pairing : sunshine x grumpy, non idol city boy jungkook x country girl yn, renowned fuckboy x inexperienced reader, volunteer x volunteer
chapter warnings : a lot of whispering in the dark, jungkook says that, yn short circuits, this is now a sexual tension farm actually YOU WAKE HIM UP FOR IT. he helps. mutual pining but filthy. jungkook’s voice is raspy. u touch urself n he guides u. he’s such a slut it’s kind of beautiful. exhibitionism, masturbation (him), voyeurism (you), he’s hot and big and u want to die a little. ur tummy flips. he doesn’t touch u. he barely even talks. all he does is stroke his cock and watch u watching. mutual masturbation (conclusion), name moaning, giggly post-nut clean-up, fluff, you’re a little dazed, he’s very asleep, heart eyes epidemic imminent.
a/n: hi guys :) first fic after nearly.. a year? table 3 turned 1 years old today and i wanted to ipdate something because i really missed this story 🥹 i hope you havent forgotten too much about her! sorry for the long wait. truly.
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its 1AM. and now you and jungkook are showered and clean, or so you hope.
you walked back together from the creek, got home and jungkook had left, or so you thought, cause he in fact did realise going back to the barns was too dangerous at this time at night, his phone was dead, and there was no signal. so you snuck him in… which was unsuccessful, to only be found by your mom and she gave you a funny look, as if she was saying
i knew this would happen.
and now jeon jungkook is in your bed. in your house. like okay this is… totally normal?
———
“can’t sleep,” he says suddenly, voice barely above a mumble.
you turn over. “me neither.”
you’re lying on your sides, facing each other now, but not touching… but tthe pillow in the middle’s more of a suggestion than a boundary.
“what do you usually do when you can’t sleep?” you ask quietly.
he shrugs. “scroll. but the wifi out here’s ass.”
you gasp loudly. like he just insulted your moms cooking. “oh no,” you fake whisper. “not the city boy suffering without his instagram explore page”
he shoves your shoulder. gently. “shut up.”
you giggle, “what do you do, then?” he asks.
you shrug, cheeks warming. “usually fall asleep by now.”
he hums….
“so you don’t touch yourself?”
you freeze… because “…what???”
he blinks at you. like he didn’t just say what he said. like he didn’t just casually drop a hand grenade into your little country girl innocence.
“what?” he says again, all nonchalant. “it’s a normal question.”
“it is not!!” you hiss eyes wide. “what are you even… shut up! you can’t just ask that!”
he grins, crooked and sleepy. “why are you so uptight about it?”
“because! you.. can’t-“
“it’s not a big deal,” he says, still whispering like the topic is so casual. “everyone does it. i do it.”
“jungkook?!”
he laughs into the pillow this time, trying to muffle it, but it still shakes the mattress and makes your whole body jolt a little with it.
your brain has shut down. your thoughts are just: touch himself? touch himself? he touches himself? here?? in this house???
in the BARN?
you’re staring at the ceiling. you can’t look at him. not after that. but his voice sneaks in again, low and teasing. “what?” he murmurs. “ur thinking about it now?”
“go to sleep.”
“you’re blushing,” he says, singsong… so annoying
you grab the pillow and shove it over your face with a dramatic groan. “i hate you.”
and he snorts, “no, you don’t.”
and you’re still staring at the ceiling. trying to think about literally anything else. maybe crops. maybe hay. maybe rattlesnakes and pesticide and canned peaches.
and not the boy right next to you. in your bed.
who just asked the most absurd question ever.
and then you hear him turn. feel the shift in the mattress, hes closer now. you don’t look at him. you won’t look at him. he’s right next to your face, you can feel his breath against your cheek when he whispers,
“i know why you’re so shy about it.”
your body goes rigid. “what?”
“because you’ve never done it before,” he says, anoyingly soft. like he’s teasing you with a secret.
d to the side, “jungkook, go to sleep.”
he cuts you off. leans closer. his breath brushes your ear this time.
“i can teach you how to do it right.”
you’re still. frozen. heart beating like thunder in your chest while he just waits….and u don’t know what makes you say it, maybe it’s panic, and maybe it’s how your thighs squeeze together all instinctual and embarrassing… but you whisper, shakily, again.:
“jungkook. go to sleep.”
you turn away andhide your face in the pillow, and he laughs. he laughs, low and smug and scratchy.
“so shy,” he murmurs.
so u literally lay there. for like…an hour.
sweating. squirming. thighs pressed tight. face in the pillow. you had closed your eyes and tried to sleep. tried to forget it and tried to not think about what he’d said.
“i can teach you how to do it right.”
you’re turned over. on your side. facing his back. you whisper,
because fuck it. “jungkook.”
no answer.
“jungkook,” you whisper again.
he shifts a little. breathes. then a super groggy, “hm?”
you pause and panic and maybe regret every decis-
“…show me.”
he’s still….and then he turns over slow, facing you in the dark. “show you what?” his voice is raspy. sleepy. so deep it makes your stomach twist.
you don’t say anything, cause you’re hiding your face in the blanket and urr arm’s over your mouth like a shield, but then his eyes widen a little.
“…ur serious?”
you nod…still panicking.
can he tell? this is stupid!!! why did i do this??!!
he stares at you through the darknes as if, he’s trying to read you, and then: “y/n.”
“you said you’d teach me,” you mumble. “so..”
“yeah,” he cuts in, already sitting up against your headboard like he wasn’t just half asleep two seconds ago. “yeah. okay. c’mere.”
you freeze. “w-wait, you’re not gonna touch me, are you?!”
he grins all lazy. “not unless you beg.”
“jungkook. be serious.”
“kidding. kinda.” he pats the mattress. “come here.”
you sit up slowly, heart hammering, blanket falling off your legs, and hes warching you. eyes half lidded. wet hair a mess. “lie back,” he murmurs, voice low. “just… relax.”
you do, but you’re nervous and twitchy. but he’s gentle when he shifts closer, not touching, just looking. “you don’t gotta do anything crazy, okay?” he whispers. “just start slow.”
“slow how?” you breathe.
he leans in. “pull your shorts down just a little.”
you do, and he doesn’t look away once and suddenly you want to die, his tongue peeks out between his teeth and your face burns.
“now,” he says, voice hoarse, “put your hand… right here.”
and he shows you, shows you where, what to press. what to circle.
he doesn’t touch you, just guides u, tells you what feels good. tells you what he likes, too, which makes your thighs squeeze again and makes his eyes flash. you’re breathing heavy and whining, your cheeks are hot and your tummy’s fluttering and your hand’s between your legs while he watches you like he wants to devour you.
he leans closer when you start squirming, “feels good, right?”
you nod…. you can’t even talk.
“yeah?” he murmurs. “see? nothing to be shy about.”
he’s watching every twitch of your hips like it’s the best show hes ever seen, and he’s licking his lips when he says: “you’re so fuckin’ cute like this,”
and you keep going til you finish, and he talks u thru it.
and then….. it’s quiet. ur lying there still catching your breath, still warm between the legs, eyes still wide from what just happened, the blanket’s still tugged up to your chest and his knees are bent under his own.
he hasn’t moved, cuz he’s just looking at you. biting his lip.
u break the silence again.. “can i…”
you whisper it, and your voice sounds small. “what’s that?”
you can’t look at him, you whisper into your palm, “can i see yours now?”
what the fuck am i doing.
he stares…. “…mine?”
you nod, and he goes still and then his eyes drop to your mouth and his tongue licks over his bottom lip… and then he breathes, “you wanna see my dick?”
you bury your face, “stop saying it like that!!”
but he’s smiling and leaning closer, curls all messy and voice still raspy with sleep.
“you do, huh?”
“…you said you weren’t gonna touch me tonight.”
he shrugs. “i’m not.” then he leans back…smirks.
“but if you wanna watch me—”
your stomach flips and he sees it. he definetly sees it. he sees the way you shift under the blanket, thighs twitching like they don’t know where to go, and his voice drops.
“that gonna help you fall asleep, baby?”
you whimper. you don’t even mean to, and he grins. slow and mean, and pushes the blankets down.
“fuck,” he murmurs, just at the sight of himself straining under the grey sweats.
you stare because you can’t stop, and he sees you watching and that makes him smirk.
he palms himself once, suuper slow, then whispers, “yeah?”
and so you nod, he pulls the waistband down, and it’s so fucking big you gasp.
thick and veiny, pink at the tip. already leaking, and he’s so hard he pulses in his hand, so he strokes once. your eyes widen, and he bites his lip and just watches u.
your face, your chest rising, your thighs squeezing. his hand moving slow. up, down. thumb swiping the tip.
you think you might actually pass out.
and then he groans super low and soft. “you’re the first girl to ever see me do this, you know that?”
your whole body tenses, he moans at that, too. “fuck, you’re so-,” he pants.
“you wanna touch?”
you do, you wanna touch so bad.
but you don’t, you just shake your head, “good girl,” he whispers.
his cock twitches, “then just watch, yeah?”
you nod, and nd he fucks his fist slow while you do, and its all mutual and messy and weirdly sweet….
then, his mouth opens when he finishes, his lashes flutter. his thighs lock, and his hips jerk up, and your name comes out his mouth.
not a grunt….not a whisper… ur fucking name.
head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, your name, dripping off his tongue like honey. like he’s been waiting to say it like that… like he’s been dying to say it like that.
you gasp, and he comes on his stomach… then you both just… stare for a second, your lips parted. his hand still wrapped around himself.
and then you both burst out laughing.
you’re all flushed and tired and still a little tingly, curling away with a squeak while he groans and drags a hand over his face, you throw a pillow at him.
he wipes up with it?!
“jungkook!!”
“what?! i’ll wash it tomorrow!”
he’s still chuckling while he yanks the blanket up.
you’re shoving the blanket off the bed of the sheer heat, not knowing if its genuinely hot or if its because of… yeah. tucking your tank back down, whispering “can’t believe you moaned my name,” under your breath and pretending you don’t feel insane about it.
he just smirks and leans over you again. “wanna hear me do it again?”
you grab your water bottle and threaten his temple and he snorts- “kidding. damn.”
he flops down onto his side, mouth still parted, pulls the blanket from the floor back over both of you.
“mmph. night, y/n.”
uou turn off the lamp,“night,” you whisper.
but he’s already asleep… literally the second his head hits the pillow, and you just lie there staring, warm and floaty and maybe a little… gone.
not in the head, not in the legs, just like.. like you might be in trouble.
he moaned your name… you asked to see him.. you’re sharing a bed…and he smells good.
even post creek and post orgasm.
he still smells like sugar and mint and woods and sun, and u still can’t sleep, because you’ve never done any of this before.
