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EVIL SWEETNESS

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Easter is coming and the bunny looks hungrier than usual. Jimin seems to have the perfect carrot for him, but will he get some eggs in return?

"I am standing straight and tall. My eyes are facing forward, and I am starving in the hall."

Genre: sex, hybrid x human, jealousy boyfriends, oneshot, easter, pwp.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings/additional tags: Hybrids, Bunny Hybrid Jeon Jungkook, Top Jeon Jungkook/Bottom Park Jimin, Bottom Jeon Jungkook/Top Park Jimin, Top Jeon JungkookBottom Park Jimin (BTS), Gay Porn Hard, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Sex Toys, Large Cock, Hardcore, Sexual Violence, Size Kink, Daddy Dom Jeon Jungkook, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Boyfriends, Jealousy, Sex and Chocolate, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Fucking, Cocky Jeon Jungkook, Overstimulation, Painful Sex, Possessive Sex, Possessive Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin Cries During Sex (BTS), Anal Plug, Butt Plugs, Wet & Messy

Oh no! Easter is coming and the eggs are suddenly gone! Can you help Jimin find them? Take care. I hear there's a mean, hungry rabbit on the prowl. But if you intend to follow, have a good Easter egg hunt!

Ps.: don't forget to read the warnings to prevent the rabbit from getting his teeth in you.

WARNINGS:

To get the best out of Easter evil sweetness, read the warnings.

1. This is a fictional work. Nothing written here has any connection with the reality of the people or other works that inspired the creation of this and the characters.

2. Respect is good and everyone likes it.

3. It's basically a porn without a plot, between a rabbit hybrid and a human, in a short single chapter. If you don't like it, get the hell out. There's no place for you here!

4. I don't accept adaptations. Plagiarism is a crime.

5. The story is +18, but it's up to everyone's conscience to read.

6. About triggers: the work has short, implicit and explicit descriptions of sexual relations, comments and profanity, and more. If you feel uncomfortable, DO NOT READ!

7. This wasn't created with the intention of offending any religion or religious commemoration. The cited event is only a starting point, without any relevance in the development of the story.

In addition, prepare a bottle of water because this is getting really - hot - sweet, and, take good care of your plants, or the Dr. poison will pay you a visit that is not pleasant.

Otherwise, I suggest you prepare some carrots to bargain with the rabbit during your egg hunt.

Unless you want him to become the hunter...

Oh, are you looking for some eggs? Don't be scared, I have the perfect duo for you...

“Dear Bunny, will you stop, stop, stop?”

PARK JIMIN

"Shit, where are you?" I mutter, rummaging around from the freezer to the pastry cupboards. "Seriously! I left for five minutes!"

Two nights. That's all I have to prepare for the city's Easter event, which I was responsible for making the children's eggs. And right now I'm freaking out because all those chocolates I tempered just a few minutes ago and let to rest on top of the benches, while I went to get the decorative items at the neighboring store, have simply disappeared.

Or someone was crazy enough to come in here and steal just that, because the cash register remains intact, or there was a glitch in the matrix and the chocolates went to another dimension.

Anyway, I have to find them, which is a very bad joke, because the easter egg hunt would start with me.

It was everything I needed, one more delay in my routine, when all I wanted was to get this job done to finally be able to visit my boyfriend, after endless days without seeing him. I feel that every bit of my body is gradually dying of longing.

I remove my apron, placing it on the clean reception desk as I try to retrace my every step. What's worse is that the kitchen is all dirty, and there are traces of my mess everywhere.

Well, regardless of what happened while I was away, I'm sure some traces were left along the way.

I walk over to the counters where I've left the chocolates cooling, looking for footprints or fingerprints on the surface, but there's nothing.

Except for…

"What is this here?" I approach the marble, finding a small white thread trying to camouflage itself in the dark stone. "A fur?"

I frown, confused.

This isn't so common. In the whole city, there is only one coat as soft, fine and shiny as this one.

"It can't be… can it?" I ask, rushing to the fridge to take the test, feeling myself go cold from head to toe as the possibility surrounds me.

I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to make too much noise, as I studied the mark left on the refrigerator door handle. The print of the tip of two big fingers, made with milk chocolate.

I barely realize I'm holding my breath as I carefully open the door, quickly scanning the bottom drawer for other prints. The surprise to find it dirty with chocolate on the outside, and empty on the inside, is instantaneous.

My carrots are gone!

Wait, it's worse.

If the rumors are right, and I'm not crazy, the Easter Bunny paid me a visit, and devoured them without leaving a single gnawed piece.

"This is crazy." I say to myself, trying to come up with another alternative, because I can't believe this really happened.

He can't honestly be real, can he?

I remember, then, what Mr. Martín, organizer of the Easter event, said to me: The Easter in Chocolate City is magical. Every year we receive the honorable visit of the rabbit. Nobody knows what it looks like, only that it is real, due to the white, soft, fine and shiny hairs it leaves behind. It is a unique coat, unmistakable. You'll recognize it right away once you find it.

I hug my own body, feeling chills.

I turn away from the appliance, finally noticing a few drops of chocolate splattered across the floor. Is this a trail?

I start to follow the trail, which winds down the stairs to the basement. Which is, in fact, my warehouse, where I store some materials that must stay at a more balanced temperature, without interference from the sun. Weirdly, at an ideal temperature for a rabbit…

With each step I take, my heartbeat speeds up even more. Now, standing in front of the door, I grip the handle with trembling hands, counting to ten, front to back and backwards, in somewhat futile preparation to open it.

Before going on, I take my cell phone out of my pocket and unlock it, putting it on my boyfriend's text message to tell him to come look for me urgently, in the candy store, if I don't get to his place by midnight.

Better to be safe than sorry, after all, you never know what could happen.

Come on Jimin, two seconds of courage.

I turn the handle carefully, trying not to make too much noise, opening a gap to peek before slowly pushing the door open. I see some carrots that have fallen and are covered in chocolate on the floor, creating another trail, this time towards a huge counter that is in the corner of the wall.

I open the door wider, afraid to see what's there, but all the caution in the world hasn't been able to prepare me for what I see.

A human body lying on the marble. With huge bunny ears, and intense red eyes. There's a half rabbit man, naked from head to toe, in my storage room! With only the intimacy covered by a slightly large hand.

A hand that makes me shiver because I know it so well, as soon as I get over the feel of it on my skin.

I shudder, trying to process the information.

I'm looking at the fucking easter bunny. Which is a hell of a bunny, to be honest. And on top of that, I've known him for years.

It's Jeon Jungkook, my boyfriend.

The same one who's staring at me hungrily lighting those seductive eyes, elbow resting on the counter and two chocolate-smeared fingers plunging wantonly into his mouth.

The mirror behind him, reflecting the broad, muscular back, and the fleshy bottom, adorned by a round, bushy tail in the middle. The wet ass, honeyed by a transparent liquid that runs along its entire length, going against the surface of the counter.

Suddenly I feel a wet nuisance between my legs. It's official. Fuck the surprise I had! I'm hard, dripping, at this disturbingly sensual image.

"My plan was to just eat those carrots, but none of 'em look as delicious as yours." murmurs. The tone is low and seductive enough to weaken my legs, and he knows it well, as he looks directly at them, commanding, "C'mon, baby, hurry up. I'm starving."

I swallow hard, walking slowly towards him as the door closes behind me. My heart is racing, my hands are sweaty, and my erection is about to pop out of my boxers.

Jungkook is looking directly at me, whereupon he wiggles his ears, and slowly uncovers his dick, showing me how excited he is too.

I think the egg hunt is over.

He smirks, slutty, reaching a clean hand up to the fake bunny tail, pulling it off, revealing the plug that was buried in his luscious ass.

My mouth waters as I see a clear drop fall from the tip of the toy before he inserts it back in, closing his eyes and opening his mouth as he groans teasingly.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I quicken my pace, cutting all that distance between us.

"You're not havin' fun without me." I warn, and tossing the phone onto the marble, I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants, letting them fall to the floor along with my boxers.

Satisfied, he reopens his eyes, sitting on the counter and pulling me in by the waist.

"Oh, don't worry, love. The fun's up to you." He says, pressing his mouth to mine as he wraps his legs around me, crushing our erections in the small space between us.

The kiss is sweet, hot, and wild, as if he were taking out on me all the longing for the several days we were away. I miss it too, but my dick does it so much more, and that's why I'm cutting the ceremonies.

Flustered, I bring my hands to his legs, pulling him closer to the edge and opening him up for me. I pull out the plug, crushing the fake plush between my fingers and the marble as I push myself into him, yearning for it. All under Jungkook's teasing gaze, who knows I won't last that long.

Fuck, he's soaking wet, squeezing me all over, sighing and pursing his lips as he takes me in.

I thrust my hips hard, making the things on the counter shake. With each movement, a piece of my sanity slips away, leaving me completely mad with pleasure.

I lean over Jungkook, bracing my hands on the surface, picking up the pace. His hands run straight to the back of my neck, pulling me in for one more kiss. The majestic tongue sliding between my lips and the taste of chocolate invading me even more than before.

This is so good.

Being inside him is one of the highlights of my life. It's unreal. Indescribable. The way he's sweet in my mouth while writhing around me always drives me crazy.

I can't believe I've been able to live all these days without being able to feel him like this, squeezing me and panting softly. So submissive that it makes me realize how tricky he is, and it makes me happy to know that it will soon pass, because Jungkook likes to dominate me. And I'm a sucker for the way he commands my body and my actions as he buries himself inside me.

Shit, I need that too.

I grab his hips, returning to the posture I was before, this time being more violent, pushing hard enough to make his body jerk, and the noises he makes in response tell me I hit the right place.

"Oh, yes…" he moans, wrapping his hand around his thick cock and arching his spine, making me go even deeper, hitting him again and again until I bring him to his orgasm.

I keep penetrating, in intense and light thrusts, balls hitting against his ass and reproducing a slapping sound that drives me crazy. The longing was so much that I couldn't stand it, and soon I poured myself into him, feeling his walls caging me up as I slowed down the rhythm.

I close my eyes, hands braced on the counter, trying to catch my breath, blowing out heavy gusts of air.

When I open them again, he's smiling at me mischievously. There's evil in his gaze, and I can't wait to taste his perversion, knowing he's about to take me apart.

I pull out of him, watching him sit back down across from me, pulling me in for a quieter kiss. On the other hand, his fingers are fast, masterfully unbuttoning my shirt, leaving chocolate stains made by the dirty hand.

I can't help it when his mouth drops from my lips to kiss and suck the skin of my neck and shoulder as I melt all over, moaning.

"Mmm… I missed you so much." I murmur, voice hoarse with pleasure.

"Oh, you did?" He asks, teasing me with his mischievous tongue, licking my earlobe before pulling it between his teeth in a gentle bite. I'm so limp, I can only answer him with a sigh. "Hm, Park?"

The way he says my name… Damn it. It makes me hard as fuck.

"Yeah?" I whisper, not sure how the words made their way out of my mouth, as I'm too weak to speak.

He gets me that way so easily.

"How much did you miss me, hm?" He asks, blowing warm air across my skin as he rubs his lips back and forth, waiting for an answer. "How much, babe?" Insists, getting down from the counter with his body next to mine, now looking at me from above.

I'm attracted by the red color of his eyes, which stare at me as if they are devouring my soul, at the same time that his erection rubbing against me is devouring my sanity.

"A lot." I answer.

I can't take my eyes off his.

It's like temptation is pulling me through that wicked, reddish glow.

“Enough to take me ‘till the sun rises, babe?”

Yes. Please.

"I heard rabbits don't last long." I tease him, still unaccustomed to the fact I just found out, but using it to my advantage.

He knows what I'm doing.

I love when he feels provoked, because he loses all gentleness.

And the loss of his gentleness results in much more intense orgasms.

Shaking his head in denial, Jungkook replies, with a mischievous smile: "I'll teach you something about rabbit resistance, love." Shit, his voice is so erotic it makes me feel him everywhere. My legs wobble when he adds, "It isn't the same as a hybrid's."

Yeah, now that I've discovered his secret, I'm aware of just how much longer a hybrid lasts in bed.

"But there is something rabbits and hybrids have in common." He goes back to talking, using that dirty tone as he rubs his thumbs across my nipples. Hell, the roughness in his touch leaves me unable to think. "We're excellent at biting, babe." My mind, although almost completely dysfunctional, wanders, imagining the things his wicked little mouth can do. Nothing compares to what he has in mind, turning me sharply against the counter, leaning over my body and blowing, against my goose bumps, his malicious promise: "And I'm going to eat you up like it's my last meal."

Fuck.

He promised, his lips brushing my back seconds before he nipped at my flesh.

My cock is dripping onto the counter just as his is slicking my upper ass. It's so indecent, that, shit , all this friction is already making me hard again… I'm on my toes, rubbing my ass against his erection, my body seething with anticipation. And he is, slowly, kissing and scratching with his teeth all the way down my back until he reaches my bottom.

With the chocolate-smeared hand, he grabs my waist tightly as he crouches down, using his other hand to cup one side of my ass, opening myself so close to his face that I can feel his hot, heavy, horny breath coming to me. I lean over the marble, seeking support when my legs begin to lose strength, as I feel his teeth mark me mercilessly while thrusting his thumb into me, just enough to tease me.

His fingers massage me, making me melt, wanting them inside me urgently. I feel his mouth slide from my balls to my hole, licking and sucking me, and deftly pressing my perineum midway. It's so good that I feel my nerves snapping.

It doesn't take long before he surrounds the area with the muscle, pushing his tongue inside me.

He has his face buried in my ass as he fucks me with his mouth. The big hands cupped, one on each side of my bottom, holding me firmly, and making sure I stay upright.

If it weren't for them, I would have really collapsed to the ground.

I close my eyes, reveling in the massage inside me.

Fuck, he's acting like he is really fucking me, thrusting his thumb in and out until it's causing small, uncontrollable tremors in my legs. He knows it's time to move on when he feels me throb around his tongue and finger, and I love how he wastes no time.

Jeon pulls away, standing up and giving me a push to stand up too. I immediately felt his hot erection poke me. I blink slowly, taking a deep breath and allowing myself to relax before receiving it. With the clean hand, Jungkook masturbates his own cock, slamming it against my flesh, making me even more anxious, and then, holding one of the sides of my ass, he starts pushing against me. Hard and wet. As slowly as he can, squeezing in.

His hand massages my bottom as I try to get used to the invasion, pressing my lips together to try to stifle a moan of pain. He grips my jaw, forcing me to turn my face to kiss him as he slowly enters me. The kiss relaxes me, and as soon as I feel less tense, he withdraws, leaving only the head, before thrusting in again, a little less slowly.

It's a little painful, but the pleasure is so much greater that it masks everything.

"Shit, babe, you're crushing me all over." groans, suffering, leaving and entering slowly.

Yeah, fucking Jungkook is amazing.

But nothing compares to the insane feeling of being devoured by him.

Staring at myself through the mirror, I notice all the impressions his ravenous teeth and ganache dirty palm have left on my body. Bite marks turning a darker color, and the shape of his chocolate-coated palm, stand out against my skin.

He smiles, noticing what I’m doing, happy with his work but not satisfied enough to stop.

I watch him reach for the freshly melted bowl of ganache he stole from me, sticking three fingers in the syrup, then withdrawing his hand and bringing it towards my face. He rubs his thumb over my lower lip, so immorally it makes me think of his cum-filled finger, smearing my mouth and chin. I slide my tongue between my lips, tasting the sweet chocolate that washes over me in bulk as he grips my jaw and dips his other two fingers into my mouth, cupping my face. And he continues sticking his cock in me, while he puts me to suck all the sweetness in his hand.

"Is it tasty, Park?" He asks, looking at me through the mirror, his mouth close to my ear. I can't even answer, the noise caused by the jolts, the creaking counter and my moans makes any response from me inaudible. But his voice is loud and steady, close to my ear, when he says, "You taste better."

Jungkook removes his fingers from my mouth, which leave accompanied by a trail of saliva, before bringing his hand to the back of my neck, gripping it and pushing me against the surface once more. His eyes remain locked on my reflected image, and it’s looking at my reddened face pressed against the marble, my eyes watering and my mouth slightly open, that he finds the strength to hit me harder.

"Fuck, so much better." groans, squeezing my hip so hard I'm amazed his fingerprint isn't already planted there.

I bite my lip, trying to contain my moans, but my attempt to be silent is interrupted by a vibration on the marble. It's my cell phone. Receiving a call.

Please! Stop vibrating.

"It's Martin." Jeon warns, slowing down the thrusts.

There's a tone of amusement in his voice, and I'm well aware of his intentions.

I'm sure of each one as I see his hand grip my phone, sliding his finger across the screen before bringing the device up to my ear. My mouth is closed while I try to control my breathing, listening to Mr. Martín calling me from the other side.

"Jimin, are you there? What's that noise? Is everything okay?" He snaps, looking genuinely concerned.

Yes I am. The noise is nothing but my fucking boyfriend bending me over the counter and fucking my ass, but I'm fine, thanks.

I clear my throat before speaking.

"Yes, Mr. Martín. Do you need something?" I answer, avoiding the middle question, doing my best to hide my trembling voice and labored breathing.

"Jimin, is everything okay?" He insists, only hearing a “uh-um” from me. "I was wondering if you managed to finish the eggs yet."

I'm about to answer him, but I have to stifle a sudden scream that almost rips from my throat, when Jungkook hits my prostate with a bang, and sure enough, on purpose.

"I'm still tempering the chocolates, but don't worry, everything will be finished in time." I say, hoping he didn't notice the creaking noise of Jeon bumping against me, the counter creaking with every movement, and the puffs of air I let out between sentences.

"Okay, thank you." He ends the conversation quickly, looking like he believes it.

Maybe he thought that all the noise and my irregular breathing was due to the fake job I'm having. At least that's what I hope.

"Goodnight…" I quickly say goodbye, letting out a cry as I'm thrust hard.

I don't even know if the call ended before Jungkook took the phone away from my ear, but the way he's smiling at me now, I'm guessing Martín heard my scream. Bastard. He likes it.

Jeon sighs, tilting his head down, one large hand landing at the base of my spine. He's slowing down, starting to throb and spill himself inside me, moaning softly. I'm drawn to the pained expression on his face, the closed eyes, the big bunny ears twitching, and the strands of hair wet from the sweat running down his forehead.

I want more. A lot more.

That's what he screams at me through the depraved gleam that crosses his red eyes when he opens them again, meeting mine in the mirror's reflection.

"You dumped me for work again, Jimin." suddenly blurts out, drawing my attention.

I know, I know.

Shit, I've arranged to do things with him several times and I've faltered. He's so right.

"You know this division isn't working well, right?" He inquires, moving back inside me. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, but it's gliding on so well, and the pleasure is so much that my eyelids are starting to feel heavy. I allow myself to close my eyes, just nodding in affirmation. "I want all your time, babe." He demands, thrusting his hand through my strands, gripping my hair tightly. He keeps pushing in slowly, declaring, "Don't forget that you are mine."

Only yours, love.

"I think Martín will understand if there is a delay." is the last thing he says before picking up the pace and fulfilling the promise he made to me earlier.

Martín will be delighted to know that I was late because the rabbit visited me tonight.

With the omission of details, of course.

I would never let him know that the hunt started with me, and that the eggs ended up buried in my ass.

THE END.

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throwaway0613 · 9 months

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M/MF/M

Fandom:

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationships:

Jeon Jungkook/Park JiminKim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin

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Jeon JungkookKim Taehyung | VPark Jimin (BTS)Kim Seokjin | Jin

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Summary:

“just hurry up and tell me, jimin-ah. i don’t have all day.”

uttering a curse to himself, jimin decides it’s best to just get it over with.

so he blurts, “i need you to teach me how — how to have sex.”

at first, there’s only a rigid silence blanketing the air.

or;

in order to impress his crush, jimin turns to his favorite hyung and well-known bachelor, jeongguk. he needs jeongguk to teach him how to have sex.

as expected, things get more complicated.

Notes:

hi guys!

before you read:

this is based off of a twitter thread of mine that i revamped/rewrote.

jimin does have small breasts and a vagina in this fic, but he is not considered trans. just in case, i tagged it AFAB and boy pussy. i'm still learning the technicalities of it all.

also, this is unbeta'd so please forgive any mistakes.

the anticipated update will be early-mid july.

anyways, please enjoy :)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: one.

Chapter Text

jimin is desperate to lose his virginity.

being nineteen years old, he thought he’d have gathered his fair share of sexual experiences by now.

things haven’t got exactly to plan, though. instead, he’s been stuck with the short end of the stick. he can’t go on like this, getting off to the wickedly lustful and unrealistic scenarios that repeat behind his eyelids each night due to the absence of a warm body next to him.

especially because of his huge crush on one of the seniors, taehyung.

he’s in jimin’s literature class, all curly hair and long legs with the brightest smile. just thinking about the way taehyung’s brown eyes light up when jimin’s brave enough to initiate a conversation makes his cheeks burn.

even if they casually flirt with small touches and hushed whispers about whatever crosses their minds as they sit in the back of the classroom, even if there really is a palpable sexual tension between them, he is terrified of it going any further.

mostly, jimin fears that if he ever got the chance to hook up with taehyung, it would be painfully obvious that he’s never done anything like it before.

he has only indulged in a few excessively long pecks on the lips, maybe a slight hint of tongue that he can remember. but never second base, never escalating to touching down there. and sure, over the years jimin has watched his fair share of porn, but actually having sex is completely different and he doesn’t want to appear to be a fumbling amateur. he couldn’t bear the thought of taehyung taking him to bed only to be visibly disappointed by his inept sex skills killing the mood and any future of a relationship.

within a few days of having to consider unfavorable solution after another to his secret problem, a brilliant idea comes to him as he’s doing homework at his desk.

his brother seokjin and best friend, jeongguk, have been laughing and cursing obnoxiously for the past two hours while they play whatever new video game that was just released; sounds jimin has had to drown out with the help of his airpods.

it dawned on him.

jimin has had a sex god in his house this whole time.

jeongguk.

jeongguk was one of the most popular guys at the university, a well-known bachelor.

he's notorious for being the type that allows one hookup per person, boys and girls alike. he doesn’t pursue relationships. he acts cool and collected at all times, even when old flames would get attached to him after their rumored (amazing) experience and beg him for a date, or at least a second fuck that he consistently and politely declines.

case in point, he’s the perfect candidate for jimin to learn about sex from.

once he hears jeongguk’s deep voice traveling down the hall ten minutes later as he begins to leave, jimin is presented with the opportunity to pounce.

he’s not going to get any closer to impressing taehyung just complacently sitting around.

it may be a bit weird that he’s jeongguk’s best friend’s younger brother, an introverted sophomore with no experience but jimin doesn’t think of himself as ugly.

he’ll be cool. he can be cool. maybe jeongguk won’t completely laugh in his face. and it may take some begging, but he has to try.

“jeonggukie-hyung,” jimin calls, stumbling out of his room to catch up with jeongguk who is already nearing the stairs, “can i talk to you for a second?”

glancing over his shoulder with an inquisitive brow, a smile breaks out over jeongguk’s face upon seeing the younger scurrying toward him.

“hey tiny,” he beams, “what’s up?”

sometimes, jimin forgets how gigantic jeongguk is until he’s standing right next to him. in reality, jimin knows he’s only a few inches or more taller than him, but jeongguk is big everywhere, thick and broad with defined muscles.

he’s the textbook definition of handsome: sharp cheekbones, pierced lip and brow, and tattoos covering the entirety of his toned arms.

suddenly, this feels much more intimidating. fiddling with his sweater, jimin’s eyes stray to jeongguk’s boots in hesitation. doubts begin to cloud his mind, uncertain if this was actually a good idea. jeongguk has been like a second older brother to him since he was fourteen.

“um,” jimin says, trying his best not to stutter, “i need to ask a favor of you. a really big one.”

whether jeongguk accepts or rejects his proposal, jimin hopes their relationship doesn't change for the worse.

“why do you look so nervous?” he chuckles, eyes narrowing in concern after a beat, “did something bad happen? is someone messing with you?”

his concerned response is exactly why jimin doesn’t need to be nervous, yet he is anyway, his pulse hammering away in his chest as jeongguk takes a step closer into his space. it's just jeongguk, jimin reminds himself, the same guy he's seen nearly every day for the past five years.

although now, jimin battles the distraction that is his hyung's signature, amber cologne.

“what? — no, it’s not that,” jimin scratches the back of his neck, reluctantly pulling his gaze to meet jeongguk’s, “i need your help. i need you to teach me… ah — how do i say this?”

“teach you?” he interjects, “are you failing your classes? i thought you were a straight A student.”

jimin groans internally.

why does jeongguk have to be so himself when jimin is already struggling to find the words to politely ask him to teach him how to fuck?

“no! i mean i am but just — stop. you’re not going to guess it.” he tacks on nervously.

“okay, okay, sorry,” jeongguk sighs in defeat, leaning up against the wall, “but just tell me. whatever it is, i’m sure i could help.”

jimin clears his throat, a blush rising. he can’t believe he’s really a foot away from jeongguk, about to ask him something like this. if jeongguk rejects him, he will have to hole up in his room wallowing in his horny shame for at least a few days.

“i need you to help teach me…” jimin squeezes his eyes shut as he quickly whispers the next words, “how to have sex.”

a pause.

“why are you whispering?" jeongguk asks dumbly, "i can’t hear you.”

he huffs, annoyed and flustered. he tugs jeongguk down to his height with a, “don’t be so loud!”

jeongguk rolls his eyes but relents in a quieter tone, “just hurry up and tell me, jimin-ah. i don’t have all day.”

uttering a curse to himself, jimin decides it’s best to just get it over with.

so he blurts, “i need you to teach me how — how to have sex .”

at first, there’s only a rigid silence blanketing the air.

slowly pulling back with wide doe eyes and shocked parted lips, jeongguk stares at him as if he’s grown two heads.

“come again?”

jimin smacks him hard on the bicep, which jeongguk responds with a sarcastic hiss as he cradles his “wounded” arm.

“i’m serious,” he pleads pathetically, “you heard me. i need you to — help me learn. please?”

jeongguk huffs incredulously, “why would you ask me something like that? no guys your age available? also, did you forget i’m friends with seokjin? your brother.”

“hyung,” jimin whines petulantly, “you’re just so experienced and i need someone like that to teach me how to impress my crush. pretty please?”

as jeongguk stared down at the small, silver-haired boy, he allowed jimin’s words to sink in. peering up with his plump lips pouted, puppy dog eyes activated, along with the batting of eyelashes for emphasis, jimin whines in his throat.

ashamedly, jeongguk’s dick twitched in his pants at the younger's request. being his best friend’s little brother, he strictly tried to view jimin as off-limits. honestly, it was a difficult process coming to that decision because he’s born witness to jimin filling out nicely, growing into and embracing his curvy figure that prompted the younger to wear items accentuating his thick hips and thighs. hastily, he would tear his eyes away from the image of jimin’s perky ass peeking from his skirts. when that no longer worked, jeongguk resorted to physically shaking his head or leaving the room altogether to squash the temptation of the resulting lustful thoughts.

and now here was the same, forbidden boy, the boy he’s known for years, and has assumed jimin was too pure, not ready or interested; let alone having sex on his radar, offering himself up to jeongguk on a silver platter and begging him to teach him.

he must be dreaming.

“you’re insane.” jeongguk concludes, deadpan as he crosses his arms over his chest.

then, there’s another sulky tug on jeongguk's folded arm.

“come on, i’ll do anything you ask in return?” jimin adds, “laundry? cleaning? i’ll even beg on my knees if you want.”

although he liked the sound of it, he didn’t want to appear too indulgent, too quickly. if he did this, it would have to be a secret. seokjin could never find out. if he's not careful, if they're not careful, things could go very wrong.

after a few more seconds mulling it over and trying to ignore the way blood continues rushing south as he stares at the pretty boy, jeongguk throws caution to the wind.

he huffs, lamenting, “fine, i’ll help you. just don’t tell anyone. we can't have seokjin finding out. got it?”

as jimin squealed and jumped with excitement, and after awkwardly hugging jeongguk, he added, “of course! thank you thank you thank you. you’re the best, hyung!”

he rolled his eyes but thought: this might be fun.

a lot of fun.

if anyone could show him the pleasures of sex, jeongguk would definitely be the man for the job.

✧

to say that jimin was a contradicting ball of eager, anxious energy about jeongguk accepting his proposal would be an understatement. since that afternoon, he had been anticipating their first lesson, his stomach erupting with a flurry of butterflies every time he thought about it.

it meant that he was one step closer to losing his virginity, which meant one step closer to blowing taehyung’s mind when they finally, hopefully, hooked up.

so when he got a text from jeongguk inviting him over to his apartment this weekend, jimin agreed, responding with his consent within a minute.

today was saturday, which meant seokjin was at the gym and then would head to his girlfriend’s house for the rest of the night. his parents would do whatever they do, jimin doesn’t really pay attention. they’re around, but both work so much that he usually only sees them for dinner. so, when jimin tells them he’s going out with friends, they don’t bat an eye.

the reality of the situation doesn't hit jimin until he's already standing at his doorstep and jeongguk opens the door in a tank top and gray sweats, the same familiar and charming smile plastered across his face.

“hey jimin-ah, come in,” he greets, stepping aside to let the younger one pass him.

jeongguk has only had his own place for about a few months now and jimin is shocked by how clean and well-decorated everything is. it smells just like jeongguk, with some traces of fresh linen from what jimin assumes is from him doing a load of laundry.

it’s more put together than he expected.

“wow, nice place,” jimin observes, still distracted by the kept state of the apartment for a college student; pleased with the fact that jeongguk had nice furniture, a flat-screen television, and a sufficiently sized, open kitchen.

jimin was aware jeongguk made good money on the side by apprenticing at a tattoo shop while he finished his graphic design classes but jimin is glad to know it seems to have paid off.

“thanks, it’s still pretty new so i haven’t had time to mess it up yet,” jeongguk laughs.

jimin giggles, trying to hide his nerves about the fact that his hyung is about to give him his first lesson. as their voices die down and jeongguk shuts the door behind him, an awkward tension settles in the air.

“do you want something to drink?” jeongguk quips, sensing jimin’s nerves, “i’ve got some water, tea, soda?”

“um — just water is good, thanks hyung,” he responds politely.

jeongguk nods, subtly imploring jimin to follow him to the kitchen with a quick wave of his hand.

“so,” jeongguk clears his throat, grabbing a glass of water for jimin, “tell me about this guy you’re trying to impress. does he go to our university? do i know him?”

“i don’t think you do,” he answers, leaning his hip on the side of the counter.

“okay, well is he older?” jeongguk pries as he sets the full glass down in front of him, “what’s his name?”

“really, hyung? now you’re interrogating me?” jimin says, a cheeky deflection.

it’s embarrassing enough to be here in this situation as a sad virgin. he doesn’t want to fawn over his crush or indulge in all the details of who it is. it would feel weird. plus, he doesn’t want to give jeongguk a reason to go around trying to find out if taehyung measures up to his standards.

“just trying to understand this, is all,” jeongguk explains, uncharacteristically serious, “i’ve never even heard you talk about a guy before, having a crush, so i’m curious.”

“i know,” jimin sighs, “the crushes i’ve had before haven’t really been this strong, i guess. but now — i really think this one could turn into something and i wanna be… prepared.”

jeongguk breathes a laugh at the pink hue staining jimin’s cheeks, nodding his head curtly at the younger’s answer.

“you’re so cute, min,” he ruffles his hair, “i get it, i do. shall we start then? we can go to my room if you want and talk about things.”

jimin grabs the glass, chugging the water in one go.

“sure, let’s go.”

✧

once they’re in jeongguk’s room, jimin takes a timid seat on the edge of his spacious bed. jeongguk stays standing, stopping a foot away from jimin.

“first things first,” he begins, clapping his hands together, “we will start with something light, just touching. i’ll teach you what to do, maybe how to give a hand job today? how does that sound?”

suddenly, his heart stutters. his hand is going to be on jeongguk’s dick in the next few minutes. okay, cool.

he gulps, nodding rapidly.

jeongguk gives him a reassuring smile before adding, “if we do something and you don’t like it or don’t feel comfortable, we can stop."

he takes a seat next to jimin on the bed, thighs brushing together, "or if you change your mind and want to do something else, just tell me. i just want you to feel like you can tell me anything as we do this.”

his whole spiel is rather sweet. jimin's kind of endeared that he’s taking it so seriously and wants him to feel as comfortable as possible.

“can you look at me, tiny?” jeongguk asks softly, gently directing his face in his direction with a hand on jimin’s chin, “do you have any questions?”

jimin is distracted. jeongguk’s hair is still damp from a shower in some places, stray dry strands twisting into curls.

tracing the curve of his nose, his gaze lowers to where jeongguk is biting his lip and his round, brown eyes are surveying his own expression. as jeongguk gently holds his face, he notes how big and calloused they are. suddenly, he’s beginning to understand the desperation of his former partners. jeongguk is undeniably handsome.

“um — yeah,” jimin squeaks, turning his head away, “no, i don’t have any questions.”

a few moments later, jeongguk has them standing for his demonstration.

being only a few inches from one another, jimin has to crane his neck slightly to be able to see his hyung's face completely, who's studying him with a curious smile.

shifting back and forth on his feet from the silence, jimin pops his lips together as a way to say go on.

“so,” jeongguk starts with a friendly grin, “let’s say you’re with your crush. you’re kissing, things are getting heated, basically — it’s escalating.”

jimin hums, listening attentively.

“you’re going to want to touch each other. now, don’t be shy at showing him how much you want him,” jeongguk’s large hands come to rest on jimin's lanky arms, “what you wanna do is touch his chest — his arms, stuff like that.”

“oh, okay, yeah,” he agrees.

honestly, jimin never thought much about the build-up to sex, too consumed with thoughts about the actual act of penetration itself but jeongguk is right.

this is important information.

“here,” jeongguk grabs jimin’s wrists abruptly, pulling him forward.

with a surprised yelp, jimin stumbles, his forehead nearly colliding with jeongguk’s chin. underneath where his palms rest over the swell of his pecs, jimin can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, contradicting his own erratic one.

“i'll show you," jeongguk continues, guiding his limp hands and allowing his fingers to slowly map his chest through his thin tank top.

when jeongguk brings his hands to run along the hardened muscle of his abs, jimin can’t suppress the slight hitch of his breath.

“nervous?” he prompts quietly, angling his head down to assess jimin’s reaction.

“no — just keep going,” jimin presses. when he's led to caress the sinewy muscles of jeongguk’s biceps, he has to resist the urge to squeeze and knead the hardened muscles the way his brain tells him to do.

it’s exhilarating, feeling a man like this. sparks of eagerness ignite. he wants to do more.

“then what do i do?” jimin asks in a small, breathless voice.

“you could always kiss his neck while your hands get lower,” jeongguk adds, returning jimin’s hands to trace along his abs, “be a tease if you want, but not too much — unless he’s somehow into that… dragging it out shit.”

jimin regains control, curiously moving along jeongguk’s abdomen lower and lower until his fingers reach the band of his sweatpants.

“o-okay… what else?”

“put your hand here,” jeongguk grabs his palm and places it over his soft bulge through the cotton, “cup him just firm enough to get the point across. that this is what you want.”

jimin is at a loss for words from feeling the outline of his length as he’s made to grip tighter.

an electrifying zap of lust shoots straight to his core, a heavy tension settling in between his legs when realizing how thick jeongguk is even through the separating layer.

he can't make eye contact, despite his hyung's gaze burning through him. he doesn't want to give away that only fondling is having that type of effect on him, that it has him wondering what it would feel like stretching his pussy open.

a few seconds pass before jeongguk speaks up, “can i kiss you?”

what?

when jimin peers at jeongguk, he realizes how close their faces have grown.

“kiss me?”

“how do you expect him to get hard if there’s no kissing or foreplay?" jeongguk responds smoothly, "am i not teaching you how to turn a guy on? i know you haven’t had much experience with kissing either.”

before jimin can form a sassy rebuttal, jeongguk manhandles him against the nearest wall with a knee between his thighs and his palms softly cupping his cheeks.

he's forced to meet jeongguk's penetrating gaze and the air spikes with an unfamiliar tension.

it’s not that jimin doesn’t want to kiss jeongguk. rather, it's the overwhelmingly confusing fact that he does want it and is already imagining how his lip ring would feel pressed against his lips.

“it’s just a kiss, tiny,” he laughs gruffly, his knee brushing against the skin of jimin's inner thighs.

his skirt has been forcibly rucked up by their position and if jimin moves even the slightest bit, his pussy is in the perfect position to bump jeongguk’s leg.

oh fuck. what did jimin get himself into?

he's slowly being consumed by jeongguk's looming figure dwarfing him as made to fall further against the wall.

jimin's pulse echoes in his ears from the thrilling, new proximity. he tries to calm the growing and incessant lust muddying his senses by taking a subtle, deep breath.

you’re here to learn, jimin reminds himself. jeongguk is just doing what's asked of him.

“fine," he agrees, deceptively nonchalant, "teach me how to do it.”

“as we kiss, keep your hand here if you want," jeongguk pointedly looks to where jimin still has a hand on him, "explore as much as you want.”

jeongguk’s thinner lips are slotting with jimin's before he can finish squeaking out an okay.

eyes fluttering from the hot pressure of jeongguk’s mouth mixing with the slightly cool touch of his lip ring, he whimpers, fumbling to react. jeongguk tilts his chin up, forcing his mouth to open wider.

the subtle, pleasant flavor of mint from the remnants of jeongguk's toothpaste distantly registers as their lips sensually glide together.

jeongguk’s hands travel to rest on the column of his slender neck as their spit-slick kiss moves faster, wet smacking noises resounding in the quiet room. the kiss grows heavier, sloppier, desperate. it's definitely the best kiss he's ever had, but he knows he must be falling short in hyung's eyes. jimin is still as uncoordinated as ever, stuck between enjoying and adequately matching jeongguk's lead.

it's a struggle to breathe through his nose as jeongguk's tongue slips past his lips, skillfully claiming his mouth. when jimin discovers the fattened erection under his limp hand, his whine is swallowed once more by the older's ravenous mouth.

after a few more seconds of him trying to reciprocate but failing to keep up the pace due to his racing thoughts, jeongguk pulls away to rest his forehead against his.

“stop thinking so much,” he scolds lightly, thumb delicately caressing jimin’s pillowy bottom lip, “and open your mouth wider — also don’t stand there like a dead fish, keep touching while you kiss.”

jimin rolls his eyes with a huff, “have any more pointers for me?”

“you wanna learn or not?" jeongguk teases, pausing when jimin's eyes dart away, "or are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“no, it’s not that,” he whispers, “i just feel so — i am clueless. it’s embarrassing.”

"practice makes perfect, little one,” jeongguk encourages, soothingly trailing his hands down the curve of his ribs, “remember, i’m not here to judge you.”

jimin hums, “okay… let’s try again.”

closing his eyes, jimin puckers his lips to start kissing again but is met with silence.

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