is inside him and when he starts to move, slowly at first, he ignores the slight pain in favor of worrying about at least a million other things. should he be doing something? maybe his arms around jeongguk's neck aren't good enough. he should kiss him, or maybe he shouldn't. is jeongguk supposed to be doing all the work? what if he thinks jimin is bad at this? oh god, oh god, oh -
"jimin."
jeongguk's voice is sharp, closer than he expected, which is ridiculous considering the situation. he didn't even realize his eyes were closed until now, when he opens them and sees jeongguk hovering over him. looking perfect. oh god.
"where are you right now?"
the question is confusing. jimin's eyebrows furrow together, because what the fuck is jeongguk talking about?
"i'm right here?"
"i don't think you are."
jimin recognizes that voice. he looks closer and realizes he recognizes that everything. jeongguk is irritated. fuck.
"i'm just .. i was just ... trying to think about what to do," he finally says, which is at least half true. but jeongguk doesn't seem impressed.
"well ... you're not really doing much of anything to think about," he says flatly, and jimin tries to pretend it makes him angrier than it does. maybe then he can ignore the stab through his fragile, barely there self confidence.
he falls flat against the bed, frustration clear on his face.
"sorry that i'm so terrible at this," he almost snaps.
"oh god," jeongguk groans, because here we go again. he pushes himself up on one elbow, gets some distance between them so he can look at jimin properly and of course this would happen. of course they would find a way to fight during sex.
"i didn't say that," jeongguk says, his voice still edging on the firm side. he pauses, rakes a hand through his hair and sighs.
"i just ... i'm just trying to ... you know?"
his tongue trips and his throat catches around the words, because saying i'm just trying to be with you is too much. he's never said words like that to anyone in his entire life. he's not ready for that kind of intimacy.
jimin isn't sure he knows what jeongguk is trying to say. he isn't sure that he ever knows, but he can hope. besides, jeongguk's small attempt at comforting him by stroking fingers up and down his side is ... nice.
he offers a half smile and an "i know, i'm sorry."
jeongguk kisses him, and everything sort of works out. it isn't perfect or mindblowing by any means, but it happens. that's enough to let jimin breathe a sigh of relief.
it can only go up from here.
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the first time jeongguk lets someone fuck him, he hates it.
he doesn't remember what the guy's name is. he's sure that he told him somewhere between making out in a dark club and getting back to the stranger's apartment, but things like that aren't really important. things that are important are keeping the physical contact, doing something to calm and quiet the fire underneath his skin.
it isn't his first one night stand. he's had a few, but none that managed to get him on his back, wrists pinned over his head against the mattress.
"i wanna fuck you," the guy breathes, all hot against jeongguk's neck. he bites too hard but he has a condom and jeongguk's a little tipsy. it has to happen sometime, right?
he gives his consent, and it only takes ten minutes for him to realize that he hates it. it doesn't hurt enough to be unbearable, but it isn't pleasant, either. it doesn't do anything for him. he's just about to tell the guy to stop when he doesn't have to, because he feels him still and shudder against him.
jeongguk rolls his eyes and shoves at the stranger until he pulls out and flops onto the bed. he doesn't even offer to finish jeongguk off, and he tugs his clothes back on, even more frustrated than he was when they left.
on the way out, he pulls out his phone and starts a text to a familiar contact.
it's only been a month since he ended things with jimin, but they haven't ended everything. at times like this it starts to settle, a weight in the bottom of his stomach until he remembers that jimin is the one who suggested this. he said he could handle it.
his thumb hovers over the screen for just a second before he hits send.
you awake? can i come over?
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the first time jeongguk has sex with yoongi, it's oddly like coming full circle.
it doesn’t happen without effort on his part. yoongi never hesitates to get jeongguk off, to map out every inch of his body again and again with his fingers and his tongue now that they’ve started this up again. it’s different this time. it’s different because jeongguk is older, because there’s something in the way that he looks at yoongi, because he starts to insist on returning the favor with wandering hands and dark eyes.
there’s something in the way that he hangs around his apartment more and more, the way that he steals yoongi’s beanies and oversized hoodies, the way that he can fall asleep to the steady taps of rain against yoongi’s bedroom window with yoongi pressed up against him, too close for fuck-buddies.
yoongi knows that jeongguk doesn’t like it. he knows because he’s been subjected to every last tale of jeongguk’s unsuccessful sexcapades, all of it happening before whatever this is started. before that night when yoongi had taken jeongguk back to his apartment on a whim and sucked him off again, just as good as he did when jeongguk was barely seventeen and didn’t know what to expect.
he knows now. he knows and he’s told yoongi at least three times, been turned down and distracted without fail but it doesn’t stop him from trying again.
“i want you to fuck me.”
the words come out breathless, voice touched out like it gets when yoongi touches him because he plays jeongguk’s body like the fucking musical genius that he is, knows just where to touch and how hard to make him fall apart.
as much as he doesn’t want it, he expects to be rejected again. expects yoongi’s mouth to suddenly latch onto one of his pleasure points and make him forget what he was even asking for. what he doesn’t expect is yoongi’s palm coming to rest by one side of his head, the older man suddenly eye level with him. he looks sleepy and serious, all of the things that make jeongguk want to kiss him again and again until he can’t breathe.
“are you sure?”
jeongguk’s heart jumps into his throat, but he’ll never admit to that. this whatever-they-have isn’t like that, anyway. nothing gets too serious, too romantic. at least not out loud.
“yeah. ‘cause if i don’t like it i can tell you it sucks and you won’t hate me.”
yoongi laughs at that, a low chuckle that gets jeongguk smiling too.
yoongi fucks him and jeongguk doesn’t hate it. he doesn’t hate it at all, because it isn’t rushed and uneven and slightly tipsy anonymous sex with a stranger. it’s yoongi. yoongi who’s so lazy and careful in everything that he does, who knows jeongguk better than the back of his own hand, who takes in every single one of his reactions and builds off of them until he comes so hard it makes his head spin.
“holy shit,” jeongguk pants, feeling shaky like how he usually gets after the second or third orgasm.
it’s a trip for yoongi’s breath to be just as labored when he rolls onto his side, enough for jeongguk to look up and see the grin on his face.
“good, huh?”
his voice is low, a tease in its own way and jeongguk hits him.
but yeah, it’s good.
really good.
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the first time jeongguk has sex with taehyung, he isn’t expecting it.
taehyung has the day off and jimin has the music shop covered. from the moment they wake up it’s declared a lazy sunday, complete with the two of them piled up on the couch to watch tv, still in pajamas. jeongguk’s hair is a mess, probably. he’s wearing some dumb graphic t-shirt and taehyung is in one of those shirts that he diy-ed, the sweaters with a slit near the shoulder that show off too much of his collarbones and not enough at the same time.
maybe that’s what starts it.
it isn’t unordinary for jeongguk to end up with his back pressed into the large pillows on their couch, taehyung attached as closely as he can be and kissing him with a kind of intensity that makes his toes curl.
jeongguk will never stop loving the way that taehyung kisses him. it’s something that shoots right to his core every single time, that consumes him in a way that he’s never experienced before. taehyung kisses slow and thorough, teasing with just presses of lips and an occasional swipe of his tongue until he knows that jeongguk will get irritated without more. when he does give in it’s like the first time every time, like he can’t get enough of exploring every available inch of jeongguk, kissing him so deep that it feels like he’s literally pulling the breath from his lungs.
he’s not ashamed to say that he’s addicted to it. just like he’s addicted to taehyung’s wandering hands, the way that he makes low hums of satisfaction when jeongguk nips at his lip or slides fingers into his hair.
everything escalates. jungkook doesn’t really know how his shirt ended up half draped over the back of the couch, or why taehyung’s sweatpants are a rumpled mess on the floor. he only knows that he needs more, fingers gripping the fabric of taehyung’s shirt to keep him close.
he barely even hears it when taehyung pulls back, swallowing hard before that slightly rough, low tone reaches his ears and makes him shiver.
“jeongguk … can i … can we?”
yes, jeongguk’s entire being is screaming. yes, yes, god yes, i’ve wanted to fuck you for years yes.
instead he just gives a breathless nod, eyes dark and wanting and suddenly confused as hell when taehyung presses a short kiss to his lips and gets up, practically running down the hall and into his bedroom.
there’s a brief pause, some rustling sounds and then he’s coming back at the same pace, flopping himself back down onto the younger boy and forcing a small oof from him with the weight on his chest.
“sorry,” he apologizes breathlessly, picking right back up where he left off, kissing jeongguk and lapping at the backs of his teeth playfully.
“what -” jeongguk tries to ask why and gets cut off when taehyung kisses him deeper again, and the unmistakable sound of a foil packet being torn open answers the question for him.
“oh,” he says, and taehyung laughs into the kiss. he’s always been the responsible one.
when jeongguk has sex with taehyung, it isn’t like having sex with yoongi. it isn’t like his one night stands or the awkward-but-necessary experiences he shared with jimin. when jeongguk has sex with taehyung, it feels like the first time all over again. he feels nerves jumping around in his stomach, something inflating his heart, making it feel too big and too full like it’s going to jump out of his chest any moment.
taehyung is gentle. he’s gentle and slow and jeongguk never would have imagined that he could like sex like this, sex where they take their time, slowly discovering what works and what doesn’t and committing it all to memory. taehyung keeps touching him everywhere, kissing him everywhere, murmuring everything and nothing into his skin and jeongguk does his best not to fall apart too completely too soon.
the rise and crash is inevitable, and sex with taehyung is different because jeongguk can tell when he’s starting to get close. he can feel it in the way that he becomes a little bit less careful, the way he fucks into him faster, but still keeps touching him somehow, unwilling to break that contact.
jeongguk comes first, with taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his cock and his name falling off of his tongue. he’s never said anyone’s name during sex before, but his mind and body are still echoing with taehyung taehyung taehyung like it’s the only thing that makes sense.
sex with taehyung is different because jeongguk has never felt a need so strong, a pull to make sure that his partner feels every bit as good as he does, maybe even more. after he comes he threads his fingers through taehyung’s hair, presses his mouth against his throat with hot, open kisses and messy scrapes and nips of his teeth that he knows drive taehyung insane. he bites and sucks a few decent bruises onto his skin, satisfied with his mark and the way that taehyung finally comes apart, moaning long and low into his ear.
taehyung doesn’t want to move after he comes, but he does. he pulls off and out of jeongguk with a dissatisfied groan, moving just long enough to get the condom off, tied and in the trashcan. as soon as that’s accomplished he’s all over him again, wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala and making jeongguk laugh.
“that was amazing,” taehyung says happily, sounding just as blissed out at he feels. he nudges and nuzzles against jeongguk’s neck affectionately, and jeongguk makes a low hum of approval.
“it was,” he answers, his fingers slowly tracing nonsense across taehyung’s back.
“you’re amazing.”
the words come out before jeongguk can stop them, because he’s relaxed and satisfied all the way down to his bones, because there’s something different.
with taehyung, everything is different. it’s unexpected. but then he smiles that rectangle smile and jeongguk is just glad that their couch is big enough for this.