Author’s Note: Here’s the FWB! Jungkook Smut that absolutely nobody asked for!!! Enjoy!
The library was one of your favorite place to go. It was the perfect place to learn; not about great wars fought over fair princesses or dubious love stories of star crossed lovers, but the perfect place to learn the art of self. More specifically, pleasuring ones self. Your sensei, Jeon Jungkook.
He was much more experienced than you were. Much more accustomed to nimble fingers ghosting along inner thighs, much more accustomed to the light pink of his tongue laving over more places than orthodox, and much more accustomed to the honor of giving and receiving pleasure.
You yearned to be filled with that same familiarity; longed to be gifted with the talent of making another tremble at your touch. That was why you met him at the library every Tuesday with your questions and concerns, your theories and what you’d learned.
Today was no different. A regular Tuesday afternoon, the library practically bare save for the seventy three year old librarian down stairs who you were sure was either dead or asleep.
You walked up the creaky oakwood steps, palms sweaty with anticipation as you made your way to your agreed meeting place behind the last book shelf. Jungkook had arrived much earlier than you and had decided to settle in a corner between the wall and the encyclopedias. He sat with his legs straight out and crossed at the ankles, the better portion of his face buried deep into a new book. He hadn’t even noticed your presence until you managed an awkward hey there, stranger.
He looks up for a fraction of a second as he turns the page to reciprocate your greetings with a cursory smirk then promptly turns back to his book. You tuck a wild strand of hair behind your ear, smooth out your pleated skirt and sheepishly take a seat beside him.
“What’re you reading?” You begin in the name of breaking the ever present ice.
“Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha.” He responds dryly.
You bite the inside of your cheek then purse your lips.
“What is about?”
“Youth. Finding oneself. You know, the usual.” He says with a flippancy that only Jeon Jungkook could get away with.
You slouch back against the book shelf with a sigh and begin pinching the taffy colored nail on your middle finger.
“Do you like it so far?”
He flips back to a previous page and furrows his eyebrows before saying,
“Eh, it’s well written, but the theme is nothing new.”
You sigh again.
He hums again.
“What does pussy taste like?”
He opens his mouth to answer your question but then closes it. He chuckles, but it sounds more nervous than amused.
“What? What does what taste like?”
“You know, pussy. What does it taste like? Well, to you at least?”
He folds down the edge of the book, closes it, and sets it aside before turning to you.
“Well, fine, I guess.”
It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows.
Demurely, he picks the book back up and begins mindlessly flipping through the sandy colored pages. You sit in silence, a little hesitant about your next question due to his previous half assed answer of fine, but then you ask:
“What does my pussy taste like?”
You see him physically tense at that, and then he kind of blushes this pastel pink that’s barely noticeable against his sun kissed skin.
“W-well, to be completely honest with you, I don’t really remember.”
You try and hopelessly fail to sound indifferent to his response. The twinge of disenchantment in your voice is all too transparent and there isn’t much you can do at this point but, well, leave. So you draw up your legs until your knees are almost to your chest, then awkwardly try to stand, but before you can do so, Jungkook suddenly takes your wrist and pulls you back down until you’re hips are locked between his thighs.
“Jungkook! W-what’re yo–”
“I said I don’t remember,” he whispers into your ear. “So why don’t you spread those pretty little legs for me so that I can refresh my memory.”
And you do. Oh, fuck, you do.
You pull your legs apart with ease, allowing the mini skirt to bunch at your hips, then turn to look up at Jungkook with this innocent look in your eyes before asking,
“Just like that.”
Jungkook turns his head and presses a light kiss to your forehead, the bridge of your nose, the tip of your nose, and then just when you think he’s coming for your mouth, he just sticks out his tongue and laves it over your bottom lip. It’s just a small, kitten-ish lick, but it’s more arousing than the act of kissing, itself. It’s like he can’t even control himself although he’s so close to the real thing. He just has to taste you. He must.
He takes your lip between his teeth, gives it a little tug, then presses his mouth to yours. You don’t know when –or how– he managed to lift up your shirt without you noticing, but you’re too occupied with embarrassment at the sight of the white cotton bra to ask. Instead, you try to pull your shirt back down before he sees but then suddenly, both his hands have wormed under your arms, cupped your breasts, and then they squeeze.
You gasp and unintentionally keen your chest into Jungkook’s hands. He takes your surprise as the perfect opportunity to push his tongue in to your mouth, and you allow him to do so without even putting up a fight.
Overwhelmed with the sensation of his tongue laving over your own and his teeth nibbling on your lower lip, you don’t process the hand slowly sliding down your torso until Jungkooks fingers are lightly ghosting over your clit.
“No underwear?” He suddenly asks as he removes both hands from your body to spread your thighs further apart.
You bite your lip and try to compose yourself before responding,
“I-I thought it’d be easier for you to…you know.”
“What if someone had seen you? In fact, what if someone were to come up here and see you right now?”
For some reason, Jungkook doesn’t sound at all curious. As a matter of fact, he seems thoroughly amused. You can tell by the way he suddenly jerks down your bra with both hands, leaving the cups right beneath your breast to keep them perked up, before whispering,
“Is that what you want?”
He brings one hand up to his mouth and you watch carefully as he gingerly licks two fingers before they disappear between the junction of your thighs.
“Does the idea of someone walking in right now, and seeing you all eager and spread out for me like this, turn you on that much? You’re so wet I could easily slip at least two fingers into you right now, no trouble.”
And then he actually does it.
It’s just one finger —the middle, you think— but it sinks right in as though his fingers were specifically made to fit into you. You moan, arch, then bring a hand up to the back of his neck.
“I was right,” he beams. “Look how good you take just one finger. Do you think you can handle another one?”
You nod eagerly and Jungkook chuckles at your desperacy.
“Okay, Princess, let’s see if you can handle two.”
He draws out his entire finger, one, two strokes of your wetness, then slides two fingers into you. Once again, he slips right in, but this time, it’s him who groans.
“Do you always get this wet, or is it just for me?”
You don’t know if he actually wants you to answer the question, but you don’t think you could even if you wanted to. Your mind is hazy with lust and you don’t think it will clear up at any point seeing as Jungkook doesn’t seem like he’ll get tired of pulling and twisting at your nipple anytime soon.
You take your lower lip in between your teeth before giving him a coy nod.
“Come on, you’re going to have to use your words if you want me to taste you.”
“It’s you. I-It’s just for you.”
Satisfied, Jungkook whispers a low good girl into your ear before his fingers start moving.
He starts slow, agonizingly slow, and you can’t help the whimpers your making.
“What’s wrong?” He teases. “Do you want me to stop?”
He stills his hand and your mind goes haywire.
“No! Don’t stop.” You plead as you reach in between your legs for his hand.
You take his hand and slowly drive his fingers into you. When he doesn’t make any attempts at resuming control, you push them deeper and faster.
Jungkook only smiles.
“At this rate, you’re never going to come.”
He pushes your hand away and eases back into you. You assume he’s going to continue teasing you but then his hand snaps into a frenzy, and your body completely spazzes.
Your hips jerk up on their own accord and your fingers tighten in his hair. Your mouth can only hang agape in a silent “O” because your brain is too occupied with ecstasy to actually register a scream.
You forgot Jungkook’s hand was any where near your chest until he suddenly pinches your nipple. Your brain registers the scream this time and you do this half moan, half shriek thing before Jungkook clamps a hand over your mouth.
“Shhh,” he whispers softly to your whimpers. “ I know, I know, but your going to have to be a little quiet for me, okay?”
You can’t even comprehend what he’s saying because his hand is only moving faster, and his thumb just keeps on circling your clit in this mind numbing way. You’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm but Jungkook is showing no signs of slowing down, so you clamp your hand over his hand to further muffle your screams when your body begins to tense.
Jungkook pulls his hand away from your mouth and instead, opts for your throat. He presses his thumb and forefinger just beneath your jawline against your pressure points and you gasp. You’d never once thought someone choking you would get you off so quickly but before you know it, your teeth are clenching, your toes are curling, and you are cumming.
Your whole body freezes with the intensity of your orgasm and just when you think your completely done for… you start laughing. Hysterically. You actually begin to convulsing as both the giggles and the orgasm rip out of you like tides during a storm, until slowly, they both subside.
When you’re finally able to stop shaking, you look up at Jungkook who’s staring down at you with the biggest smile on his face.
“What’s so funny?” You ask, still slumped against him for support.
“Nothing. I just didn’t know you laughed when you came.”
“Sorry, it’s weird. I know .”
“Don’t be. It’s cute. Now, to answer your question.”
You’re eyebrows draw together in confusion, and you’re about to ask him what he’s talking about when you hear a squelching sound from behind you.
When you turn to look up at Jungkook, he’s pulling his middle finger from his mouth. He stares directly into your eyes as he sucks his ring finger into his mouth, then pulls it back out with a lewd pop! He closes his eyes and smiles as though he’d just licked some expensive cream off his fingers as opposed to your cum, and then he says,
“You’re pussy tastes absolutely amazing.”
He holds your chin up and kisses you so long and deep that your not sure if it’s you or him you’re tasting.
Let me tally up the suicidal thoughts with the lines ive embedded into my hips. Itll give you a visual representation of the desperacy in each scenario i envision. Of the longing and the patience that has begun to slip.
A/N: first of all, i didnt know which one of the boys to use at all, but i just did an ashton one so here ya go. im pretty late on my smuts so it might take a while for you guys to get yours. while waiting you can check my other writings here.
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Today. My boyfriend, the love of my life, was returning home from his 10-month tour. Not being able to see him for almost a year had been the hardest task of my life. The lonely nights I had spent on our bed, the days I had wished for him to cancel the tour and come home to me. Today. The torture of 10 months was going to be over.
And it was no sooner than she broke the kiss than he moved in for another. They continued in a back-and-forth exchange, growing more eager each time their lips met. Sulia’s breath quickly grew erratic and shallow, and her enthusiasm became audible, in the form of small gasps and low purrs.
That same desperacy in her kiss only intensified his own. Greedily, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.
As his hands began to wander, her face flushed. Her heart raced as she became acutely aware of a whim that her body was urging her to indulge. Curious digits traced paths along the exposed skin of her back, sending a tingle up her spine, and enticing a vocal response from her; a response that reverberated through his own mouth, and only encouraged him further.
It seemed he was grappling with a very similar sensation.
His hands halted to a stop as he realized he was inching closer and closer to the zipper on the back of her dress. Reluctantly, he broke away from her hungry mouth, struggling to draw breath.
“We should stop…” He huffed, shame in his voice. He knew what his body was urging him to do, and he knew it would be unwise to continue without her strict permission. “- before this gets out of hand.”