Lately you’d been spending more time in Jungkook’s house than your own, tangled up in blankets on his couch or curled beside him in his bed. Tonight was one of those nights. Jungkook was sitting back against the headboard with a book in hand, you were on your stomach beside him, chin on his thigh. His voice rumbled every time he turned a page, the occasional hum or muttered curse when the lamp light wasn’t quite enough.

There was something about seeing Jungkook in those quiet, everyday moments, like reading a book with complete concentration, his rough hands brushing the pages, the glasses perched low on his nose, that made your body react before your brain could catch up with that familiar ache between your thighs.

You wanted nothing more than to please him, to show him how good you could be for him, even if you weren’t as old or experienced as the other women he might have had in the past. Jungkook was always vocal about how good you made him feel, how fast you learned. Praises like ‘good girl’, or ‘doing so good for daddy’ were never in short supply when you fucked, but you longed to prove you could give him even more, to show him just how far your devotion could go.

“Jungkook?”

He didn’t look up right away, still focused on his book. “Mm?”

“I wanna…” Your voice dipped, you felt shy all of a sudden. It was still hard for you to be open about your desires, no matter how much you trusted him. Jungkook was always so blatant about what he wanted, when he was feeling needy, he’d press his hard dick against you, letting you feel the strain, or he’d lean close to your ear and whisper something like, “Why don’t you get on your knees for me, hmm? Suck daddy’s dick with that pretty little mouth of yours.” But for you, saying it wasn’t that simple.

He finally glanced down at you, eyebrows lifting at your tone. “You wanna what, babydoll?” he asked, sliding a hand over your back, thumb grazing bare skin under your sleep shirt.

The thought had been simmering ever since that afternoon spent gossiping with your friends, when one of them started talking about this new guy in town she’d been seeing, and how she rode him so well he nearly passed out. And you couldn’t shake the image from your mind. You wanted Jungkook like that.

Your cheeks warmed. “I wanna ride you.”

That got his full attention. Jungkook’s brow furrowed, like you’d just said something funny. He’d told you before, more times than you could count, to speak up whenever you were feeling achey, so he could take care of it. He didn’t want his babygirl twisting and turning through the night, uncomfortable from how horny she was. He closed the book and set it carefully on the nightstand, then he turned to you, giving you that look, the one that was half amusement, half concern.

“Do what now?” He asked with mocking confusion.

“You know.” You bit your lip. “Me on top. I just… I wanna try.”

Jungkook huffed out a laugh, rubbing his jaw. “Babygirl, that’s not something you just… hop on and figure out.you don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“I do.” You pouted, propping yourself up on your elbows. “I’m not a kid.”

“No,” he said slowly, “you’re not. But you’re still a baby when it comes to this stuff. And riding…” He gave a low whistle. “Takes more control than you think. Might wear you out before we even get going,”

You huffed. “I can do it.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, even as his lips twitched like he was trying not to grin. “Don’t think you do, babygirl.”

“But,” your pout intensified. “We’ve been doing it a lot, and I can even take it from behind!”

“It ain’t the same thing,” he said. “you’ve been laying there, looking all pretty for me while you take it. I’ve been the one doing all the work, pretty thing.” He shook his head slightly, like it was obvious, like you should already understand.

“But… but I’ve rode your thigh before too!”

“Riding a thigh and riding a dick ain’t the same, babydoll.” He gave you that look that made you feel like a kid being patiently explained something you should’ve already known.

“I just… I wanna make you feel good.” The honesty in your voice quieted him for a moment. His big hand slid up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your lips.

“you already do, babygirl,” he said. “Every damn day.” Then, with that familiar condescending edge, “But you still don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I can learn,” you insisted, wriggling closer. “Teach me.”

“Yeah? You real sure, huh?” Jungkook gave a long-suffering sigh when you eagerly nodded. A mix of irritation and pride. “Alright,” he said finally. “If you’re gonna be so damn stubborn about it… we’ll start with something safer.”

You blinked. “Safer?”

He shifted off the bed, grabbed one of the pillows from the chair by the window, and tossed it onto the mattress in front of you.

“Go on,” he said, patting the pillow. “Show me how you’d move.”

There was something about the thought of him lounging back in bed while you fumbled with your own pleasure that made him hard instantly. You, all innocent and silly, grinding against a pillow, trying to figure out just the right angle to hit that clit, your soft moans filling the room. And him… not there to do the job and give you an orgasm like he did every time.