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Jungkook’s tummy feels strange. There’s a tingling warmth building up inside of him that he can’t quite explain and it’s making his gut clench; he’s almost nauseous with it. Maybe he’s getting sick. Maybe he’s gonna wake up in the morning with a fever and he’ll have to take time off and he’ll get behind with practice. Jungkook sighs, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. He really doesn’t have time for this; he needs to sleep.
To his surprise, coils of pleasure begin twisting in his lower abdomen as he lays face down, crotch flush against the mattress. He rolls his hips gingerly, gasping quietly as the dizzyingly pleasant feelings continue. What is happening to him? Why does he feel this way? Obviously, he isn’t clueless. He knows what sex is and what erections are (and that he’s sporting a particularly aggressive one at this moment) but he’s never taken a particular interest, always putting it to the back of his mind as something to be dealt with when he’s older. So, at the age of 19, Jungkook has never had an orgasm. Whenever he gets hard, which isn’t so often anymore, he just waits for it to go away, not bothering to see what all the hype around jerking off is about. And there’s the slight issue that he doesn’t really understand the mechanics of exactly how to get himself off.
Maybe he should try to have an orgasm just this once; maybe he’ll even enjoy it. He grinds his hips downwards once more, shuddering at the sparks that flicker in his stomach at the contact. It’s too much. Jungkook sighs again, rolling back onto his back to stop himself from chasing the pleasure. All of this is a little too overwhelming to deal with alone.
He thinks back to what Namjoon has always told him — if he has a question or a problem, he should tell one of his hyungs, and they can try to help him. So, that’s what he decides to do in this situation, putting his embarrassment aside in favour of practicality (and getting rid of his painful boner).
Namjoon picks up on the first ring, clearly having had his phone to hand, probably lying in bed similarly to jungkook. “Hey, JK! You alright?”
“Yeah... just can’t sleep.” Jungkook suddenly isn’t sure how to broach the subject.
“Awh, no. Are you feeling okay? Anxious about anything?” Namjoon coos, concern evident in his voice.
“That’s— I, um, actually wanted to talk to you about something? Ask you a question?”
“Ask away, baby.” The pet name makes him shiver.
“It’s, uh, it’s k-kind of embarrassing?” Jungkook mumbles, stumbling on his words. “Have— fuck, I mean, how do... how do you... orgasm?” He hides his reddening face with a hand despite the fact that Namjoon can’t see him through the phone. “I-I’ve never… I’ve never touched myself... there... before. A-And you said!” His voice is high-pitched and whiny with shame. “You said I could ask if I had a-any questions or problems, so... here I am.” He laughs nervously, rambling to fill the silence.
It stretches on for a moment longer before Namjoon finally says, “You mean you’ve really never... jerked off?” Jungkook hums in assent, far too anxious to say anything. “Why not?” Namjoon can’t hide his incredulity, rushing to correct himself. “Not that it’s a bad thing! I’m just... curious? I guess? I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t.”
“I-I just never really... wanted to? I’m not sure, hyung, I just haven’t.” Jungkook's voice wobbles with uncertainty. He's beginning to regret making this call.
“It’s okay, baby, don’t you worry yourself about it. Everyone develops at their own pace, yeah? You’re okay. Hyung can help you if you like? Tell you what to do to make yourself feel good?” Namjoon is so earnest and so kind that Jungkook finds himself nodding immediately, before realising Namjoon can’t actually see him, and murmuring in agreement. “You’re such a good boy, Jungkookie. Hyung will help you now.” There’s some rustling as if he’s moving around in bed, presumably getting comfortable for what’s to come. “Have you ever watched porn, darling?” Silence. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed by, I just need you to be honest.”
“Um, n-no.”
“Good boy, telling hyung the truth. Now, have you had a wet dream before?”
“Y-Yes.” Jungkook shamefully recalls waking up either with soiled underwear or a straining erection.
“So you know what an orgasm looks like then, hmm? How you’ll ejaculate and it’ll feel good?” The clinical way that he phrases things is somehow a turn on, causing Jungkook’s cock to twitch, hips kicking up slightly in search of friction. He hums in acknowledgment of what Namjoon is saying; he knows the science side of it all, just not how to get himself there. “You don’t have to go into detail about this, but have you ever fantasised about things — sexual things?”
“N-Never, hyung. I-Is that... is that bad?”
“Aigoo, my poor baby. No, darling it isn’t bad at all. You’re just so innocent, hmm? You need hyung to teach you everything, but that’s okay.”
“Mhm!” Jungkook comes across far more enthusiastic than he’d intended.
“The first thing I want you to do is get your laptop. Can you do that for me, Jungkookie?” Jungkook hums again, getting up to retrieve it from his desk. “Now, now, you need to be more clear than that if this is going to work; I need to know that you’re comfortable with what we're doing and feeling safe. Can you say ‘yes, hyung’ for me if that’s the case?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Very good! Such a clever baby.” Jungkook can hear typing from the other end of the line, mirroring his own as he types in his password and logs in. “Hyung has just emailed you a link. Can you press it for me?” Jungkook does it without hesitation. A video loads on screen of a lithe young man sitting naked in a chair. Jungkook doesn’t play it, but he can see from the thumbnail that the boy in the video has similar proportions to him, even has a similar haircut. It makes him shiver in anticipation. “Have you done that for me, baby?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“And is your penis erect already, little one?”
Jungkook bites his lip, the words going straight to his crotch. “Y-Yes, hyung. I-It hurts.” His own whining surprises him, body more desperate for release than his mind realised.
“Good. I want you to take all of your clothes off now. Don’t press ‘play’ yet.” Jungkook struggles to peel himself out of his pyjamas whilst also holding the phone to his ear, moaning in annoyance as he can’t do it fast enough. Once he’s suitably free of clothing, he glances down at his own body for the first time, noting how his cock is flushed red and wet at the tip, leaking all over himself. “Done,” he breathes out, closing his eyes, overcome with burning desire.
“You’re doing so well for me, following hyung’s orders so obediently. You’re such a perfect student.” Jungkook giggles — embarrassed but enjoying the praise to no end. “Such a pretty laugh, too. Matches your pretty face.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook drags out the syllable, needy and desperate to get started.
“Ready to press play?”
“Y-Yeah, hyung, please.”
“Go on.”
The video begins with the boy running his hands over his muscular thighs, fingers gliding over the smooth skin near to his cock, but never quite touching. Jungkook can’t help but wonder if this is all masturbation is.
Namjoon chuckles lowly. “No, darling, there’s more to it than this. The pretty boy is just teasing himself, hmm? Can you do the same for me? Stroke your thighs and your tummy for hyung.” Jungkook does, feeling his cock kick up as soon as he makes contact, a gasp slipping from his lips. He scrunches his eyes closed, wholly focused on the pleasure, losing himself in it for a minute or two.
“Jungkookie? You with me?” A moan. “Feeling good?” Namjoon’s soft voice pulls his eyes open. “You make such pretty noises, baby. Can you see what’s happening on the video now? Can you see how he’s touching his cock?”
The young man has a hand around his length, moving it up and down slowly and groaning obscenely, slick noises reverberating around the room. “C-Can hyung... can you help?”
“You want hyung to tell you exactly how to touch yourself?” Jungkook quietly confirms his suspicions, cheeks burning scarlet. “Cute. Of course I can do that, little one.” Jungkook pauses the video so that he can focus entirely on Namjoon's voice, already enraptured just by the light breathing he can hear from the other line. “Wrap your hand around your cock, baby. Just hold it for a moment. Can you feel yourself throbbing? Are you wet?”
Jungkook squirms at the intimacy of the questions. “Y-Yes, hyung. I-It’s leaking a-a lot.”
“God, you’re so fucking cute. Swipe your thumb over the slit now, good boy. Tell hyung how it feels.”
Jungkook whines wantonly. “F-Fuck, Joonie hyung, so good , so much.” He takes his time, obediently paying attention to the head and swirling around it, slicking it up with the precum that steadily drips out.
“You can start pumping yourself now — head to base.” And Jungkook does, moaning breathily down the phone. The filthy slickslickslick sounds of his hand rubbing his length are audible, Namjoon hearing them clearly despite not being in close proximity. “Shit, baby, you sound so wet. Bet you’re leaking all over yourself, huh? My needy little thing.”
“God, hyung, it’s so... i-it, fuck, it just feels so good.” Jungkook’s hand speeds up and he begins thrusting upwards to get more friction, hurtling towards release.
“Are you getting close, darling?”
“Y-Yeah, I think so, oh god , hyung it f-feels like it’s coming...” He cuts himself off with a loud moan.
“Pump yourself faster, Jungkookie. Keep touching your cute little prick for hyung.”
“H-Hyung! It’s gonna come out!” Jungkook all but shouts, breathing heavy and body sweaty as his arm jerks rapidly.
“Yeah? Gonna get all messy for hyung? Is your baby cock gonna make cummies?”
“Please! Please, hyung! It’s coming, it’s coming, I-I’m gonna—” Jungkook whimpers as his cock shoots white ribbons of cum all over his hand and stomach, twitching uncontrollably as he lets out pulse after hot pulse. His entire body shakes with the force of it, head spinning, and he curls onto his side. His chest heaves with effort as he comes down from the high, warmth filling his chest at the satisfaction of giving himself his first ever orgasm.
He breathes heavily for a couple of minutes, continuing to stroke himself to milk all of the cum from his spent cock. When the slight pain of overstimulation begins to kick in, he removes his hand, leaving it to rest on his stomach beside the puddle of cooling cum.
“Did you enjoy that, darling?” Jungkook can hear the smile in Namjoon’s voice.
“Mmph… yeah, feels nice.” His words are slurred, mind fuzzy as if he’s been wrapped in cotton wool.
“Is baby feeling floaty?”
“Mhm… ‘s good, hyung. Sleepy.”
“Yeah? Can my perfect boy do one last thing for hyung?”
“Y-Yeah, baby can do it... for hyung.”
“What a good boy! Hyung needs you to clean up, alright. Wash your pretty hands and wipe down your cute tummy so you’re nice and sparkling clean before bed.”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Do you wanna come cuddle with me when you’re finished? Wanna sleep in hyung’s bed tonight?”
Jungkook’s breath hitches, excitement obvious in his voice. “Mhm! Wan’ sleepies with hyung.”
“Okay, darling, you hurry up and get clean for me, then. Bye bye, baby.”
“Bye, Daddy.” Jungkook mumbles through a yawn, not even registering the change of name to refer to Namjoon.
He makes quick work of cleaning, enjoying the feeling of freshness that lingers on his skin. His mind is still buzzing from the orgasm and he almost forgets to put some clothes on before walking out of the door, taking his hand off the handle to slip on some boxers and an oversized shirt. Dashing across the hall, he knocks quietly for entry to Namjoon’s room, climbing into bed with him eagerly. He tucks himself against Namjoon’s bare chest, face snuggled into his neck. “You’re such a good little boy, Jungkookie.” He presses a firm kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head, which Jungkook returns by pursing his lips aimlessly, managing to connect with Namjoon’s collarbone. “How are you this cute, hmm?”
Jungkook giggles happily. “Dunno, Daddy. Jus’ am. Gon’ go sleepies now, ‘kay?”
Namjoon can’t help but laugh at his overwhelming adorableness. “Yeah, darling, that’s okay. Sweet dreams.”