Perhaps College Student! Jimin Teaching College Student! Y/n How To Kiss Or Other Stuffor Making Out

perhaps… college student! jimin teaching college student! y/n how to kiss or Other stuff…or making out… IDK HOW TO MAKE THIS INTERESTIN imsorru

Is it wrong to kiss your best friend the night before your first date? Some would argue yes. Jimin thinks otherwise.

“What do I do if he tries to kiss me?” you ask, idly picking at a stray thread on the huge beanbag chair in his room. Jimin is sitting on the floor, trying to alphabetically organize the articles he printed out for his huge research paper. “I’ve never kissed before!”

He’s not the least bit interested in your conversation. He’s watched you cry and monologue about this crush of yours for weeks now, ever since the guy sat next to you in your Beginner’s Art class you took on a whim. Frankly, Jimin could care less about the boys you choose to involve yourself with, a stance he makes exceedingly obvious with his blunt response. “Kiss him back.”

You groan, slinking even further into the plush depths of the beanbag chair. “You’re not listening to me,” you huff, leveling him with the biggest, poutiest frown you can manage. “I don’t know how to kiss.”

Jimin finally looks away from his papers to counter your big frown with an unimpressed glare. “Then don’t go on your date,” he deadpans, nudging you over on the beanbag before eventually settling in beside you.

“Jimin,” you whine, near the verge of a mental breakdown. “But I like him! And I want to see him, and hold his hand, and kiss—“

He interrupts your spiraling thoughts in the most unconventional of ways, his warm palm coming up to cup your cheek, face turned his way to press his lips against yours. Your eyes go wide, and like a fish out of water, you find yourself awkwardly puckering your lips despite the shock. Jimin’s eyelashes are so long and dark, make your brain fizz over when he’s this close.

He pulls away, but not for long. “Relax,” he mumbles, his hand trailing down your cheek, his forefinger and thumb gently encouraging you to tilt your head. You do, eyes fluttering shut, heart hammering in your chest, lips trembling as they finally slip out of the uncomfortable pucker. You’re not sure if you hallucinate it, but you swear Jimin smiles against you, exhales softly when you finally begin to mimic the motions of his mouth. “That’s it,” he praises, seemingly ignoring the rapidly rising heat on your cheeks or the fact your heart is lodged in your throat.

It’s your first kiss, the night before your first date. It’s not your crush you’re kissing, but your best friend, who tangles his hand with your own. “Jimi—“ you gasp in between kisses, the soft smack of his lips against yours doing things to your brain. He seizes the opportunity and slips his tongue inside, earns a muffled whimper from you as you race to process this new sensation. It’s wet, warm, presses against yours until you’re quivering like a leaf. You’ve migrated closer to him, shoulders knocking when he pushes forward, nearly pinning you against the stupid beanbag chair.

“Don’t go,” he breathes, breath hot against yours. “Don’t go tomorrow.”

miss yami!!!! for the request night, maybe nj + friends to lovers?? 🥺🥺 i'm so weak for mutual pining

Namjoon has this ugly habit of biting the tip of his straw every time you go out. “Yuck,” you grimace, trying to ignore the plumpness of his lips around the plastic he’s dead set on demolishing with his teeth. “You’ll never get anyone to go out with you if you keep doing that.”

His answer is following a hard suck at his smoothie; hard, because squeezing the contents through the tiny orifice he’s turned his straw into is nearly impossible. “You’re going out with me right now,” he says, and you’re embarrassed to admit how even such a cheeky statement as his can make your face heat up.

“Correction,” you scoff, downplaying the intense pitter patter of your heart. “I’m here to collect my free smoothie.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, slinking further down into his seat. When he’s got his legs all stretched out, they’re long enough to knock into your ankles beneath the table, probably staining your white shoes with whatever gunk he has sticking to the bottom of his own. “Besides, who takes their date to this rundown shack?”

A tap against your toe. “This is your favorite rundown shack,” he points out. “This is your ideal date.”

It is, it really is. From the location to the weather to the date himself, this was your ideal romantic outing. (The last bit, Namjoon doesn’t know.) “Maybe so,” you murmur, idly stabbing at your smoothie with your straw. Another nudge against your ankle, except this one is hard enough it makes you yelp. “Ouch,” you frown, leveling Namjoon with a glare. “What was that for?”

He grins. “Just making sure my date is enjoying themselves,” he chuckles, toying with the stray change he’d plopped on the table when you first sat down. The coins look tiny against his long fingers.

“I’m not your date,” you huff.

When he leans over the table, pretty smile leveled your way, you can barely keep your emotions in check. “Really?” Namjoon teases. “Even though I asked you on a date and you’re wearing your ‘date’ skirt?”

“What— you asked me to ‘hang out,’ Joon,” you stammer to reply, hands balled up against the tabletop. “And I wear this skirt, like, all the time.”

Your defiance is met with another dopey grin, Namjoon’s chin carefully leaning against his knuckles. “Usually,” he begins, his free hand slowly moving across the table until he’s unwinding your clenched fists, long fingers slipping between your own. “When someone who’s interested in you asks to hang out, it’s a date.”

You breath bitches. This time, your thoughts lag behind. “Y- yeah,” stutter, the fan in your brain going into overdrive. “Someone who’s intere—“

“Me,” Namjoon interrupts, squeezing your hand in his. “I’m interested.” And then, as if he’s uncertain how much of this you’re actually processing, he feels the need to add, “in you.”

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Jungkook points it out first. “Namjoon, look,” he calls out, patiently waiting for his friend to look over as he creeps up beside you. You’re on your toes, making a desperate reach for the bowl on the highest shelf of the kitchen cabinets, and hardly see the need to pay Jungkook any mind. It isn’t until you feel something broad and hard brush up along your backside, a long-sleeved arm raising up beside yours, that you pause. “Short,” he says. His breath fans along your shoulder, makes every hair of yours stand on end as Jungkook eventually retrieves the bowl with a giggle.

Namjoon chuckles. “Leave __ alone, Kook,” he says, though the laughter that taints his words says otherwise. He joins the two of you in the kitchen then, stands close beside you as if gauging you up himself. There’s a twinkle in his eyes, one that, while maybe not as obvious as Jungkook’s, is just as amused.

You frown. “I am not!” you squawk indignantly, arms assuming a defensive position crossed over your chest. The two share a look, and then promptly dissolve into a fit of laughter. Your cheeks burn.

“You’re short,” Namjoon says eventually, as if that’s any consolation. “So what?”

As if to prove his point, he takes one step closer, until the tip of his slipper bumps against yours, his chest very much in your face. Behind you, Jungkook follows his lead, crowding you into a makeshift people sandwich of sorts. “See?” Jungkook chuckles, his fingertips ghosting along the backs of your arms, over your elbows until they’re wrapping around your forearms, ever so casually guiding your hands upward so that they’re finding their home against Namjoon’s chest. “You’re tiny.”

Namjoon nods. “Tiny,” he repeats, placing his hands against your hips, giving you a tight squeeze that makes your heartbeat falter. Behind you, Jungkook presses in closer, his proximity making your breath hitch for the briefest of moments.

“I- I’m not,” you defend weakly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by these two broad men and the tight fit between them. “You guys are just big.”

One of them laughs, you’re not really sure who. It’s a rather curt sound, more like a snicker. You don’t get to think on it long; Namjoon leans down, knocks his nose against yours. “I am,” he confirms in deeper tone, and the confidence in his smile breaks something within you.

Not one to be left out, Jungkook childishly chimes in, “me too, me too,” leaning over your shoulder until his lips brush along the curve of your ear. And then, in a breathier tone, “really big.”

His boldness astounds you, makes you jerk forward in surprise, knocking against the hard planes of Namjoon’s body instead. Youre not safer here either, not with the man’s pelvis pressing against you, hinting at something that was certainly big beneath the front of his pants. A similar bulge nudges against the curve of your ass. Namjoon smiles, “do you wanna see how big, __?”

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In another universe pups is the ABO fic I never wrote HJDHJDSHJDSHJHJFHJFSD OK so anyway I won’t lie I had to google what cum inflation was and when I saw what I saw.... yes. Ok. It got my brain gears going *rusty noise of gears turning* U know what I mean??? So i was thinking..... ***NSFW WARNING

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You see hentai on Namjoon’s laptop one day. You’ve mastered the art of nonchalance, though. So when he comes back from the bathroom and gives you a smile—as if you haven’t gotten a peek into Things That Turn Namjoon On That Don’t Include You—you breathe an internal sigh of relief. Safe.

Except you’ve stopped taking notes and now all you can think about is Namjoon watching porn so brazenly on his laptop. Where he does schoolwork of all places! He could at least just use his phone. Also you’re just a teensy bit wet because cartoon boobs and dick is still conducive to horny hours, even if you are doing something as unsexy as critical writing.

Your study date ends with a simple kiss on the lips because Hoseok’s home this time and you’d rather not taint the living room space while he’s occupying the apartment too. Namjoon slips in a little bit of tongue though, because he’s cheeky like that.

You text Namjoon right when you get home. You lie and say you’re going to sleep early, with the excuse that you have to wake up early for a meeting with your advisor. And when he sends you his good night text, you get to it. Getting ready for bed, turning your night light to the colour red once you’ve settled in.

You have sleuthing to do.

Because the hentai wasn’t just... well there’s no regular hentai, is there? It’s just. There. Being hentai. And what’s Namjoon without an inclination for messy pussies because of—because of—

You close your eyes tight because you can’t believe what you’re about to type into the search bar on your phone.

But first!

Incognito. Whew. The shame of clearing your history would be too much to bear. So when you press enter on cum inflation it isn’t so bad. Especially when all the X-rated websites pop up and your screen just becomes Anime Boobies Galore when you click the first link.

You can’t believe Namjoon had the gall to just leave that website up there on his screen. You’re scrolling down the page and already you’re feeling hot. And it isn’t even because of the fact that you’re skimming through videos of perfect girls getting so cummed up their stomachs literally become distended. Nor is it the thought of Namjoon watching it and enjoying it, either. Rather...

Was he thinking of you when he was watching these videos? Bending your knees up over your shoulders and promising you that he’s saved up all his cum for you? Getting you to drool down your chin, cross-eyed?

(Your hand is down your panties at the third video you come across. You come pretty hard when you see the girl’s pussy literally spew semen from how hard the guy comes inside her. And when you reach post-orgasm clarity you immediately exit the browser, chuck your phone onto the floor, and hope to god sleep overtakes you within twenty seconds.)

The next time you meet up for another study date with Namjoon is the weekend. That’s a good three nights of jacking it off to the same video of a huge dongle fucking a good five buckets of semen inside his girlfriend. And when you settle all your notebooks and laptop down, you immediately go for the kill.

“Do you like anime boobs?”

Namjoon chokes on the water he’s drinking from his bottle. “I—ahem. What, uh... what brought this on?”

“I’ve been watching a lot of hentai so I thought I’d ask,” you clarify.

“Uh-huh,” he says incredulously.

“And you know, it’s just—I liked it. A lot. You know. Just for your information.”

Namjoon blinks. “Are you trying to get at something here?”

“Because I don’t really mind, you know. Porn is porn. And you can like whatever you want. Like as long as it’s nice and consensual,” you ignore him.

“Babe.”

“Like I would never make fun of you because I’m—well I’ve watched Grinch porn before but that was against my own will—“

“Baby,” Namjoon laughs, squishing your cheeks to stop your rambling. “What’s going on?”

“I like h’ntai,” you try to articulate with his hands still keeping your lips pressed in like this.

“I get that. But why?”

Oh god. You don’t even know what you want from this conversation. Maybe the guilt of catching him has caught up to you. Or maybe you also just want to have a distended stomach from having Namjoon bust a fat load inside you.

You take his hands from your face, clutch at them for support. “I saw... Um. What you were watching. The other day.”

“Ah.” You watch Namjoon’s ears turn red. He squeezes your hands right back. “You—damn. I’m sorry.”

“No—!” You clear your throat when it warbles. “N-No... it’s... well I...”

You feel his thumb rub comfort into your skin. He looks like he’s getting ready for a scolding. So when you say, “I actually really liked it and I’ve been watching it every night,” in one breath, Namjoon blinks.

And blinks.

After a solid sixteen seconds of silence, he says: “That’s really hot.”

You both stare at each other. The notebook you laid out for notes sits quietly, waiting.

“You wanna go to your bed—?”

Namjoon nearly dislodges your shoulder when he pulls you up to stand. “Yes we’re going right now.”

Something you’re really thankful for when it comes to Namjoon is how compatible you two are. You can’t count how many times you’ve both just looked at each other, no words to say, but somehow still completely on the same page. It’s like you both have the instinct of the other person ingrained in the part of your brain that deals with intuition.

You’re pretty keen on foreplay most days, but even Namjoon sees you’d rather rip your hair out than not immediately go for the feeling of his dick ramming inside you right at this very second. He laughs when you strip in record time, laying supine on the bed while he undresses.

“What’s gotten into you?” As if he’s not hard himself. He crawls over you with kisses warm on your belly, your breasts. “I have to admit. I really just wanted to fuck today.”

“Oh thank god,” you sigh. You knew something was up the second you realized Hoseok wasn’t home. He probably sexiled himself. You remind yourself to buy him dinner one day for his noble deed. “Just—I’m wet. I think. I just want you inside me, please.”

Namjoon groans. “You’re dangerous.”

“I watched hentai for three nights straight, I’m horny,” you whine in correction.

“You wanna know something? Please don’t laugh.”

“What?” Oh you’re wet alright. Namjoon lines his cock at your hole, slides tight inside. “O-Oh—what?”

“I kind of. I haven’t jacked off since the last time we met,” he says, voice tight. “Thank god you watched that shit because I probably sound crazed right now.”

“Huh?”

He grinds up till his hips meet your ass, and you shiver when the tip of his cock hits just right. “I—I wanted to save my cum for you,” he admits, sweating at his neck, and something clicks inside you, because you were right.

“I thought—about that too—ngh!”

Namjoon fucks you steady now. No more shy thrusts like he always starts off with to gauge your mood. He knows you want it. “Shit. About what, baby?”

“You. A-And... making me full... of you.”

“Oh my god.” He grabs your thighs, opening you wide. Takes a thumb to your clit like he’s on a mission. “Will you come with me? Can you do that?”

Holy fuck you’d do anything for him. So you nod, moaning with every hard thrust he gives you. Your legs threaten to close when he rubs you raw, but he commands with a low voice:

“Open, pups.”

Embarrassingly, that does it. He’s never one to order you around. And knowing he’s purposefully saved you his cum like it’s Christmas come early, you know better than to hinder the process.

Your legs shake when you open wider, feeling the warmth of his cock tenfold. “I’m close,” you cry when he slams into you.

“Feel it here?” He slides a sweaty palm to your abdomen. “Gonna give it to you right there. Make you so full. So pretty. All—mine—!”

You don’t even know if that was your signal. But the thought of him swelling you up like that girl on your screen, her womb so full with cum and promise—

“Joonie!” You shriek, toppling right into red-hot pleasure, clutching at the sheets because it’s too much. You come in waves, and Namjoon rides it with you, bucks into you with one last groan. You feel it, feel his excess warmth coat your insides just like he’d told you, and you pretend you feel your stomach balloon for more space. He rubs a grateful hand on your stomach.

“My little cum dump,” he coos tiredly, and you slap his arm with a laugh.

“Don’t pull out yet.” You slide your arms around his shoulders, bringing his tired form onto you. “Keep me plugged in.”

He laves at your neck. “Oh so now I’m out of line when I say weird shit.”

“I never said it was weird,” you whisper. “I’ll happily house all your semen.”

“Oh my—pfft. Ok. You know what? Show me that video you were watching, I need to know what’s got you like this,” he snorts, and you promise to do it later. You’ll just keep him like this for a little while.

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Jungkook’s got a sparkly clip in his hair when you come home, eyelids smeared in the sticky, glue-like eyeshadow that seems popular among little girl makeup. “Yo,” he says, your little daughter tucked carefully against his side. She’s dead asleep, has got the same face as him and everything.

“Hi,” you greet, leaning over to press a kiss against both their temples. Jungkook accepts it gratefully, tries to steal your daughter’s kiss too before you swat him away. While you undress in the bedroom, she gets safely tucked into the expensive princess canopy bed Jungkook had bought her, her tiara nightlight casting a pink glow across her room.

By the time Jungkook shows his face again, you’re in your jammies, carefully combing through today’s emails one last time. “My Queen,” he sighs, snuggling in beside you. You do him a favor and remove the sparkly clip before it yanks his hair out, carefully combing his curls to one side. His skin is oily from all the hard work he’s done today; between cooking, cleaning, and looking after your little princess, Jungkook barely has time to relax. And still he worries about you first. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” you say, engulfing him in your arms. He’s soft, melts into your touch. “And yours, sweetheart?”

His cock is half hard against your thigh, and you’re interested in seeing how long he can go before addressing it. His personal best is three minutes. “Tiring,” he groans, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. Jungkook places a kiss there, like he’s testing the waters, and his little attempt makes you smile.

In the end, he doesn’t make it past two minutes before he begins trailing wet kisses down your chest, undoing the buttons on your top as he goes. His mouth latches around the peak of your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple until you’re a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him. “Did I do good?” he husks, voice hushed against your skin.

You appease him with a gentle pat against the top of his head that makes his cock swell against your thigh. “You did good, baby,” you purr, “know i can always count on you.”

The praise goes to his head, has him stripping you of your bottoms with an insane speed. “Wanna be good for you,” he moans from between your thighs, his tongue lapping away at your swollen clit like it’s bringing him more pleasure than it is you. It sends a heavenly vibration throughout your body, hips twitching against his mouth. “Wanna be your good boy.”

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The only downside about fucking Namjoon is that he cares more about his textbooks than he does you. “Woah— wait,” he chokes, swiftly removing his hands from your ass. The back of your thighs are pressing against his desk, ready to be hauled up by Namjoon’s beefy arms. But first, he has to carefully bookmark his pages and set them aside.

“Joon,” you whine, nearly stomp your feet too. He’s so handsome, makes your insides tingle when he looks at you over the dark rim of his glasses. But his dorky, academic side can be quite bothersome too.

“Just a minute,” he calls, now setting his books on the other side of the room. Truthfully speaking, his incessant need to set aside his books isn’t without reason; a couple weeks ago he had made you squirt so hard and far that it somehow reached the foot of his bedroom door. Anyway, by the time Namjoon returns, you’ve plopped down on his bed, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m back.”

“Yay,” you deadpan, not that he minds. Soon, he’s kissing the frown off your face, his glasses set aside, along with the last shreds of his delicate approach. His hands are so broad, latch onto your hips with a killer grip that is certain to bruise.

“Gonna squirt for me again?” he growls, his cock rammed deep between your folds. One hand snakes down, trails over your tummy and your mound until the tip of his forefinger is nudging against your swollen clit. You squeal, shoving your face deeper into the mattress. Namjoon huffs out a laugh. “You’re so cute,” he says, kissing along your shoulder, up your neck. His breath is hot against your ear, makes your eyes roll back when he says your name in that low tenor of his. Meanwhile, his finger wastes no time entertaining your clit, lazily rubbing circles against the bud until your thighs begin spasming uncontrollably.

“Namjoon,” you whimper, every muscle in your body locking up as he continues his steady stream of thrusts into your clenched walls. “Fuck— you’re so good,” you whine, clawing at his sheets.

Namjoon’s hips snap forward. “Yeah? You like that?” You nod along hurriedly, you’re entire body practically short-circuiting with your orgasm so close.

He rolls his hips on the next thrust and paired with the devilish finger dancing along your clit, it makes you see the entire universe all at once. “Oh, fuck!” you sob, toes curling. The pleasure washes over you, has you stuttering out his full name for some reason, every curse word tacked on as well. “Joon— Joon,” you cry towards the end, when his pace picks up as he chases his own completion.

You don’t squirt this time, just send his one thousand-page thesaurus flying off his night-stand by accident. “__,” he groans, flopping down beside you, all sweaty and hot. “That was my Special Student Edition.”