FOLLOW MY LEAD
- pairing: bff! Jeongin x Afab reader
- genre: fluff, smut, best friends to lovers
- tags: first time sex, 18+ content, noona reader, unprotected sex, oral (m,f), fingering, breeding, idol Jeongin, inexperienced Jeongin, corruption kink, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, feelings realization.
- word count: 7.5k
- summary: Jeongin finally decides to get a girlfriend and start doing things idols his age did, but the only problem was that he was a very inexperienced virgin, but feeling too embarrassed to seek advice from his band mates, what happens when Jeongin decides to ask his older best friend for advice on how to please a girl?
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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You and Jeongin have been best friends for almost four years now, the first time you met him was in the elevator in the building of your new apartment, you had just moved in a couple days ago and you still had new furniture deliveries coming even days after. You could remember vividly that afternoon, you were trying to balance two boxes in your hands as you tried to hit the button for your floor when some pretty boy rushed to stick his foot between the closing doors.
He had looked pretty nervous when he came in and probably realized he was in the elevator alone with a face he had never seen. Jeongin stood quietly beside you after pressing his floor which you noticed was one above yours, he glanced at you curiously from the corner of his eye, eyeing the boxes in your hands.
“Hi, I’m your new neighbor in case you were wondering. I just moved in a few days ago” you offered a smile when you saw he wasn’t ready to do anything but glance at you.
“Oh h-hi, I wasn’t informed that someone was moving in” he responded with a small wave.
“I didn’t know they made announcements about stuff like that,” you mused, “I’m y/n”
“Jeongin, nice to meet you, and welcome to the neighborhood I guess” he said while flashing the prettiest dimpled smile you had ever seen on a guy, he was cute.
“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around Jeongin, this is my floor” you said as the elevator beeped and came to a halt, stepping out and waving at him before the door closed back.
After that first encounter, you bumped into him a few more times in the building and ended up exchanging numbers and your friendship grew from that point on. You found out that he was a singer and dancer in a band with 7 other people, he had a room mate who was also in his band but was like an older brother to him, you also found out that you were a few years older than Jeongin and that he was a very adorable and innocent little guy. Since you became best friends, Jeongin came around your apartment a lot, he said it was his escape for when he needed a break from work which was very often.
He was over at your house that evening, it was a rainy day, one for doing nothing at all except maybe watching a show. You were lying in your bed together, you on your stomach as you struggled to keep your eyes open while he was on his back next to you. There was some ghost hunting show playing on your TV, but you'd both stopped paying attention to it. The sound of raindrops beating against your window was far more fascinating.
"Can I... ask you... something?" he asked, breaking the silence eventually.
"Hm?" you reply, propping yourself onto your elbows so you could stare down at him next to you. He was staring up at the ceiling, brown eyes pensive, his expression ever so hard to decipher.
He opened his mouth to speak, but just as quickly closed it again. A moment later he opened it, and then closed looking like a fish out of water.
"Today would be nice," you teased, but regret took over instantly when you watched him gulp. He didn't shoot back with an insult of his own, something which was very uncharacteristic of him.
"How do you... you know... pleasure a girl?"
You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your mouth. Jeongin’s face burned bright, a mixture of humiliation and annoyance. It was the last thing you ever thought he'd ask and you still couldn't tell if he was teasing you or not, although something in his tone told you he was being dead serious.
"Shut up," he says, glaring at you. "Minji invited me to her house this weekend. She keeps reminding me that her roommates aren't going to be home so I think she wants to... you know?"
Your eyebrows shot up. You felt a swell of pride grow in your chest because your best friend was finally getting some action, but you couldn't also ignore the pang of jealousy that lingered either.
His original question made sense now—Jeongin had never gotten further than kissing anyone. If he had, he would have told you. He literally told you everything, after all.
"What, you want me to teach you?"
It was a rhetorical question, not meant to be anything more than a joke. But your best friend stayed quiet. The ‘no, dumbass’ that you expected from him as a reply never came.
"Well, how else am I supposed to learn?" he grumbles and that's when your heart skipped a beat. He never looked this vulnerable, like he was one second away from disappearing through the floorboards of your bedroom.
"Have you watched porn?" you asked, not really knowing what else to say.
"Obviously," he says, and his cheeks becoming tinted with pink. "But I want to try do it myself."
Well, that was a given. Taking notes was actually different from putting them to practice. Plus, he was a boy. You doubted he ever made it past the trending page where all of the porn was scripted and fake.
You pushed yourself onto your knees, sighing as you considered where to start. You were older and more experienced than him, yes, but that didn't mean you were an expert by any means.
"Well, all girls are different. They like different things, want different things. Some like to be in charge, some don't. But as general advice," you say, throwing one of your legs over Jeongin's waist so you could straddle him, "don't be afraid to touch her."
The younger boy's eyes nearly flew out of their sockets as you settled on his crotch. His entire body tensed up. He stayed frozen beneath you, so you took him by his wrists and guided his hands to your thighs.
"The most important part is foreplay. If you don't get her warmed up, you won't be able to penetrate her," you tell him. Your voice dropped an octave or two to set the ball rolling, all husky unlike anything Jeongin had heard from you.
Slowly, delicately, you dragged his hands up your thighs. He was nearly panting as he tried to relish the way your soft flesh felt under his palms. You guided them along your hips, making him trace your waist, and ignoring the doubt at the back of your mind before you brought his hands up to your chest.
With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you squeezed Jeongin’s hands that were beneath yours, subconsciously letting out a soft moan as he cupped your breasts. You were sort of scared he would pass out underneath you. His eyes were even wider than before somehow, his mouth opened forming a circle, breaths so shallow now—you were not even sure if he was breathing at all.
"Relax, Innie," you rasped.
It was when you ground your hips down in an effort to loosen him up that you felt it—he was hard. His length poked against your thigh, straining against his sweatpants as you dragged your clothed pussy over it. You felt like you were going to melt. A Cheshire cat grin formed on your lips knowing that you had just made your best friend hard.
In all his stubbornness, however, he still wouldn’t relax. You'd had your fair share of stupid ideas in your life, but you didn't think any of them came close to the one that formed in your mind in that moment.
"Can I kiss you?" you ask, bending your body towards him. Your hands kept moving his over your clothed chest, groping and kneading at your tits. He gulped at your question before nodding, and then you were leaning your face in against his.
You came in slow, teasing. Your hands had stopped moving as your breath mixed with his. You were so close, and yet Jeongin still didn't have the courage to pull you in or meet you halfway, he was so... pliant. He just kept staring at your lips looking dumb struck.
With a grin, you finally put him out of his misery, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. You couldn't ignore the way your stomach fluttered, but you were too enraptured by the younger boy's plush lips to question whether it was lust or something else that was making you fuzzy.
The kiss was innocent—at first with you softly massaging his lips with yours but then you pushed your tongue against his bottom lip seeking for entrance and the moment he parted his lips; hunger took over and he deepened the kiss eliciting a moan from the base of your throat. Your hips rolled against his lap harder than before and Jeongin let out a tiny moan against your mouth.
You never were really the needy type. Sex wasn't something you craved too often. But in that moment, with Jeongin underneath you, rutting his hips against yours, and letting you lick into his mouth, you needed him.
Jeongin had always been good at reading you (not that you even hid your emotions well anyway), but you had grown close enough to the point where he could practically read your thoughts. He could sense that you were desperate for him, and his hands started to move downwards on his own accord. He was hesitant, wondering when you would stop him or give him his next directions. But you never did. You just let him act purely on his instincts, his large hands following the curve of your body until his fingers find the top of your sweatpants. You pulled away then, your lips puffy, your mind dizzy from being breathless.
"Take them off," you instructed him, and that was enough for him to commit, he hooked his thumbs in your waistband pushed the fabric down your legs. As he struggled to get them past your knees, you lifted your body slightly off him to assist him before you threw yourself onto your bed, lying on your back so you could kick your pants off the rest of the way.
For a moment Jeongin's eyes widened, then he was flicking his gaze between your lacy black thongs and your face. He had turned a pretty shade of red and you wondered if he really had never seen a female body so up close before.
"Go on," you say, seductively parting your legs as if both inviting him to settle between them and encouraging him to strip you entirely.
The kiss must have worked, even if a little bit because he scooted forward into the space you created for him, curling his fingers around your panties and tugging them down slowly. The cool air hit your dripping cunt immediately as he exposed you, and you gasped because how were you this wet already?
"See this?" you say, your index finger landing on the nub above your hole. Jeongin nodded intently as if he wasn’t staring at his best friend's pussy. "That's called the clit, got it? Now you have no excuse. Don’t neglect it. Even when you're fucking her. Most girls can't cum unless you stimulate their clit."
There was a flash of panic across his face. Crap. He was not ready fuck you this soon, his brain still hadn’t caught up with his current situation.
"Noona, but... what about foreplay first?" he said, speaking for the first time since your lecture started.
"You wanna eat me out?" you didn’t know why the fuck you just asked that.
Jeongin's dick twitched in his pants. Yes, he definitely wanted to eat you out. He wanted to devour you until you were shaking, wanted to taste your juices (he could bet you tasted sweet and heavenly), wanted your thighs wrapped around his head. He nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
You sighed. "Okay, well, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to instruct you on eating pussy. Let me see, I guess you just— oh."
He cut you off when he dove between your legs, his tongue licking a long stripe between your folds. He had watched enough porn to think he at least had an idea of what to do. And he was right—his lips wrapped around your clit and the quiet moan you gave when he sucked told Jeongin he was actually on the right track.
His tongue moved experimentally against your heat, licking at you with a precision that left you surprised by the way your eyes roll back. You'd always liked it when boys were sloppy eating you out. No rhythm, no pattern, just flicking their tongues in whatever way made you arch your back. Lack of experience could make you overthink your technique—your movements turned static. But somehow, and maybe it was because it was Jeongin, there was no denying the heat that steadily built up in your abdomen.
"Fuck, Innie," you whined.
He pulls away for a second, blinking back at you with fear. "What?"
With a pout and a roll of your eyes, you tangle your fingers into his raven hair and push him back down between your legs. "That means you're doing good, aegi."
Jeongin's hands instinctively came to wrap around your thighs at the sound of the nickname usually you called him when he was being adorable, he gripped the soft flesh as he held your legs in place, spread you apart for him. His tongue swirled over your bud ceremoniously. Each circle he drew against your clit sent pinpricks of pleasure throughout each and every one of your nerves. The flame in your stomach grew stronger and stronger with every second.
If you weren't so entranced by the way he worked his mouth against you then maybe you would have made fun of him for having his eyes closed. Instead, you tugged at the roots of his hair, and his gaze meets yours in an instant.
"Eye contact. Don't be scared of it," you say, and the end of your sentence morphed into a moan. It was tough to remember that you were supposed to be 'teaching' him, not just getting free head.
From that point on, Jeongin's piercing foxlike eyes never left yours. He felt himself easing into it a little bit, his tongue and lips moving almost by themselves now. It meant he got to focus on your face, how your eyebrows rose a little, how your eyes twinkled, how your lips parted ever so slightly. How you looked so fucked out and you hadn't even cum yet. You looked this gorgeous because of him.
The heat in your abdomen started to pulse. Your breathing turned ragged and your eyes rolled back again. Jeongin knew what was happening. You telling him just confirmed it.
"I'm close, Innie—oh, fuck... Please, Innie, please..." you moaned, throwing your head back.
And just like that, your back arched off the bed as the flame erupted and you finally made it over the edge. You cried out as you hit your climax, letting out a high-pitched mixture of a curse and Jeongin's name. He tried to pull away, maybe unsure of whether it felt better to continue through an orgasm or not, but you refused to let him. Once you had come down from your high, your hand released his hair and he sat back watching you.
"Congrats, Yang Jeongin," you chuckled, sighing. He hated it when you called him by his family name, but something about you using it in this moment made his heart swell. "You just made a woman cum."
The expression he stared back at you with was so adorable. His cheeks were flushed and there was a dazed look in his eyes. He looked shocked and in disbelief, but there was a little bit of pride there, perhaps exaggerated by the sight of your cum glimmering all over his lips.
"Come here, aegi" you say smiling, you patted the space beside you as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Ever so obedient, he moved to take the spot while you tugged your panties back up your legs. He was staring at you, so you leaned towards him, slowly in case he backed away. But he didn't, so you connected your lips with his again. It's a soft, careful kiss; your body was too weak from your orgasm to make it into anything more, but you didn't want anything more anyway.
Subconsciously you shifted closer to him until you were pressed flush against him, and it was then that you were reminded of his erection which still hadn't been dealt with. Poor boy was probably in agony.
You pulled away from Jeongin's lips, a string of spit following as you did. It was your turn to crawl in between his legs with a devilish grin on your face.
"Wait noona, what are you...?" he started asks, frowning as you toyed with the waistband of his sweats. In the back of his head, he knew, he had seen this in porn before but he didn't want to assume.
"Paying you back," you tell him, I mean you thought it was pretty obvious. "Unless you don't want me to. Oh, my god, I just presumed." You panicked.
"No," he cut you off, his voice cracking. "Please..."
This time there was no reluctance whatsoever when you pulled his sweatpants down his legs, followed by his Bottega boxers. His cock was a shade darker than his skin and bright red at the tip, veiny, swollen and looked so enticing that you started drooling. It was also huge. That was the real shocker, it was one of the biggest cocks you had faced. Maybe even the biggest. All this time you couldn’t believe he'd been packing.
He jolted when your hand wrapped around him. "You need me to stop, I’ll stop, just say the word" you assured him, waiting until he nodded to resume.
You started with slow strokes up and down, collecting the pre-cum that dripped from his sensitive tip, smothering it all over the rest of his length. Briefly you pulled away to spit in your palm before wrapping them around him again. Your hand memorized each ridge that ran along his cock and all you could think was how pretty it was. How you couldn't wait to gag on it.
No, literally, you can't wait any longer. You leaned forward, your lips wrapping around his tip, tongue lapping at the slit to get a taste of his arousal.
The thought that this was his first time ever getting sucked off had you reeling. You were dizzy just thinking about it, really. You could probably even half-ass it and he'd still cum. Or you could put your all into it and he would cum so hard that no one would else would be able to compare and you would be the only one who could possibly make him feel that good. That seemed like a better option to you.
All of it spurred you on, and one look at Jeongin's blushing fucked out face had you slowly taking him inch by inch into your mouth. You struggled as you made your way down to his base, tears brimming in your eyes once he hit the back of your throat. You stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion in your wind pipe.
In that moment, Jeongin's cock twitched and with a gasp, he came, and it was as unexpected to him as it was to you, but you'd never been a quitter, so you let him spill every last drop of his thick cum down your throat while his head spun and he watched you with awe and embarrassment gracing his features.
"I'm s-sorry," he mutters as you pop off of his cock, spluttering a little as you catch your breath.
"For what?" You knew, you just wanted to hear him say it.
"I didn't last." He said sheepishly.
A smile spread over your face, one that you could only hope was reassuring. You helped him pull his boxers and his pants back up and for a fleeting moment you were tempted to cuddle up next to him, until the lustful fog in your mind cleared and you remembered once more that this was still meant to be platonic. A friend teaching another friend. So, you just sat crisscrossed next to him instead.
"Didn't know I was that good at sucking dick," you quipped, joking around to hide the possessiveness that had sprouted within you. You'd sucked off boys who were inexperienced before yet none of them had cum so quickly. It was not a coincidence. Jeongin wasn't just worked up—he was worked up for you. You just knew it.
Your best friend sat up, ever so subtly he moved an inch or two away from you, but you noticed. You noticed how he swallowed thickly. You noticed how he could barely look you in the eye.
"Um...I’ve never told Minji that I’m a virgin, you know," he admitted after a few moments of silence. He twiddled with his fingers in his lap, looking everywhere but at you.
Was he asking you what you thought he was asking you?
"Are you going to?" you say carefully.
"I... I want to have experience with that too," he shrugs. “I think?”
I want you to take my virginity, is what you hear.
Your lips curled into a knowing smile again. It took everything in you not to grab him in your arms and squeeze him and hold him tight and kiss him all over. He was so precious!
"Well, I'm always here to help if that’s what you want. Isn't that what best friends are for?"
Later that night, Jeongin was back in his apartment. After he left your apartment, he silently had his dinner and avoided running into his roommate. He had showered and gotten ready for the night when his mind started to wander.
Jeongin thought he was a terrible person.
He was finally seeing someone, a pretty girl who was not intimidated by him like everyone else was. She was so sweet to him, and funny too. She made him laugh without even trying.
So why were you the only thing that was on his mind?
He laid in his bed and his mattress had never felt so uncomfortable. He had practice in the morning, so he needed to rest, but every time he shut his eyes to try and sleep all he could see was the image of you, his best friend, with his cock down your throat.
He still remembered your taste, so sweet as it dribbled onto his tongue. He remembered your lips, warm and plush against his. How your mouths moved together so... naturally, even though they shouldn't have. Best friends didn't kiss like that. Jeongin ignored this, of course. He distracted himself by thinking about your eyes, peering up at him as he came in your mouth or rolling back as his tongue moved against your clit, your irises shining like he'd never seen before. He remembered the feel of your tits, so soft, so heavenly through your t-shirt. His felt like hands were made for touching them.
He couldn't wait to be inside you. Oh, the thought made his head spin and the sooner he fell asleep the sooner it would happen. Jeongin shut his eyes, and now he welcomed your face that was there, and when he drifted off to sleep, he was dreaming about you.
Two days later, you get a text from your best friend.
In an instant, you replied.
Moments later, a message pinged again.
You couldn't hold back the smile that took over your face, knowing full well that his hands were sweating after sending the text.
You: only if you know you're ready
Twenty minutes pass before there's a knock at your front door and you're shuffling over to open it. When you did, Jeongin was standing there, his body tense yet his face not betraying a single emotion as usual. His eyes glint for a moment when you appear before you're dragging him inside and to your room.
He remained by the bedroom door after you've shut it behind him, even after you'd launched yourself onto your bed with the assumption that he'd follow you, because he practically lived here anyway and after practice it was always straight to yours and you usually made him dinner or ordered take out while he showered here and spent the night binge watching dramas with you.
Now he stood there, frozen, as though he was in an unfamiliar place.
"Innie? What's the matter?" you ask, a little worried.
Hands stuffed into the pockets of his grey hoodie, he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, staring down at the carpeted floor as he contemplated. When you didn't get any response from him other than a dejected huff, you pushed yourself off your bed and shuffled over to him.
"You that nervous?" you ask, low. His breath quickened when your hand settled on his cheek and you forced his eyes to meet yours.
"I'm... scared," he admits.
It was so unlike him to say something like that that it made you shiver. Jeongin never got nervous. Not before games, not before shows even. So, for him to confess that he was more than nervous was frightening.
"Of course, you are. It's your first time," you assured him. "We don't have to do—"
"No! I want to," he rushes out, his sudden eagerness giving you a whiplash. "I'm scared, but that doesn't mean I'm not ready."
His words instantly put any sparks of doubt in your mind to rest, and you smiled at him fondly.
"Okay, but you still need to relax a little," you say, swatting your hands at his raised shoulders until they fall. "Don't worry, I'll help you."
You take his hand, guiding him to your bed to sit him down at the edge of it before you crawled into his lap, placing your thighs on either side of him.
"Gonna kiss you, okay?" you tell him.
He blinks, and instead of giving a response he brings his mouth to yours. There's a swell of pride in your chest that only grew when you felt the weight of his hands resting on your hips. You kissed him back promptly, hands reaching up to grip his shoulders as your mouths mingled together. Somewhere along the way your tongue shoved against his and Jeongin squeezed at your waist in response.
Out of instinct, your hips started to roll against the younger boy underneath you as the desperation for friction began to grow between your legs. To your surprise, you felt his fingers begin to inch downwards, pulling at the band of your shorts and you couldn't help but grin against his lips.
The moment he pulled away, you pouted, but it was seeing his cute, blushing face that eased the disappointment.
"I wanna try using my fingers this time," he tells you and you almost screamed because he was so sweet. Your thumb stroked his cheek, your eyes taking in his facial features: his pointed nose, his pouty, full lips that are so soft, his pretty brown foxlike eyes adorned with a thick set of eyelashes, his carved high cheekbones...
Maybe he wasn’t yours yet, but he would be. You were going to make sure of it.
With one last peck against Jeongin's lips, you crawled out of his lap and laid back against your pillows, waiting patiently for him. A voice in your head screamed at you, telling you to strip and open your legs for him and let him finger you already, but the more sensible part of you figured that he would never learn if you did everything for him.
Delicately touching you, he nudged your knees open, kneeling between the space they created before his hands were pulling your shorts down your legs along with your panties. The look in his eyes was something you would never get tired of. What was usually nonchalance was replaced with a twinkly daze as Jeongin licked his lips at the sight of your pussy.
He reached forward, fingertips just shyly teasing your hole, taking some of the arousal that's dripped out of you before he migrated to your clit. You gasped as he spreads your slick over your bud, drawing circles as he started to stimulate your nerves.
"Innie..." you whine, curious as to how he'll react. "Please, your fingers."
He stared at you, blinking, and for a fleeting moment you could swear that the ghost of a smirk appeared on his face. The pads of his fingers kept tracing circles into your clit for a while, but after another pleading whimper from you, he slid them down to your entrance once more, but never dipping inside. He glanced up at you, and it was clear what he was asking of you.
"Always start with one finger," you tell him. "When she asks for more give her two. Keep them curled up and move your whole arm. In and out." you explain, demonstrating the motion with your fingers, the same ones that had never even gotten you close.
Jeongin gave a determined nod before he slipped his finger inside, eyes widening at how little resistance there was from how soaked you are. He did as you instructed, crooking his digit upwards against your soft walls. He drew it back out and there was something so teasing in the way he watched the string of arousal that was attached to his finger as it came out. To your surprise, your entire face burned with humiliation.
"I-innie," you breathe, begging but you weren’t sure what for. In any other case you would never be so flustered, but because it was Innie, it made you grow hot.
With a hum, he slid back in, curls it up again and finding a steady pace with his arm, one that had you squirming around in no time. He urged the knot in your stomach to grow with every push and pull, tiny gasps and pants leaving your mouth as he brushed against your sweet spot repeatedly. He was a natural,
"Feels so good," you keened, your hips moving against Jeongin's hand. The cogs were visibly turning in his brain, and before you knew it there's a second finger dipping inside you. A high-pitched moan that slipped from your mouth let him know that he was doing good, giving him the confidence to keep going and he dared move a little bit faster than before.
While Jeongin's fingers were slender, they were still thicker than yours, and boy were they far longer. He reached a part inside of you that your fingers could only dream of reaching, and it turned your brain to mush. Tiny pants leaving your lips, broken ever so often by a whine of Jeongin's name. He felt it between his legs—the way you breathed the syllables out so softly, so desperately, it was starting to get him worked up too.
You were starting to squirm more. Jeongin's attentiveness proved extremely beneficial because he noticed it immediately. He picked up speed again, moving his arm now with the undying determination to get you to your edge. His eyebrows knitted together for a second as he contemplated. Then one glance at your pleading eyes and your hanging mouth and he brought his thumb to your clit to move it in tiny circles.
"Innie... fuck," you moaned. His face was scrunched into concentration, narrowed eyes flicking back and forth between watching his fingers sink in and out of your cunt, and your pretty face as he dragged you closer and closer.
"Gonna cum soon, Innie," you breathe. Each pump of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure to your core, every flick of his thumb sending shivers down your spine. Then before you knew it, your orgasm hurtled towards you in a wave of tight muscles and a burning heat in your abdomen. Your eyes rolled all the way back, your back arching high into the air, and Jeongin kept on fucking you with his fingers even as you gasped and cried out with pleasure.
He stared at you, a mix of awe and pride behind his dark eyes. His heart was pounding, close to leaping out of his chest as something stirred within him. This satisfaction was the same one he felt when he made a perfect set; when he scored a perfect goal; when he won. That sensation of being untouchable, of having adrenaline flowing through his veins—he had it, knowing he was the one that made you writhe, made you tremble, made you whimper, made you cum.
As you laid there, recovering from your orgasm, you were just as surprised as Jeongin. Sure, it was possible to mimic things from porn, and it was possible to follow your instincts, but aside from the timidness in how Jeongin slid his fingers within your pussy, it almost seemed like he knew what he was doing.
What he'd never confess to you was that he had spent the last few nights doing 'research'. Out of curiosity and the eagerness to impress you, he had found himself searching up tips online—in-depth explanations behind the female orgasm. Jeongin knew there was only so much you could explain to him, so he turned to the internet and absorbed some of the more basic pieces of advice, the ones he felt were imperative to making you feel good without you telling him.
As Jeongin withdrew his fingers, your hand latched onto his wrist and you brought it to your mouth. He was awestruck as you wrapped your lips around his digits and taking them down to the knuckle, making a show of swirling your tongue all around them. You gazed at him the entire time, your tummy fluttering because he looked so nervous, all flushed as his lips parted and he breathed hard. He shifted a little as his sweatpants suddenly became too tight.
You swallowed down your own arousal, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and an innocent smile and Jeongin was convinced he'd died and gone to heaven because if you were not an angel then what were you?
"You did so good," you say with sincerity, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Innie. Now get on your back for me."
You pushed at his chest until you'd swapped places with him and you're kneeling between his legs, pulling at the top of his sweatpants until they're off and tossing them onto the floor somewhere. His boxers came off next, his pretty cock springing up when you tugged them down his legs.
As if your hand was drawn to him, your fingers wrapped around his thick length immediately, mouth drooling at the thought of swallowing him. Before you could bend forward and wrap your lips around him however, Jeongin grabbed your hand and panic set into your chest in an instant.
"W-wait," he says. "I don't think you should do that noona."
"Why? Are you okay?" you ask. Subconsciously your hands move to his thighs, moving gently up and down them in an attempt to soothe him.
"I'm fine. I just... um..." He grew silent then, eyes breaking away from yours to look around the room instead. You sat back onto your knees, away from him.
"I just... wanna make sure I last this time," he finally admits. "For you."
Your heart nearly bursts. Jeongin, who hated being vulnerable in front of other people. Jeongin, while he'd never struggled being vulnerable in front of you, had never looked so vulnerable as he did now.
You dove forward, smashing your lips against his because you couldn't phrase your adoration for him in this moment if you tried. "Are you sure?" you ask a moment later.
"I owe you one though," you wink, giggling as he swallowed hard. "I still need to get you ready first. Always got to have some sort of lubrication, especially with your size."
You brought your palm to your mouth, spitting into it swiftly before taking Jeongin's cock in your hand and pumping it a few times. It was sweet the way he flinched a little and his thighs trembled at your touch, and you even heard the faintest groan from him. It made you clench, the urge to have him inside you increasing with every second that passed.
You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap so you could guide his cock between your folds. With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you bucked your hips up, eyes locked on the way his length gleamed with a mix of your spit and your slick. Pre-cum drooled from his tip in globs, adding to the sticky mixture. It's all so lewd, and he's not even inside you yet.
"Please... I can't," Innie whispers, and it's then that you noticed how his hands were twisted into your sheets so hard that his knuckles turned white.
"Touch me first. Then I'll put it in," you say, maintaining the slow roll of your hips against his needy cock. You lifted the bottom of your t-shirt up, just enough to expose your tits to the cool air, and Jeongin's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when you did.
God, he couldn't get over how pretty they were. He was drooling, and he knew he'd touched them before, but not like this. Slowly, he reached up, no longer focused on your dripping cunt grinding against him over and over. Instead, all he could do was observe in wonder as his hands cupped around the soft mounds on your chest and squeezed. His stomach fluttered at your moan, so he squeezed again, moving his fingers in circles until he mustered up the confidence to tweak at your nipples.
"Oh, Innie," you sigh. "Fuck! That's good."
He gave a proud smile—it was something he read about. He pinched at the peaks and kneaded your tits, no longer held back by any sort of hesitation.
"I'm gonna put it in now," you breathe out, waiting until he nods. "Try to hold out, yeah?"
To your delight, Innie rolled his eyes, and a playful grin forms on his lips. It's wiped away the moment you tease your entrance with his tip, his eyes screwing shut, his hands flying to your hips.
This is it; you think. One swoop and he was all yours. He gave a shuddered breath when you sank down on him slowly, while you shivered at the sensation of him stretching you out. Every inch was heavenly, leaving you spiraling as he bottomed out inside you, until you're finally sitting on top of his pelvis.
It was even better than you could have expected.
You leaned in, kissing him softly as Jeongin relished in the way your pussy hugged his cock. It was everything all at once—soft, warm, wet, tight. You weren’t even moving yet. How on earth was he supposed to last?
"Can I move, Innie?" you ask, smoothing your hands up his defined chest until they settled on his shoulders.
"Y-yeah, it's just tight," he says, eyes finally fluttering open again.
Slowly, you lifted your hips, then bring them back down again, zeroing in on his reaction to your first movement. His jaw clenched a little and he pinched at your waist, and then his own hips bucked up against yours so you did the same thing again until you found a steady pace and before long, you were bouncing up and down on your best friend's cock.
"You like that, aegi?" you ask him, bending forward once more to kiss him. This time you brought your lips lower, trailing along his jaw, down to his neck, leaving a flurry of small pecks against his flesh there. So badly you want to mark him up, cover him in purple little bites—show Minji he's yours... But you restrained yourself. You were better than that.
"Yeah," he breathes, the end of his word morphing into a moan. "Feels really fucking good."
"Yeah?" You lean in close to his ear, bringing your voice down to a mere whisper. "I've been waiting forever for this, you know." You confessed.
You leaned back with the sudden urge to see his face as you kept your ass bouncing on him, letting out high-pitched whimpers as his cock dragged against your walls deliciously. He was so big that you were quickly growing breathless from the sheer effort it took you to raise your body up and back down on him, and paired with the pleasure that bubbled deep inside you, your limbs were starting to turn numb from bliss.
“Fuck really?” he groaned. “you’re gonna drive me mad noona! God…”
The sight of Jeongin beneath you was one you would never get tired of. His eyes shone with a dreamy haze, his lips parted as tiny gasps left his mouth and a peachy blush spread all over his face and neck. He looked like a mess. Worse than after any three-hour long stage performance, and it was all your doing.
"Close, Innie?" you ask, dragging your long-manicured nails down his chest, relishing in how his cock throbbed within you when you did. He answered with a hum and a nod and despite the burn in your thighs, you picked up even more speed.
"Me too," you tell him, clenching around him with a devious smile. Your hands moved to where his hands rested on your hips still, and in one swift movement you pinned them to the bed. By now you were fucking yourself back onto him with no intention other than to cum, all morals thrown out the window as you basked in the sensation of Jeongin's cock pulsing against your sweet spot. "Wait for me, okay? It's rude to cum before a woman." You pant wistfully.
It was mostly a joke, but Jeongin knew you were also half serious. He freed one of his hands from your grasp, attaching his thumb to the bundle of nerves right near where his cock slams in and out of you, rapidly tracing circles there, the way he knew would get you weak every time. Your clit was all swollen, so sensitive from your prior orgasm that you practically collapsed the moment he stimulated it.
"Oh my- fuck, Innie," you squealed, curling your fingers into his t-shirt as you clenched around him involuntarily this time.
Next thing you knew, your lower abdomen erupted with heat and your entire body pulsed. Your brain short-circuited as your orgasm washed over you, legs aching and trembling but it felt so good. Despite how fuzzy your mind was, you found that you were still grinding against Jeongin however you'd lost all previous momentum and force, now just shallowly bucking your hips to get you through your climax.
Jeongin was twitching underneath you, struggling to hold out for much longer from how your cunt squeezed around him.
"Cum for me, Innie," you mumbled, nuzzling against his neck. "Inside please."
And that was all he needed to hear—a second later and he was spilling inside you with a strained grunt, his cock spurting out white, warm, sticky ropes until you were filled up. His chest heaved against your cheek where you lay resting.
The next few moments were silent, occupied only by soft breaths as you and Jeongin recovered from your orgasms.
Eventually, you broke the silence with a yawn when you reminded yourself again that this was supposed to be a lesson. "Aftercare is key," you say, voice cracking.
"Especially if you go at it for a while, you have to check in on each other and make sure you're both okay." you added.
"Are you okay?" Jeongin asks, so much irony in how innocent he seemed while his cock was still buried inside you.
You giggle. "I am. But I meant now is the time to communicate your needs. For example, I always get super thirsty."
You sit up, wincing as you slide Jeongin's soft cock out of you, already missing the fullness that was akin to a hug.
Jeongin glances to the left, spotting a water bottle on your bedside table. He grabbed it carefully and handed it to you after screwing the cap open. You were melting over him again, a common occurrence recently, but he was just so compliant.
"Thank you, Innie," you say, taking the bottle so you can sip at the liquid that was deliciously refreshing as it slid down your throat. "So good for me." You lovingly praised him. Jeongin just watched you closely.
After, you handed it back to him and he placed it back in its original spot. Jeongin tucked his hands behind his head, gazing up at you with stars in his eyes.
"I also like being held after sex," you tell him. Slowly you lower yourself back down against his chest, nuzzling your face into his shirt so tenderly that Jeongin flinches. He was used to you being touchy, used to the way you always had your hands on him; hell, he was even used to cuddling you. But something about this was different, it was new. It got his heart pounding, and it was not from his climax.
It felt so natural when his arms came around you and they held onto you tight, tighter than he'd ever held you. Your heart swelled with so many emotions as you settled into him.
“Me too,” Jeongin suddenly muttered, you tilted your head to look at him. He was gazing at you with an expression similar to what you knew you were feeling. “I’ve been waiting forever for you noona… and thank you for being my first”
Your mouth fell open as you processed what your best friend had just said to you, Jeongin smiled down at you happily and closed your mouth in the sweetest kiss yet that night.
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Authors note: I was up all night trying extract this whole scenario from my head, I know I'm not the only noona who has a thing for innocent Jeongin ;). I want to listen to all your feedback on this one and give me suggestions on who I should write next!
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