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Teach Me How to Love You
Jungkook did not know it began. He had never thought he would find himself in this position. Two months ago, he had been just another wide-eyed freshman, sitting in the back of a lecture hall that felt miles long. Maybe things would have been easier if he had known what he wanted to be. Instead, here he was – struggling to find purchase on the steadily declining hill of his academic performance.
He had always been the perfect student. His parents had made sure of it but there had never been any passion behind his studies. He wanted to paint, to dance – to be free but for as long as he could remember he had been trapped in his parent’s expectations.
So here he was, failing three classes his first semester of university. It was almost enough to make him cry. What did make him cry, was the T.A. for his philosophy class singling him out and asking him to stay after class.
It was humiliating. There were almost three hundred students in this class and yet his failure was so noticeable that he was being called out. God, he should just drop out.
For a moment he considered running and never turning back – disappearing amongst the sea of students, changing his name, and finding himself somewhere other than in dusty bookshelves and oppressive expectations.
However, he never got the chance. Instead, there was a rough hand curling around his elbow. “Don’t look so frightened. I only asked you to stay behind because I think you have some great ideas; you just need a little direction. You’re not in trouble, I promise.
“Now, we Koreans must stick together. I think you should come eat lunch with me and my friend. The first step to success is having a support system, and before you say no, remember I’m the one grading your papers.”
Jungkook hadn’t been about to refuse the offer, but he found himself sulking at the very soft attempt at blackmail. “It’s not like my grade can get any worse,” he complained as he let himself be dragged out of the classroom.
“You’re right, but I can always make it better.”
*
It was love at first sight. Yoongi had brought him to rooftop restaurant, where he had been sat across from the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Namjoon had muscles for days, his chest broad and straining against the sweater he wore. He was like a fuckable librarian; his glasses secured by a long chain that wrapped around the back of his neck.
All Jungkook wanted to do was bite him – sink his teeth into the smooth skin and work his way down. He wanted those large hands all over him, branding him in bruises as he begged for more.
He was so lost in his fantasy, that he didn’t even recognize that Namjoon had extended his hand to him. Instead, his eyes had been locked on the shorts that seemed indecently tiny in comparison to his thick thighs.
“Wow, thighs~”
Instantly he flushed violently as both Namjoon and Yoongi laughed at him. Immediately he bowed deeply, apologizing profusely.
His apology did nothing but make them laugh harder.
God, Jungkook just wanted to die. He was so hopelessly gay that he wanted a hole straight to hell to swallow him up.
“You’re right, he is cute. It’s nice to meet you Jungkook.”
While Namjoon smiled large and bright, Yoongi did not let him escape so easily. “Don’t worry. Namjoon-ah has that effect on people. Maybe if he stopped dressing like a slut, it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Ergh.”
Jungkook did not know what sound had just come out of his mouth, but the roof was looking like an amazing place to just take a lovely swan dive off.
Thankfully, Namjoon took pity on him and waved his hand. “Don’t worry about him, he’s just bitter because his boyfriend is overseas right now. Please sit, Yoongi-hyung was telling me that you’re in his Philosophy class. Very ambitious for your first semester, especially since hyung sucks at philosophy. I imagine he just lectures to hear himself speak.”
Yoongi did not reply, just flipped him off and reached for his friend’s drink. “I promise you, he’s only this rude to me. It comes with being friends for ten years. When he remembers his manners, you’ll fall in love with him.”
Too late, Jungkook thinks.
*
Yoongi had been right. Namjoon was so easy to fall in love with. There was a warmth that just made you want to sink to your knees and bask in him. Every minute with him was torture, and Jungkook had been suffering in silence for months.
They had gone from strangers to friends very quickly. The senior had taken him under his wing and began to tutor him. Three days a week, Jungkook sat next to him and tried to learn everything his hyung tried to teach him: anatomy and philosophy were his hardest subjects, but Namjoon made them bearable.
To a point, Joon teaching him anatomy just made him hard if he was honest.
Jungkook wasn’t sure how they went from posters and models, to a half-naked Joon lying before him asking him to point on the different muscle groups.
And Namjoon just had so, so many defined muscles. All Jungkook wanted to do was trace them with his mouth, but somehow, he resisted.
However, he couldn’t resist forever, when Joon took his hand and slowly slide it down his chest. “What muscle is this?”
Suddenly it was hard to breath. His hand shifting lower as he took in all the smooth skin beneath his palm.
He felt frozen, unsure what to do. In the back of his mind there was a voice screaming that he was touching the rectus abdominus, but before he could say anything, his hand was sliding into Joon’s pants.
Did he, do it? Did Namjoon?
He didn’t understand what was happening, but he would rather die than to make it stop. Not when Namjoon was pulling him forward, gasping against his lips, “That’s it pretty boy. Stop looking and touch me.”
All he could do was whimper and clumsily kiss the older man. He was desperate for more – he wanted to touch and be touched, he just didn’t know how.
Maybe it was clear in the way he squirmed, or the way he trembled at being touched but Namjoon seemed to take pity on him – to an extent.
“Seems like you need a teacher baby, sit on the couch for hyung.” He purred, and all Jungkook could do was nod. His body moving to obey without question.
*
The next thing he knew, Jungkook was naked on the couch. His legs spread as Joon was stroking him slowly. His balls drawing tight as Joon’s mouth swallowed him down. He couldn’t help but whine as he felt the tip of his cock push into the back his throat.
At some point his hand had fisted in Namjoon’s hair; the bright blue strands the only thing holding him on this plane of existence. The harsh suck of the senior’s mouth making him cry out.
It felt like too much, even as his hips bucked desperately. He was so close. He could feel himself slowly disintegrating into pleasure with the experienced way Joon touched him.
He felt complete vulnerable, spread out and at Joon’s mercy. Was mercy the right word?
There was no way to describe how good he felt. No one had ever touched him before and he found himself a slave to the way Joon felt around him. His senses dulled until all he could focus on was the wet suction of Joon’s mouth around his cock.
His tunnel vision so intense that he never heard the apartment door open. He never saw the tall man lean over the couch and smile at the sight before him.
Jungkook could only whimper as Namjoon pulled off and smiled up at the man.
“Daddy’s home,” was the last thing Jungkook heard before he came – his cum covering Joon’s pretty face.
*
Maybe it was his orgasm, but Jungkook couldn’t find it in him, to be ashamed that he been caught with his dick out. He didn’t quite understand what was happening, but he found himself too content to care about the indecency of it all.
Not even when Jin introduced himself as Namjoon’s boyfriend. Something that might have bothered him before he had had his soul sucked out of his dick, but right now, he couldn’t bring it in himself to care.
He just wanted more – more of that good feeling.
*
“You wanna fuck him? He’d be such a good boy for you. I promise, he’ll take such good care of you.”
Jungkook found himself nodding; he didn’t know how he had gotten himself in this position.
How Jin wasn’t angry that his cum was all over his boyfriend’s face – how he was offering him the opportunity to fuck Joon despite that.
It made him dizzy. Even though he’d already come, he was still hard. Eager for whatever the other two would give him.
Joon just sat between his thighs, waiting, his head tilted back as he focused on his boyfriend rather than Jungkook.
That display of subservience turned him on more than Jungkook wanted to admit. He wanted that look to belong to him. He wanted to sink himself in that tight heat and make Joon cry out for him.
He wanted to know what it was like to fuck his hyung and make him cry out for him, and only him.
Namjoon might have a boyfriend but if Jin was going to let him have him, he was going to give it his best.
“Ah, you do. Don’t worry, hyung will teach you how to fuck him just the way he likes.”
*
“Be a good boy and sit back.”
Jin’s hands moved to grip his shoulders, moving down to tease his chest. Holding him down as Joon scrambled into his lap.
Jungkook was torn between looking up at Jin and looking down at where Joon was slowly sinking down on his cock.
Jin won as his head fell back. His eyes half lidded as he tried to hold back his moans. “Open those eyes pretty boy. Look at me while he fucks you. That’s it, such good boys.” He teased, his thumb moving over his nipple before he smacked the firm peck harshly.
Jungkook moaned – trembling and overwhelmed as Jin slapped his chest again. His hips bucking, torn between the pain and pleasure.
“Hold his waist, that’s it, squeeze it until you’re afraid you’ll hurt him. He likes that, don’t you yeobo.”
He could feel Namjoon nodding as he leaned forward, rolling his hips roughly as Jungkook did as he was told.
“More, please, please~”
His hyung begged so sweetly but he waited from Jin’s direction.
Luckily, he did not have to wait for long, Jin tangled his fingers in his hair and yanked. Pulling his head to the side so he could kiss him, “That’s it baby, wait for hyung. Are you going to listen to hyung? Yes, such a good boy.
“When I let you go, you’re going put Joon-ah on the couch and you’re going to fuck him as hard as you can. Can you do that for hyung?”
Blindly, Jungkook nodded. “I – I – I’d do anything for hyung,” he whimpered, desperate for Jin to keep talking, desperate to come, desperate to be the good boy Jin wanted him to be.
*
It happened just like Jin said. Jungkook had managed to flip them over, shoving Namjoon into the couch. The older man’s nails digging harsh lines into his back.
For a moment he floundered, unsure of himself but then there was a hand around the back of his neck and a warm, clothed body pressed against the curve of his spine.
Jin’s breath warming his ear as he gave him permission to fuck his boyfriend. “Come on baby, fuck him like you want to, use him, he’s nothing but a hole – all for you. You can do it baby.”
It was all Jungkook needed to let go. His hips slamming forward again and again and Namjoon threatened to draw blood.
He couldn’t focus, Joon was so pliant and warm beneath him and Jin – Jin was so calm and collected behind him. Every time his pace faltered, Jin was there to tell him what to do, how to thrust, where to touch.
He was so horny; all he could do was cry out and beg him.
Was he begging Namjoon or was he begging Jin?
Did he want Jin to fuck him?
He didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t want it to stop.
Jungkook was losing his mind, tears falling onto Joon’s face as he felt his grip on reality slipping.
Suddenly there was a hand around his jaw, pulling his attention back to Jin. The older man kissing him softly, smoothing his hair back from his sweaty forehead.
“It’s okay baby, you can come. Come for hyung, Jungkook-ah. Be a good boy and give me what I want.”
Eyes squeezed shut, he managed to nod. His moan swallowed by his hyung’s mouth as his hips thrust weakly, finally able to come.
Mission accomplished he felt consciousness escape him, his body collapsing forward, trapped between his hyungs.
*
As they tucked Jungkook into their bed, Jin sat next to the sleeping boy with a small smile. His hand moving to comb through the messy dark hair, entranced by the peaceful look on the freshman’s face.
“You chose well, he really was such a good boy.”
“Only the best for hyung,” Joon whispered before kissing his boyfriend softly.